Please read the following first, they're all a series: Danny Phantom: The Choices We Make(M), Danny Phantom: Ultimate Showdown(T), Danny Phantom: A New Beginning(K+), The Phantom Triplet's Choice(T), Chloe Phantom: Prom Fright(T), Jack Phantom: Grounded(T), Jerry Phantom: Freezing Inside(T), Danny Phantom: A Family Vacation(T), Chloe Phantom: Life of a Half-Ghost Girl(M), Triple Threat vs. The Phantom Three(M), Scary Mary: Daughter of Plasmius(T), Jack Phantom: Life of a Half-Ghost Hero(T), Jerry Phantom: A Half-Ghost's Christmas(T). Read in the order given.

Roger Wulfsson: The Beast Inside

Chapter 1

The humans below him were gathered in a line. Three men he knew, and three others he didn't carried a simple casket on their shoulders. They were all crying, they were all mourning the one they carried on their shoulders. Roger Wulfsson watched as his girlfriend Chloe Fenton's family mourned the loss of her Grandmother, Madeline Fenton, Maddie, to her friends and loved ones. She had died peacefully in her sleep two weeks ago. Roger forgot what it was she died from, but Chloe seemed to be more at peace when she told him that she didn't suffer. Roger wasn't related to Maddie in any way, that's why he had decided not to formally attend Maddie's funeral as a guest.

Roger felt a small sadness inside of him, but it was nothing compared to what Chloe was feeling. He spotted his girlfriend wearing white, a color of mourning in eastern countries, crying into her mother's shoulder. It was obvious that Sam just barely stopped herself from crying as well, but she did, her tears came, but she did not wail like her family did for the woman they were escorting to her final resting place. Roger saw Chloe's Aunt, Jasmine Philson, formerly Jasmine Fenton. She was crying into her husband Chris Philson's shoulder, while he held her with one arm, and their young cub, Damien, with the other.

The cub was oddly calm in the midst of all the sadness around him. Does he not cry due to ignorance, or acceptance? Roger thought to himself. Ignorance, if what we know of human development is anything to go by. Roger's other half thought. Are you sure, you are hardly the most intelligent of us, Roger said to his other half. True, I am merely your true self, not you, his other half taunted. I seriously doubt that, Roger thought back, and then switched his attention back to the funeral. Danny and his sons Jack and Jerry, with help from the three other men lowered the casket into the rectangular hole in the ground.

A stone slab close by said,

Madeline Fenton

June 30, 1961- May 27, 2031

Beloved Wife, Mother, and Grandmother

Above these words was a likeness of her, just like there was a likeness on Jack Fenton's, her husband's, grave. He had not died peacefully almost seventeen years ago fighting Dark Danny. It was almost funny to Roger's other half, she dies in her sleep, and he died in battle, how interesting. Roger clamped down on these thoughts as he saw Chloe's family leave, the funeral was over. Roger remained invisible as he followed them to Chloe's other Grandparents, the Manson's, mansion. They were her Maternal Grandparents, the parents of her mother. Chloe could use some comfort, but not like that, we're not taking advantage of her. You are so aggravating, and you're sick! Roger stopped arguing with himself when he reached the Manson Mansion.

Chloe's other Grandparents, Pamela and Jeremy, let everyone in. Jeremy's hair was gone for the most part; he wore a toupee to hide it. Pamela had aged a little better; her hair still had some red in it. They both looked old, but they also looked happy to have everyone at their home, despite the reason. Roger stayed invisible, he knew that the Manson's didn't totally approve of him, they accepted Danny only because he was half-human, and their grandchildren were technically ¾ human, though they had ghost powers.

Why sneak in? It's not like we have anything to hide, do we? We're sneaking in because the Manson's don't like us, and we're just going to say a few words to Chloe. Right, Roger clamped down on his thoughts and phased into the mansion. Along the way he saw the adults all toasting in Maddie's honor, and start sharing stories of her. Roger heard them talk about funny little incidents, like how her near constant experiments brought their food to life. That's an interesting idea, getting to kill your food twice, a little, Roger conceded to his other half.

