Chapter 1

"I'm so bored," Danny sighed and plopped into a green bean bag chair in his room. He had just come home from ghost fighting, but it was more like ghost scaring.

Danny had been fighting ghosts and developing his powers for years and now that his ghost hunting parents knew he was half-ghost, his parents didn't hunt him anymore, making his job to protect the town not as challenging. Most of the ghosts fly away as soon as they see Danny because they know that they are no match for him. Plus, his arch-enemy, Vlad, disappeared once the world found out that they were both half-human and half-ghost.

Danny actually missed Vlad; he was the only enemy he had that could match his strength. Danny didn't want him to attack his hometown, Amity Park, but he wished he could spar with Vlad or something.

"Vlad, I miss you," Danny said as he leaned back, only to see Vlad, in his ghost form, standing behind him. He wore a white cloak over a similar colored suit and boots. Vlad had black, gelled-up hair, red eyes, and fangs, making him look like a vampire.

"You missed me, Daniel? I'm so touched." Vlad put his hand over his heart and smiled down at the boy.

Danny jumped up and transformed into his ghost half, switching from his white and red shirt and shoes, baby blue jeans, black semi-spiky hair, and blue eyes to green eyes, white semi-spiky hair, and a black and white jumpsuit with a "DP" emblem on his chest.

He got into a fighting stance and his hand glowed green. Danny tried to punch Vlad, but Vlad caught Danny's punch with his own red, glowing hand.

"Daniel, calm down," Vlad cooed.

"Shut up!" Danny yelled. "You're just here to kill my dad or brainwash my mom into marrying you!"

"That is not what I'm here for!" Vlad pushed Danny onto the bed and held him down.

Danny struggled and then his eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, Vlad, are you a pedophile?"

"No! Will you listen to me?"

Danny and Vlad were silent; they could only hear their breathing and the chatter coming from Danny's parents and sister downstairs.

Vlad spoke softly after making sure Danny was paying attention, "I want to change. I don't want to be the man I am. I don't want to hurt you, your family, or your friends. I just want to be accepted again."

Danny regained his feisty attitude toward Vlad. "So, you hold the world hostage, it doesn't work out, and then you come crawling back to me, after I saved the world from your mistake. Do you really think you'll be able to get forgiveness so easily?"

"I don't care if you forgive me," Vlad said sadly, "I just want to change. While being exiled from earth, I was able to reflect on my life. Ever since I got my powers, I've done nothing but steal, hurt, and kill. Now, I just want to stop . . . and be more like you, Daniel."

"Me?" Danny raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Yes. Right when you got your powers, you decided you would use them for good and you did. I even mocked you for it. I made the wrong choice and now know it was wrong.

Danny's attitude slowly faded. "It took you twenty years to figure that out? Why can't you just 'stop' then?"

Vlad chuckled and broke into a small smile. "As you said, it's been twenty years, being evil is a bad habit that needs to be broken. I actually robbed a bank on the way here; the money is in your closet." Vlad got off of Danny and held out a hand to him. "Will you please help me, Daniel?"

Danny looked Vlad up and down and cautiously took his hand. Vlad helped Danny up and he looked into Vlad's eyes.

"I'll help you . . . but you better listen to everything I say and if anyone gets hurt because of you, I will throw you into the Amity Park Ghost Jail," Danny said, sympathy leaking into the arrogant tone he was trying to display.

"Thank you, my little badger," Vlad grinned and ruffled Danny's hair.

Danny folded his arms across his chest. "Yeah, yeah, you can stay in my room and don't go into the lab. My parents have a ghost sensor in there and if it picks up an ectoplasmic signature, other than mine, the defenses will go off. It can pick up Halfas too."

"Understood." Vlad nodded happily.

"Your first lesson of being good is that you have to return money you steal."