AN: THIS STORY IS NARRATED BY SAM MANSON!!! NOT ME!!!
The Two faced stranger.
"Hi, I'm Danny Fenton." introduced a 6ft tall, muscular young man with a beautiful piercing icy blue eyes, spiky jet black hair, a well sculpted chin that came with a go-tee. A fine red and white columned button down long sleeved shirt helped define his muscular chest and the rolled up sleeves that curved up to his elbows showed off his pale, muscular forearms. Classic dark blue jeans and brown shoes were on his legs and feet. He reminded me of a young Vincent Price.
"Sam. Sam Manson." I replied to him shaking his hand back. His hands were warm and strong. "Can I help you Mr. Fenton?"
"I would like to know If I may buy you a drink." he said leaning on the bar edge so classic like, his deep and amazing voice got me into talking with him.
"I like Sake." I replied honestly.
"One Sake please." he said to the bartender. His graceful blue eyes shifted back on me. His face was kind of pale. Not as pale as mine, but just white enough to pass for my liking. "Oriental huh?" he asked me. One brow lifted.
"That's my style. I'm very much into the Japanese culture."
"Might be good to know." he grabbed the small glass of Japanese rice wine and handed it to me so swiftly and gently too. "To new friendships." he said purposing a toast.
"To new friendships." I said agreeing to that toast, and a friendship that I could tell would be worth it.
I am 5ft 8in, skinny and intelligent young woman. I have thick black hair that slightly at the end. Hazy violet eyes, purple lips, ghastly white skin and, by what my friends and parents have told me, a dark and enchanting voice that could make horror monsters quiver. I was wearing a light purple shirt that wrapped around my white shoulders. It stopped at the beginning of my forearms, then flared out covering black nails. Black pants covered my legs. The beginning of the pants were a little loose, but then they flared out until they touched my black combat boots. The black eyeshadow brought out my violet eyes. We drank down our drinks and looked at each other admiringly.
"So, Danny, what do you do for a living?" I asked breaking the gaze between us. My violet eyes gazing into his blue ones.
"I'm an astronaut in training. And you?" he said looking at my glassy eyes one more time.
"My, my, aren't we the flirt. I'm a reporter for the Amity Park press. So, you like space do you?" I told him cutting off his red face.
"Um, yeah, I've been into it since a tot. What got you into being a reporter?"
"Well, to be honest, I wanted to be an artist, but as rich as my folks were, they never put me into an art school. Instead the saw all my stories and got me into writing. I paint though. Sure I'm interested in my current job but man do I love painting. It's such an awesome way to express yourself you know? But enough about me, what about you? How you doing?" I questioned him casually looking back at him. I couldn't stop staring at his eyes, those beautiful eyes so deeply-and secretly-gorgeous.
"I'm doing okay. Your job seems of interest. Of course your reporting sounds okay too."
"You sure know how to charm a girl."
"I've been doing it since age fifteen." he said searching me like a hawk for any flaws. I scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to him.
"Call me sometime. Maybe you can see my 'second' job. See ya' tough guy." I told him getting up and leaving some cash to pay for the drinks. I put my middle and index finger together and saluted him with a small check and walked out of the bar. In the window outside I could see his face, filled with excitement.
I was on my way home. Casually walking when I spotted a little girl. Walking over to her I asked where her parents were. But the girl, was a ghost. When I saw her face, I gasped and followed the long raising body. The ghost began to chase me. I'd ran past the bar to try and get some help. But when I tried to go inside, the ghost blocked my entrance. I let out a mind numbing scream and ran again. Half way down the next block I tripped and fell. The ghost was closing in on me. I let out one last scream and closed my eyes tight. But, when I opened them, the ghost was no longer there. Instead I saw the hero of Amity Park, Danny Phantom. The moon light outlined every muscle on his torso and arms, his snow-white hair covered his green eyes. He shot something out of his hands and vacuumed they ghost up.
"Are you alright miss?" he asked me kindly reaching his hand to mine.
"Um, uh, I don't know. But I think I am now. Thank you." was heart was racing at a tremendous speed, and my cheeks were completely warm and red.
"Do you need help getting back to your home?" he offered. His voice was deep and enchanting like mine.
"No. I'm okay thank you again, Phantom is it? Between all the tabloids I never get your name right at all." I asked him.
"You can call me that. I won't say my real name, but Phantom sounds reasonable. Maybe you can write that in a story. You be careful now you hear. Goodbye miss." he said and he was gone. I soon regained reality of what just happened. I shut my month and walked back to my apartment. Well, that was before calling his name out again and asked him to watch me from a distance so incase a ghost should attack again, he'd be there. I got to my apartment safely, thanks to him. I thanked him, and in return, he tilted over and kissed the back of my hand. I felt the tips of my nails from the free hand touch my heart.
