Hey, it me, Sukira-chan,again with a brand new DP story called: "Cursed Fang".

Summary:

While fighting a dangerous ghost during a full moon, Danny finds himself with some serious injuries and is immediately sent to the hospital. After waking up from a four day coma, he finds the injuries to have disappeared without a trace and he begins to act very strangely. But something suddenly vicious stirs inside him and he undergoes a transformation: into a ghost werewolf! His humanhalf hangs in the balence as Danny is intertwined in an ancient prophecy, a 1000 year war of bloodshed and sacrifice and a savoir from the two plaines. What does this all mean? And will he break the curse before the next full moon rises or will he become a full ghost forever?

This might be rated K+ to possibly T, depending how serious the story becomes. So enjoy the first chapter!


Danny Fenton's scooter hummed loudly as he drove down the poorly lit street on a cold Sunday night. Luckily, it was a full moon tonight and its intense white glow seemed to brighten his path better than any streetlamp alone. He had spent this past Saturday not by watching morning cartoons, going to the movies or even going to the local amusement park, but catching ghosts and foiling their evil plots. But it was worth protecting his hometown.

After all, it was his job.

But today was one of his so called 'normal' days. One where there wasn't a trace of that annoying Box Ghost, Ember McLain, or even his arch enemy: Vlad Plasmius. He actually felt like a normal fourteen year old without any superpowers, for once. He took a deep breath and sighed. The whole moment seemed so perfect to him; so clear. Letting all his stress disappear without a trace as the cool night air swept against his face. He wanted this day to never end.

But as he knew well: all good things must come to an end.

A light blue mist instantly escaped through the cracks of his lips and slowly faded away into the air. Ghost sense? Danny thought disappointedly, accompanied by an audible groan. So much for a perfect ghost-free day.

He quickly went down the street and parked his scooter in a dark alley near the Nasty Burger, a restaurant where he usually hung out with his two best friends: Sam Manson and Tucker Foley. As he placed his helmet on top of the black leather seat, his icy blue eyes looked around the area to see if the coast was clear to transform. The place was deserted, being it was nine thirty and the restaurant was closed for the night. But still, he could never be too careful.

"I'm going ghost!" he shouted.

A whitish blue ring of light instantly appeared around his waist and split in two, moving in opposite directions simultaneously. Danny's regular clothes: a red and white t-shirt, baggy blue jeans and red and white skater shoes, had disappeared as the rings moved over his body. Where his clothing had vanished was a skin tight black and white jumpsuit with gloves and boots. His messy raven black hair inverted to snow white and icy blue eyes to a glowing bright green. An emblem in the middle his chest was a white "D" with a black "P" inside exposing his real nature as his alter ego: Danny Phantom.

With a short jump, Danny soared in to the air. His two legs had fused into a thin grey tail as he picked up speed. He didn't mind it one bit, although it took a while to get used to when he discovered his ghostly powers six months ago. His ghost hunting parents, Jack and Maddie Fenton, had constructed an invention called the Fenton Portal. Its sole purpose was to create a gateway into the ghost dimension, making it easier for his parent's research. Unfortunately, once they had activated it, it didn't seem to work.

When his parents left, Sam had insisted Danny to figure out the problem. It was a big mistake for him and it would change his life forever. He accidentally turned in on while he was inside of it and fused ghost DNA with his own DNA, changing him into a "halfa": half human, half ghost.

Now he had to survive high school and hunt ghosts in his spare time. Not to mention hiding is identity from his parents and everyone around him. The only people who knew about his status were: Sam, Tucker and now his older sister: Jazz.

So much had changed since that accident during those six months: the town had seen him as an evil ghost and called him by the name: "Inviso-Bill" (thanks to a rule freak warden named Walker, and his army of guards), a full scale ghost invasion by Pariah Dark: the king of ghosts, and facing his alternate evil self from ten years in the future (with the help of Clockwork: an ancient and mysterious ghost who could control time). These were just to name a few of his amazing adventures when he had become a superhero.

"Now where could that ghost be?" he asked himself. "I just want to get this over with, so I can get home and not miss my ten o'clock curfew for the billionth time!"

