A/N: This story is AU which stands for Alternate Universe so anything in this story that seems out of place such as the characters personalites a bit is intended. However we promise you this story does not bash any DP characters and is pure fun nothing more. Not much else to say except this is a joint rp we came up with. And it was so good we wanted to show it on here. So we rewrote it as a story. Lydia (Linariel) played Danny, and Lya (Neverland5) played Sam. We both played other random DP characters but those are the main ones. We both own art accounts on deviantART (linariel, and WalksThroughWalls). Anyways we came up with an idea to make a joint account so we can get equal amount of reconigtion for our work thus the LandLPhanfics was created. We just hope you guys like our work and Read and Review cause the more reviews the faster we finish the chapters.

Disclaimer: We do not own any Danny Phantom characters that honor goes to the incredibly creative Butch Hartman. We do however own all the characters who don't appear in the series. Though at the moment there are none.

Embrasser Obscurite

By:

Lydia, and Lyanne

(penname: LandLPhanfics)

Chapter I: Incertitude

To the outside world Amity Park looked like a prospering banquet of life, simple yet at the same time well maintained. Sure it didn't usually have a peaceful appearance but that wasn't bad no it was normal for any town. It was boring to many, and not the ideal place to others. Some say it was filled with gang members, crooks, and low lives. Not the ideal place to raise a family. Others saw it as just too old fashioned. It had no malls, no major stores, and no fast food chains.

It was run down a useless piece of land for those who enjoyed old fashioned way. Yet there were rumors that no inhabitant from there ever came to greet the outside world. All utter nonsense of course, very big lies. Still was nothing that the wealthy would truly enjoy.

So why are we moving here? The young fourteen year old dryly thought to herself as she looked to the shady landscape in the photograph from the research she'd done in the town. Young Samantha Elizabeth Manson, heiress to the deli toothpick fortune was not at all snobby in fact she kind of liked the fact that this town they were moving to looked so dark, and mysterious, sort of reminded her of one of her gothic novels. She wasn't into money in the least in fact sometimes she thought of disinheriting her own self to escape the lap of luxury for a more quiet easy going life.

No the only reason she didn't understand why they were moving to Amity, was because her parents chose to leave behind their mansion. Her own parents! The cream of the crop always wanting everything to be done for them, we're moving to a place with no business opportunities, and no servants.

Yes one of the reasons they we're moving was because recently Alexander Caldwell a close friend of her father passed away and left in his will a nice house in Amity Park to him. But they didn't have to move there. Oh yes this was great she just wondered when she looked at both of her parent's with those cheery smiles on their faces. If they needed physiological help, they could be a bit eccentric at the moment, as stated before this was clearly unlike them.

They still had at least an hour till they would reach it. So, Sam decided to avoid her parents constant bickering, and cheery speaking to read. But soon after the first few sentences her amethyst eyes grew incredibly heavy and soon she found her self dozing off, to a dreamless slumber.

It felt like maybe only ten minutes when the sugary voice of her mother Pamela Manson interrupted her nap. "Sam... Sam wake up sweetie," gently pushing at her shoulder.

Half in the middle of sleeping and awaking the young teen replied drowsily. "Just give me five more minutes." She had been in the middle of a dark fitful sleep and wasn't in the mood to be greeted by daylight yet.

Then the strong and dignified voice of her father Jeremy Manson caught on. "Honey we're here...we just arrived at our new home."

Forcing her eyes open, she rubbed her eyes, and blinked. "We're here already?! That was a short ride." that was faster then I thought it would be. Sam thought to herself amazed.

Her mother looked to her apologetically. "Actually no sweetie you were asleep half of the trip." she then smiled warmly pushing her out the door. "Now come and see our new home." She said dramatically as if she was displaying one of her many dresses she usually forced Sam to try on. That was when she could catch her.

Deciding to humor her mother she turned to have a look at the place. Her eyes beheld a medium sized colonial mansion with a homey, yet elegant look to it, painted in a creamy eggshell color, with burgundy trimming it wasn't a bad looking house. A step up from all those fancy mansions we've lived at in the past… she still couldn't understand why her parents chose this place. But whatever reason one look at the house, and it was safe to assume with a minor paint job in darker colors it would probably be her favorite home they've ever lived in. Even the grass was neatly trimmed with a small garden with flowers in different splashes of color from every spot they turned, growing at the sides surrounding a small but roomy porch.

