Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, or Butch Hartman's cartoons, but it would be awesome if I did!! P.S. This is one of my usual fanfictions I had made about 2 years ago. It is finally finished!

Danny: Who said it was finished?

Me: I did.

Danny: Pshaw. Bluffer!

Me: I don't bluff!... Okay, I was bluffing when I said "I don't bluff", but I'm serious about the story!

Danny: Yeah, right. You only did the pictures!

Me: So? Can we PLEASE start the story?

Danny: Fine, but I get a raise for this conversation.

Me: grrrrr...I'm not getting paid enough for this….. 'rubs temples'

Chapter 1

Danny's horror (Prologue)

I ran. Ran as fast as I could. But I wasn't fast enough. The moons light shone on me. I snarled, strained, tried all I could. But the curse overpowered me. Against my will, I turned from myself to my own enemy.

It all started on a simple night at my house. I was alone, watching a few shows on TV. My ghost sense escaped my lips once again. Changing into Phantom, I flew outside. Looking around, I hadn't seen a sign of a ghost anywhere. Then they started.

I flew in the direction of the wails. Closer and closer they sounded, as I came closer to the location. The wail was so loud, it was as if it was right behind me.

It was.

It heaved me to the ground, snarling out its rage, growling and showing me two rows of deathly sharp teeth with the smell of rotting flesh. It raised its fur-covered face to the moon and howled out a victory. Then, as it looked at me with its yellow glowing eyes after its wail, it lowered its beastly head and dug its fangs into my shoulder.

I shrieked with pain. Screaming and showing my teeth as to challenge the animal, I blasted it off of my chest. Groaning with pain as the beast came to its feet, I did so also, with my hand over the wound. The beast stared at me and showed his teeth angrily. Snarling and dribbling with saliva, it charged at me, and once again, toppled over me and heaved me to the ground, while clawing my neck. My eyes flashed red. Blindly, I struggled to get out of the animal's grasp. But it had animal strength. Once again, it howled its rage at the moon, then kept me on the ground. My eyes weren't blinded anymore. But my pain was. I 

froze the animal to the ground so I could get out of its clutches. My anger showing, I held my hand to the animal and blasted him down the road. I flew over to the animal. The eyes were staring blankly to the front, it's side to the ground. Blood started to flow out of the animal's mouth. Knowing it was dead, I walked down the street and back up to my room. Suddenly feeling dizzy, I lay on the edge of my bed. Grabbing the covers, I turned and fell to the ground. I was in so much pain, I didn't care if I was on the floor. Closing my eyes, I instantly fell asleep.

I opened my eyes, realizing what happened. I looked at my wounded shoulder. It was tightly bandaged. I finally realized I was on my bed. Looking out my door, I saw Jazz peeking at me. "Come in," I said finally.

She entered my room and sat next to me. "What happened last night? Mom found you on the floor with some kind of dog bite on your shoulder." I rubbed my head. I was so tired, I barely remembered my last name. "I-I don't know," I said. "I just remember some kind of wolf… staring and snarling…. at me…" Jazz rubbed my back. "Well, you'd better get ready for school. We have about 30 minutes." I stood up and then held my head and sat back down. "You should stay home if you feel that bad," she said. I nodded, even though it hurt my head very badly. She left my room and I saw her car drive out of the driveway a few minutes later. I stood up and struggled to keep myself from falling down the stairs. Once I sat at the table, I sniffed. My nose was suddenly 50x better than usual. I smelled my mom cooking some pancakes and a few eggs. Then I smelled some other scent. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was something I never smelt before. Following my nose, I found some meat in the refrigerator. Pulling it out, I practically swallowed it whole. Then, approaching my mom, I snuck behind her and peeked over her shoulder. My pupils were staring at the pancakes. My mom looked at me.

"You're really hungry, aren't you?" she asked me. My eyes were still on the pancakes. My nose wriggled. The smell tickled my nose. It wasn't my craving that morning. I was craving meat. I had never had that craving for breakfast. "I'll take that as a yes." My mom handed me a plate of pancakes. I looked at her and said, "Do we have any bacon?" She looked around and gave me a plate full of them. I gave her back the pancakes and ran to the table. Scarfing down about half of the plate, I instantly felt very weird. Then, about three minutes later, I found myself with an empty plate. I cocked my head like a confused puppy. Mom looked at me worriedly. "Danny," she said as I looked up. "Are you okay?" I stared at her. Then, I shook my head. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine," I said, even though it was a lie. Grabbing my plate, I walked to the counter and then yawned while walking back to the table. Mom stared at me. "Danny," she said. "What is wrong with your tongue?!" I looked and stuck my tongue out of my mouth. It was long.

And black.