His ghost sense went off again, only stronger this time and drifted away into the distance. This was another part of his power. He could find to location of the ghost just by following the trail of light blue vapor. He came across the local park as the trail suddenly ended cold. It was silent, with only the wind rustling the trees and the creak of the swing sets.

Something's very wrong with this picture… thought Danny nervously.

At the corner of his left eye, a large shadowy blur jumped from a large oak tree in the distance and landed silently out of Danny's view. Danny's heart leapt and thought it was going to start beating again while in his ghost form. He clutched his Fenton thermos tightly.

The blur moved faster this time. A slightly low growl was heard for a second and then vanished. The ghost boy was growing nervous with each passing second. He knew the ghost was coming for him, but it wanted the right moment to strike and then BAM! Straight into the Fenton thermos for him or it was big trouble for Danny.

The familiar growl was heard again, but louder and angry this time. It was getting closer. Danny carefully took the top off the thermos and locked his trigger finger on the button.

Where are you? He thought. Why do you want to do this? I never did anything to you. Did I?

Beads of sweat rolled down the side of his pale face. What are you doing Phantom? It's just one ghost so pull your self together and-

"AHROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

A bloodcurdling howl rang in Danny's ears. Before he could even react, an intense wave of pain stabbed through his entire back side like sharp knifes. He screamed in agony. He never felt pain like this before. It was much more painful than Vlad's most powerful ectoplasmic blasts, the force of Pariah's ecto-clap and mace and even Dan's ghostly wail combined. He felt it in three different spots, each of them throbbing in strong waves when he tried to touch them, each one more intense than the last. The ghost leaped in front of him and charged for another attack, but this time Danny was ready.

Trying to ignore the pain, he made himself intangible and phased through the ground. The ghost barely missed him and screeched to a stop, kicking up dirt and grass in every direction. It snarled in anger and looked around the battle scarred park franticly. A bright green blast of energy suddenly sent it flying into a small maple and made it snap like a twig on impact.

Danny hands were curled into fists, but he winced in agony trying to charge up for another clear shot. Giving the slightest twitch just made the pain worse. He could now see the ghost's characteristics more clearly in the moonlight. It was tall and muscular, with a patched crimson red ad gold cloak draped around its entire body. Its arms were as thick as tree trunks and ended them with hands the size of small watermelons. On the tips of its fingers were five bright green, razor sharp claws. Its legs were powerful and sturdy, also ending with five claws and a bushy, almost club-like tail. It was covered in black fur from head to toe with a long hooked scar near its chest.

Most of the ghost's head was covered, but Danny could see two gleaming blood red eyes peering from beneath the hood of its cloak. Danny could clearly tell it was some kind of ghost wolf, but its pose was oddly familiar. He just couldn't remember, due that his injury was all he could think about at the moment.

The ghost shook off its injuries and moved its head side to side; Danny could hear a loud cracking sound from it. Its red eyes gave off a slight flicker of anger.

"Dio," it growled softly.

Before Danny could figure out what it had just said, the ghost leaped into the air at high speed, claws extended for the kill. Danny managed to move out of the way before it could take a swipe at his head, but the pain was becoming unbearable for him to take. The ghost attacked again and this time, slashed at Danny's chest, tearing the front of his outfit to ribbons and exposing bare skin. The attacks just kept coming and Danny was having problems of dodging them, due to his growing injuries.

"Dio Phantom!" the ghost roared. Danny could see now the ghost was a wolf with a massive tanned snout and two rows of sharp teeth like miniature daggers. It lunged at Danny, its jaws opened wide and dripping with green saliva. Danny couldn't take another head on attack. If he did, it was over.

I've only got on shot at this, he thought. I'd better make this one count.

He turned intangible once again and the wolf passed right though him. Pulling out his Fenton thermos, he aimed it at the ghost and pulled the trigger. A blast of blue light shot out from the top of it and trapped the ghost in a trap of whitish blue rings. Almost like a vacuum cleaner, it began to suck the ghost into its inescapable walls. Letting out one more terrible howl, it disappeared inside of the thermos.

