Phantom Vampire

By: PhantomAerrow

Disclaimer: DO I look like Butch Hartman to you? No. Then I don't own Danny Phantom (sadly).

I DO own the story though :) and the OCs (Alexander, Lorraine, and Dmitri)

Authors Note's: PhantomAerrow here! :D . . .*Gulp* Ok now I know some of you will probably kill me for this, and I know I should be working on Stuck, but I'm having major writers block for that story. I have always found that If I write another idea down, to take a break from thinking about one story too much, it is much easier to continue the story. So I will be working on BOTH this story and Stuck, I promise :)

Anyway this is another story Idea that has been sitting in my head for a while and I really wanted to write it, as I said rite now it is just to get more ideas for Stuck going, so I don't know how fast it will be updated, but I hope you like it. And yes the title sucks, I couldn't think of anything cool *Bows head in shame*

Chapter one is kinda a prologue. . . Kinda. That's why it's still called Chapter 1 xP

Rated for some Minor cursing.

Thoughts

Normal talk

Sorry about the LONG authors notes this time xP Anyway, on with the story!

Chapter 1/Prologue

Unknown POV:

I quickly hid among the shadows of the alleyway. Amity Park. It was an interesting city to be sure. The ghosts that regularly attacked made sure of that. The thing that was on my mind though, was the people of the city, the humans. There were hundreds of them, all with warm blood rushing through their veins, just waiting….

Wo! I shook the thoughts out of my head quickly, I didn't hurt people, I wouldn't! . . . Man was I hungry. I needed to get home and get something to eat before I accidentally did something I would regret. I sighed brushing some of my long brown hair away from my face. I was late. . . again. . . they were going to kill me; at least he was going to, she would just kill me with guilt.

I was just about to head home, when I heard something. There was a crash then a flash of light, which temporally blinded me. I quickly backed up into the shadows of the alleyway. I heard footsteps coming closer. I held my breath. Then I saw the boy. He appeared to be 16 or 17. He was thin, but toned, with pitch black hair which was, at the moment, sticking out at almost every angle imaginable. His long bangs almost obscured his bright baby blue eyes, which looked tired. Poor kid, musta had a bad day. He was wearing a ripped white t-shirt with a red oval in the middle and red lining around the neck and a black leather jacket, though the torso cut off halfway down. So it's a . . . Half-Jacket? His worn baggy blue jeans were covered in dirt, along with his white converse. What the heck had this kid been doing? Then I noticed the cut. I gasped. The tear in his shirt that ran across his chest was bleeding, staining the rest of it red. There was a deep gash running the length of the tear. What had this kid been doing!

Then it hit me; the smell of his blood. I was like nothing I had ever smelt before. It was . . . delicious! At that moment I lost all self-control. I lunged at the boy, grabbed him so that he couldn't move, and bit into his neck, all within a few seconds. The boy didn't even know what hit him. The boy gasped, as if trying to scream, and tried to struggle, but to no avail.

His blood was delicious! It was like nothing I had ever tasted before. I couldn't help but drink it all up, ever last tantalizing drop was mine. Suddenly realization hit me like a truck. I pulled away from the boy and looked at him. He lay limp in my arms. He was deathly pale. I attacked someone! He'll die if I don't do something! "No." I whispered. I couldn't let him die, but what could I do? Then I got an idea. Dmitri would kill me for it, but I just couldn't let him die, not so young, not because of me. . .

I let the venom pool in my mouth and bit the boy again, this time forcing the venom into his bloodstream. I sighed. I hope he'll live. . .

"Alex!"

Shit! I spun around to look at the woman I knew all too well. She appeared to be in her early thirties, with long wavy auburn hair that fell down her back in a fiery waterfall. Her forest green eyes looked at me with worry and annoyance, cherry red lips frowning. She was wearing a simple white tang top and dark blue boot-cut jeans with simple black sneakers. Her hands were on her thin waist. She was angry.

"Lorry!" I said, surprised. Her eyes narrowed.

"Alexander Ostrerov where have you been?" She said sternly. I grinned sheepishly.

"Oh, you know, here and there." She kept glaring.

"You got lost again, didn't you?"

"Well. . . not exactly. . ."

"I knew it!" she said, throwing her hands up, exasperated "This is why we shouldn't let you go out alone! I tried to tell Dmitri, but did he listen? No, of course not. . ." I sighed; she could go on like this forever. You would think she was my mother, which she wasn't, but she was the closest thing I had to one. I didn't have time for one of her rants though, I had to get this kid to the house.

"Lorraine." I said to get her attention. She stopped immediately; she knew that I only called her by her full name if there was something really serious that I needed to talk to her about.

"What is it Alex?" she asked, in her soft, motherly tone.

I stood up and turned around to face her, finally showing her the boy that was cradled in my arms. She gasped.

"Oh Alex!" she whispered, "You didn't. . ." I shot her a glare that shut her up immediately.

"No I didn't kill him!" well technically. . .

Her eyes widened "Then you. . ." It was more of a statement then a question, but I nodded anyway. "Why?" she asked.

"I couldn't let him die, not because of me." I said, quietly. Her eyes softened and she sighed.

"Well I guess it can't be helped. I don't know how Dmitri will react though." She said walking over to look at the boy.

"Screw Dmitri." I grumbled. She chuckled. Then she noticed the cut across the boy's chest.

"What happened?" she asked, inspecting the wound. I shrugged.

"I don't know, he was like that when I saw him, that why. . ." I trailed off, not wanting to actually say 'attacked him'. Lorry nodded in understanding and put a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at her and she smiled.

"Come on, we had better get him home." I nodded and followed her towards our house. This was going to be interesting.

So. . . what do you think? Good, Bad? Stop writing, continue? PLZ tell me! Yay for the start for my Second fanfic lol :) And look, I finally did a somewhat long chapter! Yay! Lol :) Anyway, PLZ Review!

PhantomAerrow Out!