So I went ahead and decided to post this one. I hope that everyone enjoys this one as it came to me after reading another author's story. I have always had a spot for one other character on Danny Phantom. He just seemed like he deserved more in life, but was never given it...especially after his loss.
A dark haired male walked down the murky streets, his form large in shape, his red eyes scoping the neighborhood with such concentration that one would believe that he was either looking for an important person or that he himself was being pursued. Either way he moved quietly as he looked around before an explosion of light filled the streets illuminating his form in its jeans and white shirt, the word Ghost on the front in red, bold lettering. He now took to the skies, his colorless cape flipping around behind him as he continued his hunt in the skies above the sleeping city. When he finally saw the house he was looking for he dropped down onto the roof, his ears alert for any sound inside the large house. When nothing happened, no sound alerting him to any movement inside the abode he phased in through the roof. The room that he entered was dark but he retained his invisible form as he looked toward the bed, the person that usually slept in it rolling over as the temperature in the room dropped. He hadn't been in this room in forever, but since escaping from his hell he found that he needed to see her. A vision popped into his head as he grasped at his long white flaming hair, the pain from the picture in his head making him groan in pain. He hadn't felt such feelings in such a long time, but for some reason when he had seen the vision while in his small cylinder cell he had taken great pains to escape his entrapment. Now he stood here and he didn't even know what to do to change what he had seen coming for her.
"Danny!" the young woman before him called out as she turned over again and he could feel her pain and knew that she was having a nightmare. It seemed that even as a preteen he could feel her emotions and he was sure that she had felt the same thing. They had grown up together since birth and immediately had formed a bond. It was like having two bodies that held one soul. Being close to each other had soothed the other after a particularly bad day.
Walking over to where the female lay he got down on his knees, his red eyes taking in her expression of pain as she fought the ghosts in her mind. Sweat made her dark hair cling to her pale skin of her face as she whimpered. He de-transformed, a change that he had maintained for some reason though he wasn't human anymore, his human half having died all those years ago in the explosion of his enemy's home. He reached out and touched a large hand to her face, her body almost immediately calming as she moved closer to where she could feel him. It made the male smile as he stroked her face. He hadn't felt this feeling in a long time and he looked back to the day that he had been re-born, his eyes closing as he felt the pain from that time so long ago. His ghost form had been taken as a request from his human half, but it had gone so awry, his ghost form deciding that if it was to be removed then he needed to remove the threat, Vlad's ghost half.
Taking the gloves that had been used to separate him he took out the villains ghost half and overshadowing it he tried to contain the evil, but he just wasn't strong enough and instead he was taken over, his good spirit locked away in the evil that Vlad's form had held onto. He watched from some place inside the new form as his new body went after the two humans in the lab with him. Opening his eyes he looked at the female before him as other thoughts went through his mind. As he moved to get up he felt the presence of another specter in the room.