Run. Keep running keep running keep running oh God no please let me run fast enough. No God please don't let her catch me don't let her catch me!
The man stumbled through the dark alleys, blindly feeling around for corners. Snow clouded his vision and the crisp air stung his eyes. He fell once or twice, then leapt to his feet and resumed sloshing his way through the frozen cement.
Oh my God please please just let me keep running oh God please No no NO this can't be happening please please PLEASE!
But then he fell once more, and was too late in getting up. A heavy foot shoved him back to the ground, and he choked on a mouthful of yellow snow.
NO!
He heard the feral snarl, saw the teeth, and began to pray:
Our Father, which art in Heaven, hallowed be thy Name…
His shirt was torn in half as he felt himself being flipped to his back.
Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done…
Tears frozen to his cheeks, he weakly whispered, mouth trembling,
"On earth as it is in Heaven."
The last things to grace his vision were the tired, blunt black eyes tinged were cerluean, and the horribly beautiful lips lined with terrifyingly sharp teeth.
His screams were carried off by the wind, lost in the freezing black of the night.
Chapter One: No Objections
Danny Fenton was having a rough day. First of all, he had failed a science quiz. And then he had gotten into a fight with his girlfriend. And THEN, as if that wasn't enough, his parents had insisted on him attending a conference with the world's political leaders.
Seriously, what teenager wants to be stuck in a room with a bunch of old hoots talking about the coffee bean withdrawals in Canada? Or, you know, whatever.
He sighed in agitation, running a hand through his dark hair. Not to mention the fact that he had been unusually jumpy all day, attributed to the fact that Amity Park's sister city, Larkvane, had suffered a substantial rise in homicides. Whether or not it was ghost-related was unknown, but all the same, they had called Danny in on the job. For the past week, he had been expecting his ghost sense to be going off like crazy, but so far, the only ghost he had to fight was the Box Ghost. Be-freaking-ware.
The phone rang, and he just about flew out of his skin. Chill, Danny, he scolded himself, placing the receiver to his ear. "Hello?"
"Danny," Sam said, sounding annoyed.
"Sam…" he rushed, "Sammy, look, I'm so-"
"No, it's okay. Don't say anything. I just called to tell you that I'm still mad at you."
"…Okay?"
"But I still love you. So don't be stupid or anything."
He nodded before remembering she couldn't see him. "Okay. Um…I'msorryforcallingyouranimalright'srallystupidandpointless."
"Okay. Dually noted." He could hear the smile in her voice.
"I was just having a really rough day, babe. That's all."
"Okay."
"Are you still mad?"
"Just a little bit."
"What do I have to do?"
"Grovel."
Obviously, she was kidding, so he'd play along. "Oh, Samantha Manson, I am eternally sorry," he hoped his voice sounded tragic and repentant. "I'll do anything and everything to win your heart back. My soul has cracked and bled without your company, and I feel as if a shadow has eclipsed my…err…soul…again. So…Oh, please, won't you forgive me?"
Her giggling sent little tingles of happiness down his spine. "Oh, Daniel Fenton, you are already aware that my heart is yours. But as they say, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. I shall have to dig deeply in my heart…or soul…to forgive you, but forgive I shall, owing to the eclipse that is also shadowing me from being apart from thy malodorous being for such an expanse of time. But oh, oh, how it pains me to announce that I haveth calculus homework due, and thou doth not obtain good grades by slacking offeth."
He grinned, feeling a small weight lift. "Thanks, Sam. Love you."
"Bye, Danny. I love you, too!"
"Wait, what do you mean, malodorous!?" He jokingly considered being slightly offended by this, but seeing as how the phone line was just a droning hum now, and Sam wasn't angry with him anymore, he decided to just smile.
He loped to his desk and switched his computer on, leaning back in his chair and stretching. How many fan letters would there be today? Usually, they topped in the millions. He had to purchase a new system that could actually support all of the junk he received on a daily basis. Of course, he barely had time to check his email, what with his busy schedule and all, so that might've accounted for the ridiculous amount of mail. Either way, it was both flattering and annoying.
