Angel of Darkness

Chapter 1: Murder

A/N: This is my first time ever writing a story in the first person. I have read many stories that are from the first person, and I think that they are really amazing, so I figured I would give it a shot.

Summary: Trinity Manson is 15 years of age, and has never before met her father, who just so happens to be Danny Phantom. There is a huge difference about Trinity however, she has ghost powers; but rather than being the hero of Amity Park, Trinity becomes a legendary murderer and villain. How can Danny take down an enemy that is his own daughter?

(Deep Voice) Warning: This story contains material that may not be suited for all readers. Rated T for violence and swearing!

My grin widened to an unbelievable length, showing the frightening fangs that stuck out of my mouth. The moonlight gleamed high overhead, it was a full moon; but rather than watching in awe at its beauty, my mind was elsewhere. My heart thumped rapidly with ecstasy, my fingers twitched ever so slightly, my mind completely intoxicated with this exhilarating feeling. It was nearly unbearable to hold the demon inside of me. Blood red orbs reflected against the moon; however the glowing brilliance of my eyes put the moon's light to shame.

Large talons had replaced my fingernails, turning them into a lethal weapon. The entire nail was black, and curved downward, they were glossy with blood, and large droplets came off the tips of them. The black colour from the nails seemed to trail up on my arm, giving a vine-like design along my skin. The five lines entwined together in so many different patterns that it would take years to follow its trail perfectly. The pattern traveled up both my arms, coming up on my shoulders, and then met up at the base of my neck, which then made its way down my spine. The design split up on my lower back, and went separate ways, running down the back of my legs as well, before coming up on the other side of my legs. The vines grouped once again by my lower stomach, and finally came up to my neck. The design hid behind my mid-back length hair that seemed to flow freely in the wind. Red streaks the colour of blood stained my hair, giving me a cruel look of darkness.

The black spider-web stopped around my jaw, but the tips of it could still be seen on my face. With my outfit, the designs showed quite well, which I was grateful for. A short black skirt came midway down my thighs, but looked as though it was ripped all around the base of it. My stomach was exposed, and then I had a top that covered up my breasts, it was black as well, and had the same ripped edges. Large combat boots covered my feet, and inside of them I had a few knives hidden, although I never did need them.

On that dark and clear night, I did something that I don't regret. The dark side of me came out of its shell, and it was amazing. The rushing sensation that I had could not easily be described, because the feeling was too great to even imagine. All thoughts and feelings seemed to vanish, leaving just the cold-blooded me. The real me. The one that had always been there, but had taken so long to escape.

I stepped forward, teeth bared, and my snake-like tongue writhed around in my mouth, licking my teeth and jumping around with excitement. The strong scent of iron stained the air, and I inhaled through my nostrils deeply, enjoying the smell of pure pain and fear. Blood is something that most people cringe at the sight of, or even double over and vomit, but for me, my eyes burn intensely and watch the suffering. It's like an addiction; I can't get enough of it.

Lying on the ground before me, a teen girl was sobbing endlessly. Large amounts of blood ran like a waterfall out of her mouth. The teen had light brown, curly hair, and brown eyes. However, at this point, those brown eyes were soaked with tears of agony. Long slashes cut across her abdomen and chest, tearing through her clothes and nearly stripping her completely of her shirt. The girl had her right leg twisted almost completely around, and it was swelling like a balloon.

I had been chasing her all around this town, it was late at night, and I made sure that we had been in a near deserted place. She had thought that she could hide from me in a building, but she definitely thought wrong. I followed her up to the rooftop of the brick building, and to get away from me, she had jumped off. Unfortunately for her, she fell two stories from the ground, which caused the break. And at that point, I had her. She knew it, because she couldn't walk at all, she fell to the ground, screaming and clutching her leg in pain.

"Please…" she cried, hissing endlessly and moaning, "Please stop." She begged nonstop, pleading for me to leave her alone. Her crying and screaming made it near impossible to even turn away from her.

I barked a laugh, and held up my deadly talons. Stop? Why the hell would I stop? This is just way too fun! I came down into a crouch before the bloody girl, I reached forward and gently put a talon on her neck, slowly tracing along her skin up toward her jaw and around her face, she cringed and whimpered at my touch, causing a grin to spread across my face. In order to make things more fun, I leaned my face forward to the base of her throat where I allowed my snake-like tongue to reach out and lick the blood that trickled down her neck. I closed my eyes and savored the taste of her blood, letting my tongue trail up to her chin.

I was in such control, I could do whatever the hell I wanted to this girl, she could see the power in my eyes and I could see the helplessness in her own. She wanted me to stop, she even begged, I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. I should've regretted doing this to her, she didn't deserve any of this. Ah hell, this moment was the most fun I'd ever had before, to be the one on top holding her life in the palm of my hand.