After getting a good look at the home. She then decided to inspect the town that surrounded them. She raised an eye brow when she noticed what it looked like. This isn't like the snapshots showed. To be saying that was an understatement it was nothing like the internet described. It was desolate the whole place. Her neighborhood was exceedingly quiet. Not even a random child was playing about in the streets. No laughter, no voices, everything felt so empty. It was dark too, in a way that seemed to make it look like not one was colorful save for her house and few others which weren't even as nice. She could have sworn that the small cottage across the street on the left hand side had burned marks on it, and a window broke open.

Something doesn't seem right here. She thought to herself. The town gave off a peculiar feeling to it, even without the messed up neighborhood. Glancing at her parents they didn't seem to notice the way everything else in this place looked. They were to busy looking straight ahead at their place. Of course they don't notice they usually only pay attention to their place not others, that's unless they can measure up to their standers.

She shivered slightly pulling her black jacket closer to her. Sam didn't feel good about this place. She might be Goth, and into things that are despairing. But she wasn't stupid there was something not right about this whole town, and she couldn't help but feel that someone somewhere was watching her from behind, with their eyes locked behind watching her every move, it made her hairs stand up.

"SAMMYKINS!!!" chirped her mother in her loud melodious voice.

The young Goth turned to glare daggers at her mother. "Stop calling me that!" she hated that nickname with every inch of her being.

But the woman remained unmoved quite used to her daughter giving her that look or tone; she'd done it a lot frequently. Her usual smile remained planted on her face as she spoke as if Sam had never said anything. "Sweetie, go ahead inside the house, while we get the other truckloads of things out."

You mean supervise. She said in her head. Her parents wouldn't lift a finger to do manual labor. Not as long as they could afford the finer things in life. Both had come from rich families so she had a feeling that they'd never done anything on there own.

"Um… actually mom, I'm going to go look around you know do a little exploring." She asked cheerfully though she didn't really feel this way at the moment this place was bugging her too much to just ignore it. There's something about this place that doesn't feel right. I need to find out what it is.

A lone shadow flew over Amity Park which in turn he considered his property. The small town which had once been an ever prospering banquet of life as the tour guide still read was now silent except for the unanimous screams of people who were being frightened by a random ghost. The lone figure smirked as he looked on to his Empire. This was his kingdom his home now his throne. Examining the landscape of utter chaos he couldn't help but chuckle. Then his dark red eyes caught site of a few moving vans followed by a limo entering the city on the outside it looked normal but on the inside after a while a newbie would understand things. Though they never could tell anyone what they saw for nobody who came in ever came out.

Eyeing the newest residence once they arrived at the old Caldwell house, he examined them carefully. They seemed fairly well to do and rich though witless. One of the many reasons he could think of them choosing such a desolate place as this to live. The things people do for excitement. he thought rolling his eyes. Then a twisted a smirk came on his face. Oh they'd get excitement alright but not the way they were hoping. His eyes rested on them examining his latest victims. Not too much of a sight but they did intrigue him which never was good thing.

The human who yelled to the young teenager a snobby lady was a little too much of a pain. As many humans were. But something about her charge, the teenager was different. She was pretty as humans go but he had learned long ago not to judge just by looks. And he still coughed up green blood at times to show for the wound he received. But this one still needed to be watched. She knew too much her parents seemed to only focus on their self. But this girl she focused on everything around her. In fact she was almost interesting; she was very tense somehow she already seemed to guess just what her parents had gotten into. Not that it would matter much. He doubted they'd believe her if she stated her facts. He smirked she'd still have to be watched especially close.

Watching the girl leave her sheltered home to bravely step in a check the world around her, she seemed determined to find out what was up. Sighing he shook his head, yes he'd definitely have to keep an eye on her. She seemed to not have gotten the meaning of the saying. 'Curiosity killed the cat.' Well this could be fun, he'd been bored so much lately with most of his subjects barring themselves in their houses to escape from him, that he'd hardly had a scare since then. Poor little thing she doesn't even know what can happen when you decided to venture outside the line of safety. Soon he fell into the shadows following her as she made her way across town.

