Danny has been having premonitions lately, about a girl he hasn't spoken to since he was seven, since she moved. It comes to the point where Danny feels like he's going to go insane. So Danny makes an effort to track her down. Unfortunate for him, he soon finds out there's more to the ghost realm than he thinks when he learns Sam disappeared seven years ago, into a car that went behind a tree, but didn't reach the other end.
Note: With this story I will not be explaining characters we should already know or talk about past situations as when Danny Fenton got his ghost powers. I plan for this to be in depth so I need to take trivial things out to make sure I stay interested. If you are confused, watch the show or read another fan fiction first that should set up the main plot of the show for you.
Vinegar and Wine
Chapter One
Darling Baby Face
Was there ever such a thing as a 'normal girl'? If we are all different then is there really a normal? Sometimes young Vinegar would wonder these questions as she walked down the hallways of her high school, but she never dared voice them. She just shrunk into an unoriginal group that was a crowd, not choosing to stick out, not choosing whether to experiment by picking out another kind of lunch meat for her sandwiches. Vinegar was a simple girl, never wearing different clothes, hardly speaking and most of all, Vinegar never fought for anything she truly wanted.
Though Vinegar was a weird name for a young girl, especially a name that had no meaning or family joke/secret behind it, it never got more than a flicker of an eyelash. Her Dad, a bookshop owner with weak arms, big thick rimmed glasses and a rather large nose that reminded people of a parrot's beck, often called her Vinnie, which Vinegar never really commented over. Her mother, the source behind Vinegar's name, one day packed her bags and left for the nearest airport. Vinegar's dad, being a spineless man, went on with life as it was. He did however shove the remainder of her belongings in the wood chipper with a broad smile on his face.
Then one day, when she was only young, her Dad just pulled out his bags and left also. Before Vinegar knew it, she was at a new school, being called a new name, one she had never been too accustomed to. It seemed that straight away everyone was her friend while a certain group was telling her how to act and how to dress. She didn't care all too much. She was introduced to new parents as well, her mother seemed kind but always hanging near her but her father was big and muscular, nothing at all like the previous big nosed man that was her father. It never crossed her that it was strange for someone to just suddenly receive a new family and never asked questions.
Vinegar was never sat down and told how things were meant to be. Se never got told right from wrong, never truly fought for anything she wanted, never became something she was proud of. She was steered by the many faces and pushes she was faced in. Unfortunate for her, slowly she grew into her name, she became just like Vinegar, looking innocent enough but once tasted, the bitterness is immediately detected.
She may have been known now as Honey, but she was Vinegar all the way through.
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'Bottle of wine,
Fruit from the vine,
Why won't you let me get sober?'
She sung this verse over and over again, finding it impossible to remember any of the other words. She clutched her ears tightly; tears spilling out of her eyes, making her short raven hair cling to her face. She sobbed as she sung, trying desperately to turn a deaf ear to the sound of the fight downstairs. Unfortunately for her, the sound found its way through her fingers and into her ears.
Early 1900's music played below as screams and shouts from two men below echoed through the almost empty house. Their shouts were raging, so much that it was hard to understand what they were arguing about. The black haired youth didn't know what they were fighting about, having no more clue than the older small group of woman and men beside her, staring at the ground with her lips pressed together, remaining silent, knowing as much as she did that whatever was upsetting their master would be taken out on them.
'Bottle of wine,
Fruit from the vine,
Why won't you let me get sober?'
The small group of adults ignored the youths crying. Where they were, it was one for ones self. Suddenly a loud crash was heard from down stairs and the yelling stopped. Slowing the music kept playing, still an eerie silence filled the house. The group of adults froze, in fear and wonder, while the girl tried not to notice anything had changed. Slowly the creaking sound of someone slowly making their way up the stairs was heard, coming straight towards them. The adults stood their ground while the young girl continued to sob and sing the only three lines she knew.
'Bottle of wine,
Fruit from the vine,
Why won't you let me get
So-ber?'