He chuckled in disbelief at some of the subject titles, many of them R-Rated. He quickly deleted those, rolling his eyes in disgust.
But there were others that deserved his attention, ones with such subjects as: Help: A Haunting?, My Little Boy Wants To Meet You!, and Charity Event at Lewisville Hospital..
He scrolled back up and clicked on the first one. Might as well work my way down, he thought, clicking on the first email.
Dear Mr. Fenton/Phantom,
Thank you for being such an inspiration to our country, to the world. You are beyond doubt the world's greatest hero. To think of what you must've been through, all of that hiding. I hope you have some free time to yourself, though. You and my son are about the same age, and he's always out with friends! Thank you, again. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Yours truly,
Cameron Seegul, of Forks, Washington.
He smiled a bit at the compliment, but still shook his head. When would people learn he WASN'T a hero? He was just a dorky fourteen-going-on-fifteen-year-old kid who had gotten in way over his head.
Scanning the subject lines again, he noticed a few of them had been sent by Sam.
Dear Ghost Boy,
How is China? Hope your having fun, hanging with all those political leaders. I sure would be. Yeah. So, anyhoo, I was just sitting in my room, talking to Tucker, when it occurred to me that we all haven't hung out in a long time. Now, by the time you get this, we probably already will have hung out. But I thought I'd just drop you a line to let you know. Wait one second.
Okay, now that Tucker is out of my room…I miss you! Really really really really really really really really really really really really badly! Is that stalkerish? I don't think so. If you think so, then FINE. I'll just run off to Japan or wherever and stay there for a month! :
Can't wait for you to get home. I've got a present for you! Tucker says it's a stupid present, but it's not. Now he demands that I get him a present, as well (he's yelling through my door). He says, "So what if Danny's a worldwide hero and you're his girlfriend? I'm still your best friend and I WANT A PRESENT!"
If you're wondering how he knows that I just typed that, about the present, when he's locked outside…The answer to that is a solid IDK. Tucker never ceases to amaze me. :)
But, Danny, I think you've given him an inferiority complex.
Haha, so I'll just go. Byeee
Sam
Danny quickly hit the reply button.
hey, ghost boy's girlfriend,
i noticed you forgot to put "love you" or "forever yours" or "i 3 you" on your email. this has hurt my feelings. i demand you put some form of love pledge thing on whatever you send me, otherwise i'll stop flying you to school when you're late (if you think this is stalkerish…that's too bad.).
don't you love how mushy i am?
and tucker can get over his complex. He's always had issues, sammy, you know that as well as i do. tuck, if you're reading this, i'm just kidding. :
what's this? a present? oh boy. i want it now. what is it? why have you not given it to me in the three weeks i've been back from china? i need to come over to your house soon. its just with school and all of the make-up homework...but it's funny that the minute i became even remotely famous, your parents suddenly love me. i bet they'll let me take you out to a late-night dinner and movie. what do you say?.
please please please please please please please don't go to japan!! are you leaving me for some hot smart japanese guy? that just sucks, sam. just sucks. lol
well, I have to go. i have about 1000000000000 emails to read. insane, isn't it? maybe i'll just delete them all and call you. i have to get some guys to do this stuff. do you think the GIW would answer my emails for me? just forward the important stuff? i'll have to ask about that.
love ya,
danny
He hit send and opened another email from Sam.
Mr. Daniel Fenton,
Hello. Guess what my new favorite song is?
Danny hit reply again,
ms. samantha manson
what is your new favorite song?
Before he had the opportunity to answer any more letters from his girlfriend, Jazz barged in his room, looking frantic and panicky. He quickly exited out of his mail and stood up. "Jazz, what the heck are you-"
"Danny!" She nearly screamed, pacing back and forth across his room, murmuring unintelligibly. Her fingers fumbled nervously with each other, until she forcefully pulled the blinds closed.