My arm came back and slashed her, cutting clear through her skin. I did that quite a bit, till I got bored of using my claws. I had then grabbed onto her throat, and lifted her up carelessly, and while holding her up with my arm, I drove my other hand into her stomach.

Her scream was like a chalkboard being scratched on, it sent shivers down my spine, but I enjoyed every moment of it. At that point in time, I didn't know my own strength, it was still so new to me. I had realized a moment later that I had broken four of her ribs. I released her, and allowed her to fall to the ground. That was when blood began to spurt out of her mouth. I guess I had put too much force onto her organs, because she had then lost the ability to breathe right, and just move for that matter.

I crouched down beside her, staring down at her motionless form, "Do you know who I am?" I couldn't help the smile that formed on my lips.

She couldn't respond, all she could do now was helplessly look up at me. A puddle of blood was around her, and more was still coming. I figured that she would either die because of the pain, the organ failure, or the blood loss. Any of those were fine with me.

"Because I know who you are. It's people like you that piss me off. Thinking that you're better than everyone even though you're not," I smirked, "I'm doing the world a favor by getting rid of you. And you know what, I'll bet that you're friends at school will forget about you in less than two weeks and will easily find a replacement. Because that's the kind of people they are, that's the kind of person you are."

A black ring about the width of a hula-hoop formed around my waist, which then split into two and each of them went separate directions on my body. A moment later, a new person had taken my place. The girl on the ground, even with what little energy she had, widened her eyes, "Y-you?"

I grinned, "yes, me. Have my face in your memories as you slip into the darkness. I'll make sure that you do!"

The girl's lip tremble, "I'm sorry." She whispered softer than a rabbit's coat.

"Do you think I actually give a shit what you think!? The only reason you say that now is because I have won!" I put my foot lightly on top of her head, "End of the line. A bitch like you deserves no better." And I threw as much force into my foot as possible. The moment after I did so, I felt my foot hit the concrete ground. My foot had gone clear through her head, shattering her skull like glass. The squishing sound underneath my foot and the odor that filled the air made me throw my head back with triumph, "I'll never be sorry." I muttered to the corpse before I allowed the rings to come around my body again, transforming me once more, and then I took to the skies.

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I walked into our house, the only ones who lived there were my mother and me. It was a small apartment, and we were on the bottom floor. When people looked into our apartment, they immediately thought that we were poor or somewhere close, but to be honest, we had too much money to handle. My mother just didn't like to spend money at all; she hated being filthy rich.

I had my coat wrapped around my body, covering the blood on my outfit very easily. It was a cold night, so it wasn't surprising that I was wearing it. I walked through the living room and into the hallway which lead over to my room. I went into my bathroom, throwing the coat onto the floor and looking at myself in the mirror. My eyes were still glowing bright red, and I had blood droplets all over me. I grabbed a paper towel and began to wash the blood and dirt off.

I had to close my eyes and concentrate in order to make my eyes return to their original colour. My eyes were purple, just like my mother's, but apparently, I had been told that I look almost exactly like my father. My hair was long, coming midway down my back, but it was often pulled back into a ponytail.

Whenever someone mentioned my father, a snarl came up in the back of my throat. I hated that man with a passion. I had never even met him, but I still hated him.

Almost every night, I could hear my mother crying over him. He left us when mom was still pregnant with me, and it was as though she had died that day. Even though I wasn't born, I know that she used to be different. She continues to wear that stupid ring he gave her, and I can tell that it hurts her to do so. She is constantly thinking about him, and it's killing her. For making her suffer like this, I hate him. I will never forgive that bastard for what he has done to her. And one day, I want to make him pay. He will suffer like mother suffered!

I had to remain quiet; my mother could easily wake up and catch me with blood all over me, in which case I would have to kill her. I shook my head; no I would never kill my mother. She is one of the only people I can get along with! I love her. So I just had to make sure that she never caught me.

Alright, there, the blood was gone, or at least you couldn't see it anymore and that's all that mattered. I quickly turned off the bathroom light and tip toed to my bedroom. It was three in the morning, I only had a few hours to sleep, but the good news though is that there was no school the next day so I could sleep in a bit.

I climbed into my bed, a cozy little bed that made me smile when I lay in it. I did it! I thought to myself, I managed to get my business done and get home without being caught! Alright, so I was a bit rebellious as a child, and this reminded me of those times, the excitement I received when I accomplished in getting away with everything. The blood still filled my mind; I could still smell that girl's blood! Damn it was such fun! In my mind I ran through all the things I could've done but didn't do, maybe next time, I thought.

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Tape had been set up all across the area, blocking everyone from getting through. A large tarp had been placed over the mangled body, but was still unable to cover everything around her. People still gathered around behind the tape, muttering to themselves about what they think happened, which is how stupid rumors start. I hate rumors. And I hate the people that start them.