He soon found Chloe in a corner having a little drink of punch her Maternal Grandparents had made while her brothers were with the adults swapping stories. Roger came close and Chloe's Ghost Sense went off. "You could have just come to the funeral like a regular guy," she told him. "I was curious to see what a human funeral looks like, and I didn't want to intrude on your mourning," Roger told her. Chloe made a sound like 'harumph' and said, "Then what are you doing now?" She then started walking down a hall. Roger said, "I just wanted to see if you were alright, and I wanted you to know that I'm here for you, whenever you need me." Roger made himself visible; he was a green skinned red eyed humanoid, tall as Danny Phantom, wearing dark Gothic clothes and his hair was in a long ponytail, he had grown a soul patch last month.

Tears started showing in Chloe's eyes and she grabbed him and muffled her cries into his thin chest. "What happens after we die, do you know?" Chloe sobbed. Roger hugged her closer and said, "Even the ghosts that know they used to be human don't know how they came to be. Even my people don't know how we went from humans into wolf ghosts. My ancestors discovered a portal, and went in, that's all we know. If I could tell you if you'll see her again, I would. But I don't know, Chloe. I don't know."

Roger heard someone approaching and turned intangible and invisible. Chloe whispered so only he could here, "Come see me around ten, please." Roger went tangible and gave her a peck on the cheek before flying away. Just talking, huh? She hugged me, and I did talk, our body says that you didn't exactly have pure thoughts during that little 'talk'. Roger would have blushed had he been visible, his pants felt uncomfortably tight. Ha ha ha, I am not the only one who is 'sick', nothing else happened, and now I'm going to get rid of those thoughts, Roger said then turned into his werewolf Ghost form, and ripped a portal open to the Ghost Zone.

As soon as he was through he turned into his green humanoid ghost form and summoned his guitar and played one of his favorite songs:

The Animal copyright owned by Disturbed

Na-ah! Na-ah!

NOW!

I can feel the Animal inside! My resolve is weakening,

Pounding at the doors of my mind, it's nearly overpowering!

I cannot begin to describe, the hunger that I feel again,

Run if you intend to survive, for the Beast is coming to life!

Taking form in the glimmer of this tainted moonlight,

Death approaches, on this night!

For the Animal's soul is mine! We will be completed right before your eyes!

I have no control this time! And now, we both shall dine, in Hell tonight!

I can hear it calling again, the primal need is filling me,

Changes are about to begin, and now my Blood is boiling!

I can see the fear in your eyes, but you can't bring yourself to scream,

Time to shed the mortal disguise, for the Beast is coming to life!

Taking form in the glimmer of this tainted moonlight,

Death approaches, on this night!

For the Animal's soul is mine! We will be completed right before your eyes!

I have no control this time! And now, we both shall dine, in Hell tonight!

We begin the hunt and I, feel the power course as the creatures take flight,

For the kill is close and I, will be satisfied! For the smell of fear tonight,

Wakes an ancient Lust that will not be denied, YOU'RE MINE!

For the Animal's soul is mine! We will be completed right before your eyes!

I have no control this time! And now, we both shall dine, in Hell tonight!

For the Animal's soul is mine! And the world around will never hear your cries!

An unholy crime! And now, we both shall dine, in Hell tonight!

Na-ah! Na-ah!

Well, your boner's gone, but I am still here, what now genius? Roger didn't argue with himself, and just flew off for his cave. Roger had discovered it last year when he came of age in the Pack and decided to move in. He had carved the inside with is claws to decorate it with all kinds of symbols of good luck from all around the Human World. His room had bookshelves carved into the walls, and many different books. Some on Human history, some on their religions and symbols, other books dealt with superstitions and occult lore. And there were three books about human sexuality.

Roger grabbed one book about human superstition and one on Jerry and Marie's religion, Catholicism. Roger could read both books because he had himself and his other half to read. This is boring, and hardly germane to what you really want to know about, true, but I am NOT going to see Chloe after reading those books. Why not, we're going to use their knowledge on the night you finally get the courage to consummate our relationship with Chloe, because that is still over a year away, maybe years away. She said she was all ours when she was eighteen, and we were married. Now stop bitching and read.

Roger and his other half read until around 9:30. You are a cruel being, no, you are the cruel one; you wanted to deflower Chloe after her grandmother's funeral! What if she wants that now? Roger had nothing to say to that, Chloe was…maturing after all. She had been the first to French kiss him, and she did look a lot at him sometimes when they were in their bathing suits… Roger shook away those feelings, and made a portal then flew off for Chloe's house.

