Yup. Vampires.

JuneLuxray bribed me with dA points. We were making fun of vampire DP fics and we decided I should write one. And it's not fun unless all three get turned into vampires.

This isn't going to be one of those tragic and angsty fics that you are probably searching for. I don't do angst. I think the fandom needs less of it frankly.

My vampire sources: classic vampire folklore, Dracula, a little bit of my own ideas, and My Babysitter's a Vampire. One of these things is not like the other.

So yeah, no angst. Deal with it.

-Phanny

It started Friday night.

Danny, Sam, and Tucker were headed for a secluded location down by the docks because Danny had sensed something. He was sure it was a ghost, or several ghosts, because that's what it always was, even though it wasn't his ghost sense that had gone off. He had flown by an old shack during patrol and had felt…something. Something very strong, and very strange. But it was a ghost. It had to be. It always was.

"So this is it, right?" Sam had an ecto-gun at the ready as she and Tucker arrived at the shack on foot, with Danny hovering above them, "you felt something here?"

"Yeah," Danny was feeling it again. A cold presence in the back of his mind. A sense of danger. "it's probably just a bunch of ghosts - we should get them back in the Ghost Zone before anything bad happens."

Sam leaned closer. There was talking inside. The voices sounded sinister, but it was too muffled for her to make out any words. She wasn't scared of ghosts, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to move. Danny landed on the ground behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder and making her jump.

"Come on, I'll phase you guys I-" Danny was cut off when the door burst open, hitting them all in the face and knocking them to the ground. Sam felt blood drip from her nose. Wonderful.

All three teens felt cold hands grab them and pull them into the cold shack forcibly, and they landed on the wooden floor in a heap.

"Well would you look at this?" A smooth voice said from somewhere around them - their sense of direction was off as a sense of vertigo took over, "weren't we just discussing about how hungry we were moments ago?"

"One of them bleeding," a raspy voice said, "smells good."

Sam unconsciously covered her bloody nose. Ghosts didn't drink blood, what were these-

Oh no.

No.

Danny was telling himself the same thing - no.

Tucker was insisting in his head the same idea.

Vampires weren't real.

A third voice cut through their thoughts, "I want this one," Tucker felt his arm being tugged, "smells like his blood would be pretty good for me, even."

"Want girl," the raspy one said, and Sam finally opened her eyes to see one of the most horrifyingly disfigured things she had ever seen. Oddly enough, this trait didn't seem to be vampire-specific, the other two were perfectly normal looking. She was just lucky. "Want girl want girl want girl want girl-"

"You can have the girl, Otto, if you shut up." The first voice said, "I guess this one's mine, then."

"Let me go!" Danny growled as the tall man lifted him by the arm.

"Oh, you're a mean one," the man said, then hissed, his eyes glowing an unearthly yellow as fangs grew from his originally normal looking canines, "I like those."

Sam was about to speak when she felt herself being grabbed from behind. The odd-looking vampire breathed rancid breath into her face, but she didn't have time to speak before she felt two sharp points stabbing into her neck.

"Sam!" Tucker said, just before the same happened to him. It felt disgusting, he thought. Like a gash he knew he had, but couldn't stop from bleeding. Slowly the trio's blood was being replaced by venom that made them writhe in pain. Within minutes their attackers dropped them to the ground, having finished feeding. They left the shack with the trio inside, still uncomfortably twitching as the venom coursed through their veins. Morning would come, they thought as they flew away, they would wake up.

And they were in for a nasty surprise when they did.

Yeah. Vague.