Sam walked alone the empty sidewalk looking around, turning her head every single time she heard a sound, she was practically paranoid. The places she saw around her were just as abandoned as her neighborhood, she'd thought at least the police station would be functioning but to her utter shock all that remained of it were a sign, and a pile of ashes. The same scorch marks could be found on almost every building in town. The only shop the town had was a supermarket, and clothing store in one, and it to was closed. This part shouldn't have surprised her since it was nearly ten by her watch.

What's wrong with this place? She thought to herself, but also thought other wise. Maybe she was just being paranoid. There could easily be a curfew. But that didn't explain why the only light that admitted in town was from the moon which shined bright enough to light her way around places. She still couldn't help thinking about the ruined police station she could almost smell dried blood when she'd been there. If only she could have seen more. "I should have brought a flashlight." She muttered to herself as she could see perfectly well at night but it was pitch black in some areas, this in itself made things difficult.

She went ahead a few steps near an alley when she heard a sudden thud that made her jump. She looked around and saw that there was nothing, still thinking that she was just fearful and nervous. But what caught her attention was the sudden cold rush she felt. "Ok this is definitely not normal, since when does it get freezing cold when it was just warm a few seconds ago?" Sam asked herself. She did not notice very close behind her

The figure's crimson eyes watched her from behind not ready to make his presence known just yet. He had followed her around every where she went which was virtually a good portion of the town. All the while he admired his handiwork on all of the messes as humans would state it. He'd state it getting rid of the offenders, and teaching his subjects to mind.

His thoughts wandered once and awhile and when they reached the alley way he couldn't help but watch his prey as she slowly got herself into a closed up space. Smirking he enjoyed the sense of fear she gave off though at the same time he frowned a bit finding not as much as many of his subjects would. She was closed up. But there was something about the way she acted something so much different then any of the others. His thoughts wandered too long and soon he found one of his foolish human habits that he had never really fully conquered came out as he bumped into one of the nearby trashcans, then cursed himself for already giving away his presence. It had startled her but he couldn't just destroy it unlike most of his slaves. He wasn't witless in anyway. He'd take his anger out later for now he watched the girl silently.

"Somehow I get this feeling like if I'm being watched, and it's a creepy sensation" she said out loud to no one. Not really caring if the person, thing, or whatever it was following her heard her. She continued to walk, but now faster, she felt something, and she knew that she wasn't alone. Whatever it was she had to be careful or it might turn out to be a scary situation. She peeked at a dark alley to see if someone was hiding there, maybe trying to scare her off. She got closer and noticed a pair of yellow eyes looking back at her. Every hair on her body stood up she walked backwards but tripped in the process. The eyes got near and out of the shadows. Sam sighed with relief to see what scared her half to death came to be. A little grayish blue kitten came out of the shadows and landed on her lap meowing, and staring those big yellow eyes at her.

She took a deep breath letting out her fear, smiling slightly glad to finally see some form of life in this town. "So it was you who gave me the big scare huh?" she cooed to the little bundle of fluff while petting its soft fur. The feline soon gave off a musical purr which echoed through alley bringing sound and a bit of comfort to the once tense teenager. Well that proves that this town is okay. I mean a little innocent thing like this would never be here otherwise.

The temperature seemed to have dropped all of a sudden for the second time and it made Sam nervous again. The kitten jumped off her lap, and ran off hissing. It was clearly not fond of whatever had entered the alley. Sam got up from the cold floor and looked around. This time she saw it...the shadow...the figure. Sam felt the cold sensation once more, she couldn't move, she was too scared to even run.

Her stalker grinned from in the shadows. Then spoke in his cold voice that seemed both deadly calm at so blank to emotions. "Hello." she remained silent this both seemed to have annoyed, and amused him. "I know you can hear me girl."

"Who are you?" was all that Sam was the only thing that came to her mind to say. She stood there staring and didn't move a single muscle in her body.

"No one important or at least..." His red eyes flashed crimson in the darkness. Making them more noticeable, "no one you need to worry about." then he whispered in a hush tone barely loud enough to be heard. "For now."