"Well, that takes care of my dog problem," said Danny, as he twisted the cap back on the thermos. He had taken some serious damage during his fight. His trademark emblem had almost disappeared, his chest was almost entirely exposed, and parts of his arms and legs had shown parts of skin and were slightly bleeding an unusual bright green blood. But he was mostly concerned about his back injuries. He thought he broken a rib or two and was losing blood fast. He felt weak, almost too weak to fly. Trying to shake it off, Danny flew into the night sky.

"I can pick up my scooter on my way to school tomorrow," he said to himself. "It's getting too close to curfew time."


In less than five minutes, he arrived at his house. It was like every other house, except it had a few exceptions to it such as an observatory which looked like a UFO had crashed landed on his roof and the large neon sign with the words: "FENTON WORKS" flashing every two seconds, was barely hard to miss.

"Home sweet-" Danny began. The pain shot through his back again, only this time it was stronger than anything he had felt before. He couldn't think straight. The pain was overflowing his mind with horrible screams and howls.

Back away, foul demon! Screamed an old man; the crack of bones overthrew the sound of his screams.

Run for your lives! Shouted a young woman; a terrible howl of a wolf droned out her voice.

He seeks only death and destruction! Cried a young boy; he screamed too.

The sounds were too overwhelming for Danny to bear. He couldn't concentrate at all. The two whitish blue rings appeared at his waist again and changed him back into his human form. The voices were still screaming in his head as he fell at the bottom of the steps with a loud crash.

"Go away!" cried Danny. "Make it go away!" He held his hands to his ears, trying to block out the hideous sounds. But they still howled and screamed in his head even louder.

But then they stopped abruptly. There was silence. But the pain was still unbearable to him. Everything hurt, from his head to legs; waves of pain shooting up and down his body. Tears welled in his eyes.

A light suddenly turned on and a shadowy figure ran down the steps.

"Danny?" Its voice was soft and soothing.

Danny looked up to see his sixteen year old sister, Jazz. Her long strawberry blonde hair was a tangled mess without her headband and her turquoise eyes were filled with a mix of shock and concern. She was wearing a pair of dark blue pajamas that looked slightly too big for her and fuzzy red slippers. She crouched down beside him and lifted his head gently up to hers.

"Danny, what's going on? What's happened to you?" she demanded.

"Ghost…" Danny said weakly. "Jazz, it hurts so much…"

Jazz saw the front his shirt was stained with blood in three different places, as well as near his arms, and legs. She tried to carry him into the house but she almost screamed when she saw his back and dropped him. Running from his neck to the middle of his back were four long claw marks with crimson blood shimmering from the wounds.

"Danny, we have to get you the hospital immediately!" she shouted. "I'll get mom and dad-"

"Jazz, no," whispered Danny.

"This is serious. You've lost a lot of blood," said Jazz. "You could die-"

"I'm already dead," answered Danny with a weak smile. "But, if you insist. Don't tell mom and dad just yet."

Hot tears streamed down Jazz's cheeks. "Danny, I don't have a choice."

"Jazz, please…" Danny's icy blue eyes were drooping slightly. "Don't tell them…"

His sister wiped the tears from her eyes and nodded. "Okay, Danny. I won't."

"Thanks Jazz." Danny vision was starting to blur. His world was beginning to spin uncontrollably, faster and faster until it was a vortex of swirling colors. The voices began to scream in his head once again. He tried to cover his ears, but it just made it worse. His head throbbed. Pain shot through his body once again.

Poison of this earth!

Mutant scum!

Freak!

Destroy the beast!

"Shut up!" he screamed. "Go away! Leave me alone!"

"Danny, what's happening?"

Accused creature, be gone from this place!

Die, spawn of evil!

Go back from whence you came!

Tears streamed down his face. "Jazz, make them stop! Everything hurts! Just make them stop!"

"I don't understand! What's going on?"

He couldn't fight it anymore. He was too weak, mentally and physically.

"Jazz, help me…" he whispered. His eye lids drooped slowly and his breathing became shallow.

Jazz took hold of Danny's arms and shook him. "No! You have to stay awake! Fight it, Danny! Fight it!"

But as hard as he tried, he couldn't. Danny's eyes rolled back and closed slowly, as his sister's screams echoed through his consciousness along with the other voices. Then suddenly, everything faded into empty and silent darkness.


Oh man! Does Danny have a wierd life of what? What will happen to him? Will he survive? Stay tuned and review!