He found Chloe in her room, wearing her usual black clothes. He tapped on her window and she let him in. "I'm here," that was as far as he got before Chloe grabbed him in what would have been a death crush for a human. Roger hugged her back just as hard and for a few minutes they just floated in her room like that. Roger lifted her chin up and gently kissed her, just with his lips. After she moved away and they let each other go, their mics went off. "Beta Leader to Slasher, we are getting hit hard, help!" Chloe looked at him and said, "Kappa Squad." "Beta," Roger told her, and Chloe went Ghost. Her black clothes were replaced, a long sleeve black and red shirt that exposed her midriff, a black glove on one hand, red on the other, red and black pants and red boots, and finally a c inside of a p design on her shirt appeared as her black hair turned white and her blue eyes turned green.

Roger's body became bigger and more muscular, and fur came out. His face turned into a wolf's and his tail showed. "Gis baldau," see you soon, Roger said, then he and Chloe flew off for their quadrants. A few more minutes and she'd be ours! No, she wouldn't have! Roger reached Beta Quadrant to see Beta Squad fighting hard against a bunch of Nazi ghosts. "NAZIS!" Both of Roger's sides hated them and all such bigots with a vengeance, it was those like them that drove his people into the Ghost Zone centuries ago. If I can't have Chloe…tear them apart! Roger's other side laughed out loud as he descended on the ghosts like a bat out of Hell.

The werewolf ghost grabbed the first one and tore his face open, then threw his body at a second one before clawing its legs off. The last one fired and fired ghostly bullets at him. Roger dodged it and kept on coming until he was on top of it. It pulled out a knife and gave him a deep scratch on his snout. Roger laughed at him and said, "Vi simple fari mian vizagon aspektas bona por mia virino," You're just making my face look good for my woman. The Nazi lowered his knife in confusion, the wrong move as Roger then grabbed him by the neck and groin, making him scream as Roger broke him over his knee and threw him on top of his comrades.

Beta Squad looked a little afraid of Roger as one of them sucked up the Nazis in his Fenton Thermos. Roger turned into his humanoid form, now with a scar and said, "Relax guys, those guys just really piss me off." "You know them?" Beta Leader asked. "Not personally, but I hate all Nazis on principle." Roger went back to his werewolf ghost form and flew upwards. He then contacted Chloe on his mic, "Mia Malluma Princino, cu vi postulas mian helpon?" My Dark Princess, do you require my assistance? "Negativa Mia Belega Besto. Mi vidos vin ce nia loko," Negative My Beautiful Beast. I'll see you at our spot. Roger smiled; their spot in the Park where they could be alone together. Finally, forget it, Roger mentally argued as he flew for his and Chloe's spot.

Roger turned into his last form, a pale skinny Goth kid that could pass as human under almost any test. Roger looked around then smelled Chloe from behind, she was human. Chloe tried to tackle him from behind but Roger grabbed her and pinned her to a tree. Chloe laughed and kissed him from there with incredible passion. Roger kissed her back with just as much passion. Chloe started to reach under his shirt, feeling his abs and muscular chest. Didn't I tell you! Roger's Beast crowed; Roger ignored him in favor of lifting Chloe's right leg and pushing her against the tree with his body. Suddenly Chloe stopped and looked away.

Roger started to kiss her neck before he realized she was crying. Keep going it'll make her feel better! NO, I told you we're not taking advantage of her! Roger stopped kissing her, "I'm sorry," he said. Chloe shook her head and hugged him again, "I don't know why I'm crying so much; I thought that we being together would make me feel better…" KEEP GOING SHE WANTS IT! NO! Roger wiped her tears away and hugged her back instead. "Chloe, if we do it now, it won't help." YOU'RE JOKING; YOU WANT HER SO MUCH IT'S TEARING YOU UP! JUST DO IT NOW AND WORRY LATER! FUCK OFF! "We could die at any second, and you're saying you don't want me," Chloe cried. NOW! NO! Roger kept his conflict off of his face and kissed her forehead, "I only want you, but when you really want it, not when you're trying to forget your Grandmother. Chloe, I promise, when you're really ready, I'll be there for you."

Chloe nodded and turned to look at the moon, it was a waxing gibbous moon. Roger looked at it as well. "Does the moon affect you?" Chloe asked. Roger laughed and said, "Only when it's light illuminates your beauty." Chloe stared at him blankly and Roger sighed, "No, the moon means nothing to me. Whoever made up that myth was either a liar, or a shitty writer with no ideas." Chloe nodded and went back to looking at the night sky.