I haven't seen any of the Danny Phantom episodes recently, and so I could be totally off on some details, so please excuse the mistakes if there is one in the background story to some of the other characters.

I don't own Danny Phantom. The show would suck if I did.

Enjoy.

Blank, A Danny Phantom story

Shaking.

Cowering.

Scared.

Scared of being forgotten.

Scared of being defeated.

He was going to trap her in that stupid Fenton Thermos.

And send her back to that dumb ass ghost zone.

And then she was as good as dead to the world.

She was going to be a famous rock star when she was human, alive. She'd planned on it from the very start. She knew what the name of the band was going to be. She knew the lyrics and guitar chords and drum beats of ten of the songs that were going to be in her first album. She wanted to be infamous and immortal… and remembered.

She had constantly sketched her fantasy look, with blue crazy hair in an uncontrollably teased 'do (although her hair was red from when she was 13 and wanted red hair, but her taste changed), wicked huge boots, silver belt, black leather pants, and small one shoulder, belly showin' shirt. She perfected her makeup, down to the last fake eyelash.

She had dreams when she was human.

When she was alive, and when she had hope. Now, her fate was sitting in that cramped thermos with all the other stinky, asshole ghosts Danny had captured for the evening. She always ended up being the last one because she was a challenge.

She died when she was 17. She had been in Hollywood, at a record company, trying to impress them with her music, and her friends, Kevin, the drummer, Stacey, the bassist, and Jimmy, the keyboardist, were there with her. They were going to do the second song she'd ever written with the band.

"It was, it was September,
Wind blows, the dead leaves fall,
To you, I did surrender,
Two weeks, you didn't call...

Your life goes on without me,
My life, a losing game,
But you should, you should not doubt me,
You will remember my name...

Oh, Ember, you will remember!
Ember, one thing remains!
Oh, Ember, so warm and tender!
You will remember my name!"

The try-out was successful, and the manager asked them to come back in a week, and finish the song then. So, they stayed in a hotel in Hollywood, because they planned a week of sightseeing ahead of them. But, while they were in an alley having a smoke in a different part of Los Angeles, a creepy man rounded the corner and stared and the group. Ember glared at him, and snapped, "What the hell do you want?" Kevin blew smoke towards the man.

He walked closer. One step. Stacey whispered, "Oh, no. I have a… a really bad feeling about this."

The man stepped closer. You could see the smile on his face. Stacey screamed, "RUN!" Jimmy didn't smoke, and his hands found Stacey and yanked her down the alley further into the shadows. Kevin, being the selfish bastard that he was, didn't think about Ember, and instead bolted past the strange man, running into him as he turned the corner.

The man wasn't phased, and his eyes were locked on Ember's. She heard a click as he pulled something out from behind his back. The silhouette was in the shape of…

She squinted. And before she could scream, there was a loud BANG and she gasped for air.

"Wh… Why would you do this?"

The man stepped into the building's side light. He had blue skin and black hair. He was wearing a white cape.

"Ember," he said, his voice sounding muffled. Her vision switched from black behind her eyes, from nothing, to the alleyway and the mysterious blue man, to nothing. It switched with the time of her pulse, slowing gradually.

"I'm going-" her scream interrupted his sentence. The pain in her gut where he shot her was unimaginable, and spreading like a disease throughout her whole body. Her hands grew clammy.

"Please," she whimpered. "Please don't make me suffer. Put me out of my pain." She blinked back tears and choked back cries of agony. The pain flared up suddenly. She bit her lip, tears falling down her face. She didn't want to die.

"Enjoy your heartbeat," the man said, smiling and showing fangs. "My name is Vlad, and I'm taking you to the ghost realm."

The sweat on her brow dripped down to her mouth and she licked her lips, tasting the salty warmth. It wasn't altogether an unpleasant taste. It was the last real thing she tasted, because immediately after, she keeled over, and her body tensed incredibly, and grew limp, her face rubbing the dirt. The nothingness took her over, and she grew cold. The vision pulsed slower. One more look at the ground of the artificial city of Los Angeles, one more feeling of physical human pain of fear and lack of love, and she couldn't feel anything.

Dead.

She was dead.

And she was sitting in another godforsaken alley next to a trashcan, waiting for Danny's thermos to suck her into her little cage.