Sam's eyes went wide at seeing the red eyes. It scared her, she knew whoever he was...or whatever he is was not normal. And why was he following her there was something fishy about the whole idea. Sam attempted to stay calm, and made a serious face, trying not to show any fear. "I'm not afraid of you, either you tell me what exactly you are or why you were even following me in the first place, I will just stand here and wait until you decide to show your face in front of me" Sam said. Sam was panicking on the inside mentally slapping herself for that remark. Whoever this was she could just tell by the voice and those hypnotic red eyes, that he was dangerous.

"You don't order around your superior's girl." he replied with a sneer, then seemed to quit speaking for a moment, pausing to let silence envelope till he spoke again. "I suppose I will show you my appearance it's not like I care what your race thinks of me."

"My race what are you talking about?" Sam asked with a mixture of confusion, and fright. If she wasn't afraid she would have not spared a moment to snap back at him for calling her girl. She wasn't little, and judging by his voice he wasn't to much older then her.

Slowly the stalker stepped out of the shadows to reveal a young man no more then seventeen. He didn't seem human, and at the same time he did. His eyes were that same crimson color she saw in the shadows they seemed to stare into her very soul. His hair was snow white. He wore a black spandex suit with a DP emblem on it. On his back was a cape of a coal black color while the inside was silver the cape itself was a mix of a cape you'd see on a super hero, and an ancient cloak reaching down to his waist, with silver boots. A smirk was adorned on his face instead of a scowl as she had suspected. "Now are you satisfied?"

"Um...yes" she said staring blankly at him. Clearly her mind was already confused and messed up from so many things happening at once that she didn't know the right thing to say anymore. But what confused her, the most is that, for the first time she wasn't feeling any fear as she did before she saw him.

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He was a little annoyed no very annoyed that he wasn't able to get her to crack. She didn't even show any fear as many did when they saw his face for the first time. She just responded in the calmest manner. This made him frustrated and even if he wasn't meaning to show it frustration was clearly written on his face. He did not respond but looked into her amethyst eyes with deep interest. Why was she not affected? he thought to himself as he continued to study her.

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Sam continued stare at his crimson eyes showing no fear. Somehow I'm not as afraid as I used to be a while ago. she thought. He doesn't seem to look so scary in my opinion, but he does look like the type to cause a lot of damage, I think it would be best if I just stayed calm, maybe he'll loose interest. she continued to say in her mind.

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If she was hoping to loose his interest by being calm she was doing the exact opposite. Oh contra re she was gaining his attention even more. If she had ran away in fear he would have left her at that but she was one of the first humans to question him. She was very lucky not to be dead at this moment or in mortal pain for even frustrating him. Something about her something about her was different then the others. And no matter how hard he tried he couldn't place it.

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"So…um...are you just going to stand there and stare at me, or can I just leave" She said to him. "What the heck is wrong with me??!!!" she said fighting with her mind. She didn't mean to say that out loud it was more of a thought that had accidentally become heard, and it really was going to get her into trouble. She stood there not removing her eyes away from him as she acted to be brave, and like if he was just some regular guy. She was definitely regretting that remark as she waited for his response.

He glared at her for moment his eyes flashed crimson in annoyance. Then he didn't speak for a long moment letting her frustration and tension grow. Then he spoke with chuckle shaking his head. "You truly don't know what you've gotten yourself into girl and yet you remain trying to be brave human." sighing now he looks away for moment and seems to speak to both himself and her. "Ah well she'll know soon enough. For now..." he turns to her with a wicked smile gives her a peck on the cheek. "I must be going." With this he flew into the night's sky not even caring if she saw him do so. I'll leave her to think about that.

Sam couldn't believe what had happened. "Did he just fly?" she asked herself as she touched the cheek in which his lips had touched. She couldn't help but to blush a little, he was good looking after all, human or not, she didn't care. But what exactly did he mean by 'you truly don't know what you've gotten yourself into.' Sam thought. Does that mean, there's something worse from today that awaits me? Or was he trying to scare me? Whatever reason it was Sam trudged towards her home still having mixed feelings about what had happened that night, not even knowing that just around the corner was an even bigger problem.

A/N: There is nothing more in a different language except the title and the chapters. We just wanted to make our work a little more exotic I guess XD

Translations from French to English

Embrasser Obscurite - Embracing Darkness
Incertitude - Uncertainty