Twilight's Doors
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.
Sam
Below him, the girl was sitting in the shade of his tree reading a book. To his eyes, she was beautiful. Her hair was black as night, her eyes the color of twilight. She was different from most of the human girls he'd seen around this place. And he liked that a lot.
What was it about this girl that he was so obsessed with her? She was a human; he was a ghost. They could never be together.
"Hey, Phantom!"
He turned his head and then smiled as he saw the speaker. "Hi, sis!"
Twirling a strand of fiery aqua hair, Ember contemplated the mortal girl who'd captured her brother's heart. "So go and say 'hello', dipstick. She deserves at least that much."
The girl paused in reading and looked around. She could hear voices discussing her, but seeing no one, she went back to reading.
Phantom's dark eyebrows rose to hide in his long ivory bangs. His glowing emerald gaze fell on the human flipping through the pages of the leather-bound tome she was reading. "She's going to be like all the rest, running and screaming as soon as she sees me."
"Your special ability," Ember reminded him. "You made a friend with that Robin Hood kid last week."
"Tucker?" Phantom's voice echoed suspiciously. "He doesn't know what I really am. So long as he doesn't actually go there, the hunters won't suspect I'm borrowing their name either."
"Babypop, if you don't get your ghostly butt down there and talk to her, I'm telling Dad," she threatened.
Phantom shivered. Lord Hades was not someone you wanted to deal with on his off -or on-days.
"Could you two keep it down, please!" the girl called upwards, now convinced there were kids up in the tree trying to scare her.
"It's now or Dad, dipstick," Ember whispered, disappearing. "I'll be watching to see how you do."
The girl closed her book and stretched her legs. The shadows were lengthening, telling her it was time to start heading home. The sun would be setting in an hour or two. She blinked as a boy with dark hair and light blue eyes sat down beside her.
"I'm Danny Ph-Fenton," he blushed, catching his slip. Hopefully, the hunters would never find out he was borrowing their name again.
"Was that you arguing with a girl up there?" she asked, jabbing a thumb at the tree. "I couldn't hear what you were saying, but you were awfully loud."
"Just my sister," Danny told her. "She's been pestering me all week about finding the time to introduce myself."
The girl laughed. "What are you, a stalker?"
Danny blushed. "Just an obsessed hormonal teenage male," he replied.
That brought forth more peals of laughter from the girl. "My name is Samantha Manson, but call me anything but Sam and I'll kill you."
"Already a ghost," he pleaded, a twinkle in his eyes.
Sam laughed a lot, he noticed. He loved that about her.
Ember appeared, racing across the park towards them. "Fentons!" she shouted, shooting him a panicked look.
Sam watched as the easy-natured boy transformed in front of her into something wild and fierce. "See you tomorrow after school?" he asked, seeing the hunters getting closer.
"Meet me at the Nasty Burger," she told him. "I'm bringing a friend."
"Tomorrow it is," he said, tearing off running across the grass, the hounds of Hell snapping at his heels.
Was it her imagination, or had his blue eyes flashed an eerie glowing green just now?
And no, he didn't actually transform into Phantom in front of her. I just meant his fight or flight instincts kicked in.