She heard Tucker's voice first, yelling from around the corner.

"I think she went this way!"

Sam was next. "Come on, Danny! Hurry up."

"I have a gash in my arm, Sam," Danny's voice reached her ears and she groaned. This should be fun.

"Alright, would you like me to put a bandage on your arm, dear?" Sam said sarcastically. "You're tough, and you've had a lot worse."

Danny snapped back, "You know, you're acting a little rude right now, Sam. It's bleeding like crazy. Gimme a break. We've been fighting ghosts since six o'clock."

Tucker said, in defense of Danny, "Yeah, he's right y'know. It's already almost midnight."

"But, there's no rest for assholes like Ember."

Oh, that hurt.

What a bitch! Who did she think she was?

But maybe she was right.

Maybe Ember was an asshole. She didn't exactly appreciate the effort her band members put in for her dreams of fame and success. In fact, she had screamed at them constantly as a human.


"Hey, guys, wanna go get some ice cream?" Kevin asked after they finished a song.

"Sure," Stacey and Jimmy said. They looked at Ember, who was focused on something she was writing on the table. Kevin put his hands on her waist and asked her about their decision.

She sighed, and said, "I have to fix your guitar chords, Stacey. And, Jimmy, this note-" she tapped on the paper- "doesn't cooperate well with the other two."

"C'mon, Ember," Stacey said. "We've been practicing since, like, 8 this morning."

"Well, at least I want to improve the music. You guys never put any effort into the songs, and you never give me any suggestions on what to possibly change!" Ember snapped.

"Excuse me?" Kevin, pulling his hands back, asked. "We've put up with your attitude a lot recently, and we do give you suggestions, but every time we do, you just snap at us and say that you're the one writing the song, and that you don't need shit excuses from amateurs."

"And-" Jimmy touched Stacey's shoulder lightly- "you yell at us, constantly. For no reason. We do the notes right, we practice till you're sick of us, and you still complain."

Stacey joined in with, "And we are not amateurs. We demand and we deserve respect."

"We're leaving till you get your head on straight, bitch," Kevin said, and they all stormed out.

Ember felt wet streaks on her face. She was an asshole. That had almost been the end of the band. But, thankfully, they put up with her a little longer.

While she had been recalling their worst fight, Sam and Danny had their worst one yet, and Tucker left with Sam. Danny muttered something, but Ember couldn't make it out. She wiped her cheek with the heel of her hand, and sniffed.

Danny flew around the corner. She scooted further into the shadow of the trash can and garbage. He landed and changed back into his human self when he didn't see anyone. He walked further into the alley. Ember felt for her guitar behind the trash can. She grasped the neck and carefully pulled it out. She aimed it at Danny, and was about to stand up when her boot scuffed an aluminum can across the ground. Danny turned around and spotted Ember. But he just stood there. She started turning the knobs to get the proper setting to blast Danny.

"You okay?" he asked. She snapped her head up and stared at him. "You look like crap."

She felt her cheek and brought her hand down to look at it. There was black on her fingertips. She looked into the trash can lid and realized she was still crying. She sniffed.

"Why should you care?" she snapped.

Danny paused. There was something utterly pathetic about her, and he couldn't bring himself to hurt her. "I… don't know."

Ember stared at him, with an eyebrow raised. "Right." She started walking away, since he wasn't making any effort to hurt her, and she didn't feel like fighting. In fact, all her energy had been drained for some reason.

"Wait!" Danny said. She stopped.

"What?"

"Wait. Please." She turned around slowly, hesitantly.

Danny had no idea why he had shouted. "Um…" Before he could answer the question he knew they were both thinking, Ember gasped. "What's wrong?" She gasped again, but it seemed like she was gasping for air. Her guitar fell from her hand and hit the ground. She fell to her knees.

"Ember!" Danny rushed to her side. She clutched her throat. It was closing up on her. She fell over onto her side, still gasping. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she grew still. Even though she didn't need air, it a human reflex. She hadn't been dead for long, and still breathed subconsciously. Danny couldn't see anything that would've set her body off like that. He sat there for two minutes, shocked.

What the hell happened? he thought. He then jumped into action. He turned back into his ghost self, and draped her over his arms, flying home.

I have no idea what's going to happen next. I'm just making this up as I go along

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