Danny Phantom

The Legacy

Author's notes: Okay, here it is, my first attempt at writing something. The inspiration was found after listening to the new Avenged Sevenfold song "A Little Piece of Heaven". I would like to thank chaosmega for allowing me the use of laying out my story the same way she does. I would also like to thank her for "allowing" me to steal the disclaimer from her, and also for her undying love and support without her this would've never resulted. And so, onto my twisted and warped mind!

DISCLAIMER: DANNY PHANTOM AND ALL RELATED CHARACTERS ARE PROPERTY OF BUTCH HARTMAN.ALL OTHER CHARACTERS, IDEAS, PLACES, ETC. THAT ARE NOT EXPLICITLY COPYRIGHTED ARE MY PROPERTY.

Chapter One:

Revelations

Damian came upon the horridly gruesome scene, amazed at what he saw. The boy, for he was only a teenager, had been stabbed somewhere close to 50 times by a raving lunatic. His heart was missing too, just like all the others. People had been disappearing here and there for the past week or so in Amity Park, but it was mostly people that did not matter. Homeless people, poor people on welfare, the like. This death, however, had a more profound impact.

This meant bad news for Damian, very bad news. He had not come to Amity Park to fight an ongoing feud between ghosts and humans... or a handful of humans for that matter. He had simply been following the trail of a particularly nasty vampire, the likes of which had not been seen for untold millenia. It was fast, strong, cunning, but also just plain violent. Damian had tracked it here, to this small city in Minnesota, where it had continued on it's serial killing rampage. The chances of him killing the one boy who meant the most to this city were astronomical if it was on a random basis, for he had killed a Fenton.

He had killed Danny Phantom.

Damian Valhardi was not your normal everyday detective. In fact he was more of a... vigilante. Young and brash, he was not stupid however. Depending on the given day he may shoot first and ask questions later, yes, but most of the time he used logic and reasoning. It had been a few months ago when an office of the United States had approached him. An office, he had never even heard of in fact. It was known as OPI or "The Office of Paranormal Investigations." It was a military branch that rarely contracted outsiders, but they had an... unusual situation on their hands. An unusually elusive vampire had been roaming and for some odd reason every time they got close it disappeared. Now, Damian knew a bit about the paranormal and the odd, for an old ancestor of his had apparently been a vampire hunter in the middle ages and the story had been passed through the family. He had no clue nobody knew on the outside about his family history, but apparently the government did. Hell, the government knows everything and more it seems, for they had a whole file on him. They had his appearance, his social security, his birth certificate, everything. Height: 5'10", Weight: 148, Hair Color: Black, Scar on his left on arm from a schoolyard fight, scar on his chest from being shot by a 9mm glock (yes, they even had the type of firearm that shot him on file... creepy huh?) They knew everything. It scarred Damian a bit when they had first approached him, in the evening, in black suits. It had reminded him of the Men in Black actually, 'cept he was about to get involved, not in extra terrestrial, but with all kinds of other nasties that exist right here, on earth. All those things that go bump in the night? They exist still they are just carefully covered up by OPI, thus everybody denies the existence of ghosts... and demons... and undead...

The case had sounded simple on paper. Track the vampire from his last known location, and kill him. The plan sounded so easy on paper, but like communism, nothing is ever as easy on paper as it is in the real world.

Damian had started out immediately for Chicago, the last recorded siting of Malek (for that was his name was on profile), and found that he had, indeed, been feeding on the underground's homeless. It appalled Damian at how he had been "feeding" though, for it was not the normal stereotypical vampire way of biting on the neck. No, instead he slew his victims and ripped their hearts out and ate the heart leaving the corpse to rot... and smell rather bad too. Tracking him was not hard, as all he had to do was follow the trail of dead bodies. That was, until the bodies stopped... randomly and suddenly. It was a cold evening, the sun setting in the west and what little light was existant was trying to shine in through the train that thundered over his head. He saw the figure in the light, just barely as it looked down on him from a pillar above. It was literally holding on to a pillar supporting the train track above. It spread it's wings, blocking all sunlight and dove down at Damian, and for the first time in a long while he was scared, and did not know what to do.