Burning Angels

By: Wilona Riva

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, but Phaedra Snow and the plot bunny belong to me.

Yup, another AU where Danny's a prince. I like them, so suck it up, quit groaning and enjoy the story. It's a little rough around the edges, but this first chapter is the original oneshot from my old account. The ghosts drinking blood thing comes from Greek Mythology, primarily a scene from the Aeneid.

White Apple

I recently gained a new power to sense the emotions of others. I see them as auras. Sam thinks it's really cool; Tucker is a bit disturbed. I decided to do a nightly patrol since the stupid Box Ghost had to go and wake me up at 3 am just to steal the square wicker basket off Jazz's dresser.

When I was over Amity Central Park near the large duck pond, I sensed the presence of another ghost. She was tall, wore blue jeans with a Grecian tank top and gold espadrilles. She wore no make-up, but a light pink lipstick and light blue eyeshadow, which matched her blouse. She was perhaps the most beautiful ghost I have ever met, with crimson eyes and short pale hair that reminds me of waves of corn-yellow grain. Her aura was tinted blue indicating sadness. I just hope she doesn't attack me. In her hands was a familiar white apple.

"What kind of fruit is that?" I asked, sitting down beside her on the park bench.

"This is a hecate fruit, young ghost," she said. "My name is Phaedra Snow." She wouldn't look at me, just stared intensely at the apple.

A scent of copper and sugar assailed my nostrils. My mouth started to water. "My name is Danny Phantom," I introduced myself.

She looked up at me sharply then. Gripping my had, she pushed back my bangs, exposing my emerald gaze. "It can't be!"

"What?" I asked, pushing her hand away. "Who are you?"

"You don't remember me," she said, sadly. "But I see you have some of your memories still." She handed the apple to me. "Here, eat."

I took the fruit she offered. "What kind of apple is this?"

"Hecate fruit," she replied. "Only those who water the fruit with their life blood may partake of it. This fruit produces the juice known as Yakar. The fruit is a sort of hollow flask; just bite into it to break the flesh."

"Why were you so surprised to see me?" I asked, fondling the apple.

"You look so much like your father. It was wise of the Ancients to lock him away. I just wish I could have watched you grow up," she softly responded.

"You knew my dad?" I asked, wondering how this ghost knew Jack Fenton.

"I was married to him for five years before the Ancients set me a task that took eight years to complete. That's why I gave you into the hands of the time keeper."

"Clockwork?" I shook my head furiously. "Dad never said that he was married to anyone else but Mom."

"What are you talking about?" Phaedra exclaimed, rising to her feet. "Your father, my little phantom, is Pariah Dark, the King of all Ghosts."

I shot quickly into mid-air. "You are not my mother," I told her. "And my father is not Pariah Dark. I am Danny Fenton, son of Jack and Maddie Fenton. I am a halfa."

"Not possible," she whispered in horror. "My son merged with a mortal?"

"Yes," I snapped. "In this form, I am called Phantom."

"And you claim this town as your territory," she concluded. "Ah, I understand now. Children must grow up sometime."

She smiled at me. "Here, let me," she said, taking the fruit from me and making an insicion in its side.

I moaned as the scent overwhelmed me. I pressed the hollow fruit to my lips and partook of the delicious red Yakar juice, then promptly spat it out. "It's blood!" I exclaimed.

"Of course," she answered, forcing the fruit back to my lips. "What you water it with, you partake of. Our family has been its guardians since time immemorial."

I moaned and forced myself to swallow the rest of the blood juice. My world spun and then grew dark. "Mom?" I heard myself whisper, just before I blacked out.

"Yes, my little phantom," she whispered. "Mommy's come to take you home."