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-This is a pompous pep fic, that means Danny/Vlad. If you don't like it, that's fine but this is just a warning that this may not be for you, Thank you!-

"What?" The teen inquired out loud as he morphed back. The question would only fall on the deaf ears of the his surroundings. All of which, played a role in his confusion. Something prevented him from escaping, from simply phasing out of the room and flying away. 'Great.' he huffed. The boy's azure gaze scanned the room, at least, what he could make out of it in such darkness. It provided little to nothing for providing any clues or hints as to where or why he was there. With a deep breath and a sigh, he ran a hand through his messy and almost spike-like hair. Waking up in an unknown location can be upsetting for anybody. It can bring a strew of negative emotions. Like, anxiety or anger; it could even instill fear and thus, putting one in a foul mood. But for Daniel Fenton, the feelings for this had melted more into alertness and irritation.

...and this was definitely true right now. Considering the fact that it was his birthday.

Yes, his birthday. The day that was drawing near to two decades ago that his proud parents and proud new sister welcomed him into the world. Like everybody who came into being, he didn't remember this moment. It was simply too early for his brain to do so but just could not help to feel comforted by the thought of such warmth. An excited and joyful little girl gushing over the little blue-eyed baby, asking a ton of questions following her life with her new brother; a relived and also proud father's gaze on his wife for having a safe delivery after carrying their child for close to nine months, and last but not least, loving mother's affection and protection for her newborn son as she cradles him in her arms. To think that the woman had found the strength at the moment to even hold a baby, let alone stay awake after twenty long hours of being in labor amazed Danny to this day. Although, he'd not admit it to his mom; knowing that she would go, "Ohhh honey, that's so sweet of you!" and something about that just embarrassed him. Maybe it was that he wasn't one to say really deep and personal things so easily to his parents and he wasn't used to the overjoyed reaction of gratitude from such. Not that he hasn't had moments with each member of this household that brought them closer together as a family, but he wasn't one to admit such philosophical thoughts right off the bat at random. However, thinking back to a time where he was in surrounded by nothing but his his new family and the chance to live without a care in the world for the next few years brought a sense of calmness to the teen. Not having to worry about schoolwork, bullies, responsibilities, or anything but the basics of life was a rare notion that he wouldn't fully experience for who knows how long. Maybe never again...

Danny shook his head. While getting lost in his own thoughts provided comfort in this dark and unfamiliar environment, it wasn't the most important thing to focus on at the moment. He needed to stop and go over what he remembered from the past twenty-four hours. A good margin of time to think back too-Yesterday started out pretty quiet. No ghost activity until the late afternoon. He had caught a few ghosts with Tucker and Sam near a sanatorium just on the outskirts of town. 'Oh yeah, and Jazz tagged along with us. How could I forget? She just wouldn't shut up about the place all the way there! Since she's so into psychology and all of that stuff.' After, they all went to our homes ate with his parents and sister, washed up and jumped into bed with the TV remote and channel surfed for an hour or two. Channel switching consistently had become a habit for him because he would think about something that happened during the day and then go into something close to a trance as he pondered more and more about it. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the amount of time that he spent on a daily basis thinking and staitigizing his fights and anticipation for an encounter with an enemy. Or it was both. Either way, this wasn't getting him anywhere. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred. Nothing at all. Not during the day, or night. There wasn't anything really to worry from his adversaries either. No hanging threats to him or the ones that he cared about from Skulker or Technis or any of his foes. He hasn't seen Vlad in a while though...maybe he was up to something. Looking around, this place did kind of look like his thing. An abandoned, old castle that was a whole lot like the one he owned. However, it's not the best thing to jump to conclusions.

The halfa searched the Erie room for about half an hour. Maybe it was the Ghostwriter he thought as he shifted rows of dusty books from their place one a bookshelf. Now that was a possibility! No matter how many times Danny has taken care of most of his foes, they somehow managed to escape their captivity and find him once more. Seeking revenge on him for what he has done to them. That's how it pretty much worked and he was used to it. The Ghostwriter had a beef with the ghost boy as soon as his grand masterwork that he had spent countless hours on designated into ashes right out of his hands as he watched in horror. It was stupid of him to be so careless as to hold something so dear out in the open, where it could have gotten damaged, let alone destroyed but his "attacker" was in a blind fury. The novelist deemed the action as unfair, mindless, and cruel. This was, in his mind, only punishable by revenge. Setting it out as a lesson, he threw the teen spiraling into a confusing and complex trap within a poem. Danny won in the end and threw him in jail, coming out on top once more and saving the holidays for all of Amity Park to enjoy. Although the Ghostwriter wasn't the muscle-bound fighting type guy who could bust his way out of jail, he was more like a sly fox. He could trick a guard into giving him a journal out of boredom and he could throw the center of his hatred into a place like this; in order to break him down menially and emotionally. It was likely but then again, it could be something or someone that he has never met and they are just messing with him now. "Whatever." Danny muttered dryly. All of this thinking made his head hurt, he hasn't been getting a whole lot of sleep lately. Irritated from his fruitless investigation of the old Victorian study, he decided to venture out and explore some more around the area. He wandered deeper and deeper into the darkened hallways. His path was a long one. It was carpeted and candles lined down as far as the eye could see Old paintings that hung from the walls a few feet away from each other was nothing of importance. It only showed the wealth of the estate's owner or owners and that meant nothing to Danny. The windows were lined with a layer of grime thus, limiting the tiny amount of moonlight that already shone down from the early morning sky. A grandfather clock indicated that midnight had arrived along with Danny's birthday. Well, it didn't exactly chant, "Happy Birthday Daniel!" but it at least made him aware of the time. He had pasted by so many different rooms that he could have went into but didn't find reason in searching. Why? He didn't know. Something drove him to continue to go on to the end of the then occurred to him that it would be best to change into Danny Phantom. That way, he wouldn't be such an easy target for an ambush again. Two glowing white rings floated out and away from the teen's center and did just that. "And besides, floating is more fun than walking!" he laughed to himself. For the time being, there was no rush. He had nothing but time for all he knew. Besides, all he had to do was keep an eye out for trouble and he would be fine. He could so handle this!

Danny phased in and out of different rooms after thoroughly searching it for about twenty minutes each.

"Nothing here."

"-..or in here."

Well, he had no way of telling the time aside from looking at the grandfather clock but he did have somewhat of a sense of time.

"..or h- YUCK! What is that thing? It looks like the half-eaten burger that tucker left on his desk for a week about a month ago!" Danny's face wrenched in disgust. "Come to think of it, how did he not notice that..?"

Closet after Closet, Bookshelf after bookshelf, drawers after drawers, desktop after desktop, chest after chest, room after room...it seemed to be endless! There was nothing to be found and yet he kept working at it. The minutes turned into what seemed like hours. He even began pulling books out and flipping through each one that he came across in hopes of finding a letter, key, photo, document, whatever! No avail. He coughed a couple of times before returning to the hallway. This reeked. It was nothing short of depressing and boring. He was on his own. Without Sam or Tucker or Jazz could direct him around from a remote location, he felt a little disconnected from the rest of the world. Yes, this place was that old. So ancient that Danny felt as though he had been sent to a whole other time period. Sitting down, it melted into a sense of pure isolation. Two white rings flashed and whipped past him.

PhSHhhu

Green eyes reverted back to it's original blue, white hair into black, and his white, ghostly glow faded. He was hesitant about staying too far just yet. There just had to be something that could help him...

and that's the end of chapter one! Hope that you guys liked it and if you didn't, it'll pick up soon, I promise.