"Jazz? Are you alright?"
Taking a deep breath, she plunked herself down on Danny's bed. "I…I was just mobbed by reporters."
Oh, crap. Danny internally slapped himself. "Looks like the paparazzi got wind that I'm not in China anymore, huh?"
"Looks like it."
"What did they do to you?"
"They wouldn't let me get through the streets. They were EVERYWHERE. Danny, I don't know how much more I can take."
He walked towards his window and glared down at the news vans and reporters, scratching to get at his door. "You'd think they'd leave us alone after this long."
"They're probably just wondering what happened in China. The conference, and all," Jazz stated, recognizing the guilt-ridden expression on his face, "Oh, uh, what did happen?"
"They wanted my opinion on something- oh no." He inhaled sharply.
"What?"
"Sam!"
Quickly, he went ghost and became invisible and intangible, speeding through the sky. He heard the telltale sounds of a large crowd, and as Sam's house came into view, he heard screaming.
"GET THE HECK OFFA ME! OW! STOP IT!" Sam's voice carried above all the others, which in turn were screeching, "Favorite soda, Samantha?"
"What's it like dating the ghost boy?"
"Goth girl or humanitarian?"
Danny hissed under his breath and flew down to the reporters, still invisible. He scooped Sam up bridal-style and flew her through the wall into her room, ignoring all the paparazzis' excited exclamations as they realized what was happening:
"THE GHOST BOY!"
"DANNY PHANTOM, I LOVE YOU!"
"A QUICK QUESTION?!"
Closing her drapes, he turned visible again and gathered Sam up into a crushing hug. "I'm so sorry, Sam! I swear, they'll never bother you again!"
The girl was more surprised at the fact that he had known just exactly when to rescue her than at the fact that she had just been lifted out of a mob of rabid reporters by a seemingly invisible force, but returned his hug gratefully, if not somewhat puzzled. "Its okay, Danny. It's not like it's your fault or anything."
Danny released her and sat down on her bed. "Yeah, it is. If nobody knew who I was, then nobody would bother you."
"True," Sam agreed, joining him on the bed, "But if nobody knew who you were, then the situation that caused you to reveal who you were would never have happened. Thus, we would have never happened."
Hm. He had never looked at it that way before. "Maybe. But I think eventually we would have…"
Sam raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Mr. Fenton, you are the single most clueless boy I know."
"I still have no idea what you mean by that."
Sam grinned and stood up, reaching over to her nightstand for her cell phone. "Who are you calling?" Danny asked.
"Tucker. We're going to hang out. Just like the old days."
Suddenly, a thought struck Danny. He quickly grabbed Sam's wrist, preventing her from dialing Tucker's number. "Wait a sec. What present do you have for me?"
The violet-eyed young woman's face lit up in glee, and she began talking onethousand words a minute. "Well, I was at the Skulk and Lurk, and I was wondering about the myths about you, and then I thought about ghosts and stuff, so I went into the Mythological Creatures section and found all of this stuff. And then I found this book about poltergeists and werewolves and vamps, and it was really cool, so I decided I'd get it for you." Reaching under her bed, she pulled out a smooth paperback with modern-looking text on it, reading Monsters for Morons.
"Monsters for Morons, huh?" Danny said, taking the book and flipping through its pages, "Haha, funny."
Gently placing it on the floor, he turned to his girlfriend, and leaning forward with an impish grin, whispered, "Let's hang out with Tucker tomorrow."
Sam, as usual, was about to argue.
And, as usual, as his lips found hers, she was powerless to object.
AN--
Like my cheesy title? Haha :D
This is a story I've had since forever ago, and I rewrote most of it. Nothing really vital happened in this chapter- the important stuff was in the prologue. But everyone loves some good old-fashioned DannyxSam fluff, am I right? Sooo. What did you awesome fellows and- is the female form of fellows fellas?- think? :)
Oh, and Danny is too lazy to capitalize in his emails. What a silly halfa. :)