I glared hatefully at the group of girls that I recognized from school, they had been friends with the girl who was now in a bloody heap over there. The girl who I killed was named Jackie Maunroe, I wanted so badly to be the one who walked up to them and said that it was their friend back there, but that would give away everything. The police are so slow and had yet to confirm who the victim was! Perhaps I shouldn't have smashed her head…that might've made it easier to figure out who she was.

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Earlier that morning

"Trinity! You're awake!" My mother exclaimed. She was wearing a pair of silk pajamas, a dead giveaway of how much money she has, in my opinion. She wears her hair in a ponytail in the mornings (like me) while she drinks her coffee. Sam Manson, my mother that I adore. "How're you today?"

I grin and walk up to her, "good morning, mom." I wrapped my arms around her, giving her a nice morning hug. "I'm doing great, you?" I love to hug my mother; she may be thin and made of only bones and skin! But for some reason it's so comfortable just to have my arms around her. She's my best friend; I like to remind her of that every day.

"I'm doing just fine; I made some pancakes if you want some."

"Ooh, thanks!"

Mother walked over and sat down on our couch to watch the morning news, I turned and hid the fangs that threatened to escape my mouth as I grinned. The morning news was always great! The feeling someone receives when they receive a test back from school that they know they did well on is an addicting feeling. A feeling of accomplishment! I felt the jitters in my stomach as I turned to the TV after making my fangs disappear.

I helped myself to some pancakes and went to sit down by my mom, leaning against her as I ate them. I didn't even listen to the words that the news reporters said, I just watched as they showed pictures from outside the blocked off area, the police swarmed the area, talking to each other and writing stuff down. Just to help the situation, I widened my eyes, "oh my god!" I exclaimed. Chaos chaos chaos!

I was excused from breakfast, and right afterward I ran over to the crime scene. I didn't look suspicious at all; there were tons of people doing the exact same thing. Police officers asked several of the people if they saw or heard of anything.

"This is terrible! Who could do such a thing!"

"Is it the same person who killed the two other people?"

"Are you going to catch this man?"

I could overhear people starting to panic, yes it was true, this was the work of the same person that killed the two other people. All the police knew was that all three victims were between 15 and 19 and were female. It was pathetic watching from the sidelines as they stumbled to figure out who did this terrible crime. However the game would be no fun if I simply came out and told them all who did it! Nah, perhaps I should leave a few clues behind? That should be interesting.

I'm half ghost, when I'm in my ghost form I can turn invisible to the human eye or I can turn intangible and phase through any solid object! How can mere humans stop me? They can't! I can get away with this so easily it's laughable!

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When I arrived home, I remembered that I forgot to do something the previous night. I went into my bedroom and closed the door, making sure that my mom wasn't near. I opened my desk drawer and pulled out a folded up piece of notebook paper. It was in a huge pile of papers that were basically just homework or random notes. I unfolded the paper, on the paper was a list of names, third down on the list I grabbed a pen and crossed off the name Jackie Maunroe. Three names were marked off. I glanced at the list again, still several more people to go. I licked my lips at the thought.

Placing the paper back in its place I left my room.

Three kills in the past week. I had known about my powers for years, I just never bothered to tell anyone, and it's not for privacy or anything like that, it's the fact that I don't want people praising me for having abilities like this. At first I despised my powers and didn't want anything to do with them because I knew that they were passed down from my father, but I soon realized that I couldn't just ignore them, I might as well put them to good use!

The first kill was sort of an accident, I hadn't meant to kill her, she was just being annoying and I decided to try out my powers on a person for once. The next thing I know she was lying on the ground, not moving. I had ended up falling to my hands and knees and puked at the sight, but at the same time, I had felt this sort of excitement when using my abilities against her. So before I knew it, I killed another girl that I didn't like; only this time I took much more time enjoying watching her die. The third time I had no problem at all. For me, it was like a drug, there's no such thing as one time.

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It's not that I have no friends at all; I just don't really hang out with them or even talk to them. We used to play all the time, but things change and people change. I stared across the room at Victoria and Tyson, they were siblings and my mother knew their parents. For some reason I felt threatened around Victoria, just being near her sent my heart on a race. The same was with Tyson, except when I looked at him, I felt saliva clog up in my throat.

I snarled at the feeling I received when he looked at me with those turquoise eyes! It made me feel helpless and nervous around him. I thought back to my list at home, I had written his name down on the list a long time ago, I just couldn't bring myself to do anything yet.

Their father was a very well known mayor of Amity Park; he had become mayor when he was fourteen years old! Their mother on the other hand kept a low profile but her cover name was "Red Huntress" or something like that. It didn't really matter to me.

But it's necessary to keep people out of my life. It's probably better for them to stay away from me. I will have to kill them eventually, but for now, I'll let them live. My fangs bore toward them, don't get too comfortable though.

During the day, I am Trinity Manson, but under the moonlight, during the darkest of hours I am the Angel of Darkness.

A/N: So, how was the first chapter? Again, this is my first time ever with first person POV, let me know what I can do to improve! Thanks!

-Desi-