"My, my, aren't we the flirt." I reminded him. He raised back up and winked at me, then he slowly dematerialized into the air. "Damn." I whispered. Hoping he would stay for tea. I began to undress and put my pajama's on. I grabbed a canvas and paint brush and painted my savior. Exactly how I saw him. Those tall, lean muscles, amazing arms and legs, and white and black suit. It tranced me for the longest time. When I snapped out of it, my drawing was complete. I put the things I held away and climbed into my bed, staring at that one specific canvas, until I fell a sleep.
The next day at work was a very interesting one.
"WHAT!!!???" yelled my best friend Valerie Grey from the computer across the way.
"You were saved by the Danny Phantom? Lucky. I'd like to be saved by him. With those good looks, yummy." she saved resting her chin on her folded hands.
"Yeah. And the best part, he kissed me on my hand. Like a very proper gentle man." I told her rubbing the back of my that was smooched last night.
"I hate you…." she told me throwing a ball of crumpled paper at me.
"Hey! I'm sorry I was attacked by a ghost and saved by a hero. Crap lets get to work before Convary gets on our asses!" I reminded her of our boss and she began to type, so did I. A few hours later on my coffee break I doodled him again. But this time, my heart was racing when I did. And it never beat's that fast. NEVER. Not even when I had my first kiss. I noticed that my left index finger was covering my mouth and I had a serious look on my face. I was so deep in concentration that everything else felt like a spiraling, black, vortex.
"Sam?" Valerie asked me snapping me back to reality. "I brought you some coffee. With soy cream, not real." she placed it in front of my drawing. "Damn girl, you got some talent. Is that your savior?" I looked up at her and shook my head yes. She said something else, but I ignored it. Then she walked away.
"MANSON!" I heard my last name being shout into the room from my boss. I walked to his room. "Manson, I heard about your little experience last night. I want a story on the this Phantom. You got it?" he tolled me. I shook my head yes and returned to my desk. For the next few hours I spent on the internet searching up information on Phantom. I only found his birth year and his home town. Amity park.
"Damn. How secret are you? I need more information on you." I spoke to soon. A large boom was heard from the construction site next door. I quickly grabbed my camera and ran to the window. Me and about 50 other employees were gazing at the smoke. Then a green laser like weapon was shoot through the smoke. I shot a picture and got it. Then a dragon flew out of the smoke. "Holy Shit." I muttered to myself. I shot another picture. Then, once the smoke was gone, my hero, Danny Phantom, escaped out of the smoke. I got one last picture. Thank goodness that camera was digital. I looked back at the photos I just took and saw all of them were crystal clear. "Yes." once I looked back at the window, he was gone. I kicked off my high heals and ran down stairs for more pictures of the fight. Once I was outside I ran to get more, but something grabbed my arm. I turned my head as fast as I could to see Valerie holding me.
"Are you nuts!??!?!" she shouted at me. "You're no photographer! You're a fucking reporter! Get back inside!" she began to drag me inside. Cruise my 105lb figure.
"Val! Let me go! I need those shots!" I yelled at her in protest. I fought to get through her arms but I failed. She was much stronger than me. She then applied what I hate more then testing on animals, pressure points. Right on my arm. "DAMNIT VAL!!" I yelled to her as my whole body gave into the pain. We returned to my desk shortly after that. She put me at my desk and got my warm coffee.
"Sam here's some coffee. Please calm down. What the hell were you doing? You could have been hit by the ruble!"
"You're starting to sound like my mother." I told her. She didn't find it funny. She raised and eyebrow to me. "Fine, Convary asked me to do a story on Phantom. I couldn't get that much info but when I saw this fight start I got some pictures for it. Want to see them?" I got the feeling in my arm back. I raised it slowly to her and flipped through the pictures.
"They are good. But geez Sam I'm just worried. I've known you all my life and you're my best friend. I'm just looking out for you." she explained hugging me tightly. I hugged her back.
"I know you are Valerie. And I appreciate that. But just do one thing for me?"
"What's that?"
"Don't ever do pressure points to me again." she smiled in return.
AN: Hi everyone! Well, there's chapter one, hope you all enjoyed it! . Well, it' Thanksgiving, and I want to wish all my readers a happy one! Except it's not so happy when you wake up to your family in awe at mutilating an already dead bird and smacking it. Then when your little sister begins do describe it to you ,you hardly touch her skin with your foot and then your father begins to kick you. Yeah wasn't a pleasant morning for me today. Well, Happy Thanksgiving! Tell me what you think okay?