Living, Breathing Demons

Disclaimer: If I close my eyes and think hard enough, I don't own Danny Phantom, I am Danny Phantom!

Okay, so Danny's Demons aren't exactly breathing, but you get the picture. Hello fellow readers and writers. I just want to take this moment to tell you a few things please take pity and read. This is the first fandom I've posted in years and I really hope I've gotten better at writing. Also, I have no beta, so if you notice any errors, it's because I ain't too great at grammar and stuff. I accept both creative comments and flames. Ha! You didn't I did, did ya!

Coughs Sorry.

And one more thing. Could someone tell me what 'AU's' and 'Mary-sues' are? Kinda confused. But besides that, read, enjoy, and review.

Chapter One: Thoughtful In A City

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Every date he was late and she didn't expect this night to be any different from the others.

Never-the-less, Sam sat on the stairs leading to her house, elbows supported by her bent knees which in turn supported her hands that held her chin, watching the few passing cars thoughtfully, dimly hoping it was his, before returning to her earlier thoughts, or worries, if she wanted to be honest.

The past few months had been quiet where ghosts and their normal ghost-hunting nights were involved. So far, only the Box Ghost and Skulker had been stirring up trouble in her city home called Amity Park, resident to the famous ghost-boy, Danny Phantom, and to the less world-renowned Danny Fenton. It hadn't surprised any when they began dating during the summer months. And it being September, that would make it three months next week.

To recap, ghost sightings and attacks had slowly dissipated two months before their sophomore year was to end, thus enabling Danny Phantom to relax for a bit and give Danny Fenton a chance at life.

At the beginning of summer, Danny had stumbled through asking her out. It had only made the Goth giggle, something she did only when she was nervous and nervously agreed. After that, their dates were more sporadically planned than they were random.

Tonight was planned, but to the sixteen-year-old vegetarian, it might as well have been another sudden one. She didn't know what he was planning and secretly felt pretty excited.

As thick as the boy was, he made up for it by being a bit of a romantic.

Sam glanced back at her watch. It read 7:36 in glowing green numbers. Six minutes late, so what? She wasn't a snobbish prep who screeched and broke-up with someone just because they were a few minutes late, but she did feel a twinge of concern well in her stomach.

He was only late because of a ghost and they suspiciously showed up when he was leaving for one of their prearranged dates. 'Quit worrying.' She scolded herself. 'It's just been Skulker and the Box Ghost. Not exactly something you bite your nails over.'

Her eyes traveled back to her cheap, thrift store watch, feeling slightly entranced by its glow. Hmm, it reminded Sam of him. . . Danny, in ghost mode. . .

She snapped herself out of her trance, feeling sort of dumb for being so easily struck by the thought of him. 'But,' she thought, looking both ways down the street before returning her gaze the clear skies which were also devoid of stars due to the light pollution. 'I can't help it. Almost anything reminds me of him.'

From a sudden gust of wind that made her think of him whizzing after and unseen foe, invisible as well to a good nights sleep and the thought of his lack there of.

Some would think that having the thought of your boyfriend on you mind constantly would be glorious, but, to Sam, it was anything but. It tore her between liking Danny greatly or . . . loving him.

Even though she denied it, she knew it was true. Nothing like continuous threats on ones life to bring an emotion like that crashing on your head.

But she feared it. She was only sixteen, for god sakes! Finding that one you know you'll be with forever is not exactly something that happens to everyone at the peak of their teenage years. This only pursed her lips tighter when she was near bursting from the need to tell him. What if he didn't return it? Then she'd just look like a freak falling for the ghost-boy.

But she loved him, didn't she? She loved Danny Fenton, the one she had known since she was five? Surely she hadn't fallen like a screaming groupie for the heroic ghost-boy?

Sighing, she looked again to her watch. 7: 49.

"Okay." Her arm fell back to her knee, laying flat out with the elbow still supported while the rest of it hung over thin air, Sam's other hand brushing a way a lock of raven hair from before her violet eyes.

The young Goth had changed little from two years before. Sam's hair had been grown out to her shoulders, but still bore her characteristic pony-tail. Her face had softened due to maturity and her body had slowly shaped into a young woman. Not like Paulina, but she definitely was considered to be well endowed with her hips subtly curved and with chest a bit noticeable to the opposite gender, she realized with more than one roll of the eyes.

None of this was shown curve for curve due to the unusually cold night and Sam sported a dark purple hoodie with an odd logo on the front because of this. Her favorite skirt and a pair of purple pantyhose led to thick, steel-toed boots with various buckles and chains.

Sam went from picking at her royal purple nail polish to twirling one of her various rings, impatiently waiting.

A pair of headlights momentarily blinded her as they turned on to her street before the car screeched to a stop before her house.

She got to her feet and went to stand on the sidewalk while the driver came around his car to meet her.

Danny had a hand on the back of his neck and a sheepish smile when he met her eyes, but was replaced with a surprised look and a "Whoa!" When he misjudged the curbs height and tripped. Surprisingly, though, he caught himself and stood back up, smile back in place.

"Hey."

"Hey, ghost trouble?" His hair flopped form side to side as he shook his head.

"No, just . . . thinkin'."

"About?"

"Things."

Sam sighed and decided to try a different tactic. Walking up to him, she wrapped her arms around him and leaned into him until he was trapped between her and the car side, not a predicament he would be regretting if it had been any other situation. But she was using one of his weaknesses against him and that was her.

"What things, Fenton?" She asked again, her sweet smelling breath escaping from between her soft, plum colored lips. There was no escape, Danny knew, but kept resisting for some reason. "As your girlfriend, I reserve the right to know whatever's troubling you."

Danny gave in and settled his hand onto her hips. "I hate it when you use that against me."

She shrugged. "Whatever works."

Danny inhaled, and then exhaled, the scent of her making him breathe more deeply than normal.

Lilac.

He nearly laughed. Of course she'd smell like something that was purple.

"It's just," He started. "It's been so quiet lately. I'm afraid to be relieved, because then I just know something bads gonna happen. All its been is a few ghosts I'm really use to fighting. I haven't' heard anything from Plasmius lately and that can't be good." One of his hands absently traveled from her hip to her arm, pushing a sleeve down as he caressed the limb.

"For all I know he's in the Ghost Zone making trouble and starting another war that he plans on bringing here. I'm supposed to be the good halfa and save everybody, Sam, but how am I suppose to if everything is always surprising me?" His eyes held signs of panic and Sam made to sooth them.

"Danny." He continued to ramble. "Danny!" He looked at her, eyes wide and breathing heavily. "You're babbling."

"Oh, sorry."

Sam shook her head, a silent show that it was alright. "That's what I'm here for." Her fingers ran up and down the back of his neck, causing him to shiver. "It's been two years, Danny. Since then you've gotten better with your powers because you fight ghosts. Plasmius has nothing next to you." Danny eyed her disbelievingly. "Yeah, he's had over twenty years of practice, but he didn't fight anyone or go against other ghosts like you do. He's only practiced and just started fighting when you came into the picture.

"As for another war, if there is one, we'll beat them."

"But what if--?"

"We'll beat 'em." Sam said sternly, cutting off Danny before he could start up again. Slowly a smile stretched across his features. He kissed her chastely on her lips and enveloped her in to a strong hug.

"Thanks."

Sam smiled. "Come on." She said, tugging him away from the car and making him stumble. "We're on a date, remember?"