This is my first Danny Phantom fic so please be nice with the reviews. Now for fans out there, just to let you know that I like the DannyXSam, DannyXEmber and DannyXStar pairings. I DO NOT support the DannyXPaulina thing, ick!
I was inspired by all the DannyXEmber fics that were on the webs, but I didn't think they really brought the influence that Ember had on Danny if they really went out. I think the fic that capture the effects of Ember with Danny is shadowwriter-x9's fic, Phantom's Secrect Lover. It's one of my top ten favorite Danny Phantom fic, the one that inspired this fic I'm writing, saddly enough, it's on hiatus. Still a good read and I recommend it to anyone who loves the DXE pairing.
Warning: Language, violence, sexual references, and drug use. Might change from T to M rating
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Wild Side
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Prologue
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She was the ghost that brought out his wild side.
The only person, dead or alive, that could make him do things he never image he could do. She made him feel so bad, so wicked, so incredible vile and destructive, but not so much to make him evil. No, she wasn't evil either, just a rocker with a uncontrollable quench for the dirty, gritty side of life. Sex, drugs, rock n' rock, metal bands, street fights, midnight raves, all the stuff that happens in the darkness parts of the night, in the places were grown men fear to venture in. No, they weren't evil.
They were corrupted.
Don't mistake corruption for evil, 'cause they weren't evil. Evil were the more powerful ghosts in the Ghost Zone, locked away in the Coffin of Forever Sleep or in a Fenton Thermos inside Clockwork's lair; they were the former dictators of the world that killed thousands upon thousand of Jews, bombed innocent cities and brainwashed their own homeland's citizens into hating other countries then ran like cowards when the heat was up. That was evil, and they weren't evil.
Corruption meant tainted. Many people are corrupted, it was no secret; they were good people but they secretly did bad things, why? It was pleasure for themselves, a rush. These sins made one feel incredible, powerful, unstoppable. You could be like Superman for that moment and you'd never want to leave it. A means of escaping reality and entering in your own fantasy, no one cares what happens outside of their own worlds, they only focus on their own sick form of happiness and pleasure.
Niccolo Machiavelli once said "Corruption continues with us beyond the grave," and he's never been more right about that. Death didn't stop them, didn't stop her, she lived and died for corruption. She drowned herself in pleasure, soaked in her Wonderland of sex, drugs and screaming fan, all cheering for her, wanting her. A queen in all her hype then burned down at the peak of her rule. Death by pleasure, such a sweet way to die.
Corruption didn't necessarily mean political corruption like bribery, theif and fraud, even if they did do things like that, no, corruption for them fell much, much deeper. Corruption is snorting up cocaine or shooting up heroin; corruption is screwing around with an undead girl in the back of an alley, not giving a shit if people saw; corruption is fighting dirty, killing the other without a second thought. This was their form of corruption and it was no less vile and just as deadly.
No one would ever believe it, the hero of a small town could ever fall to such corruption. Ghosts like him shouldn't associate with ghosts like her, nor should they have ever been attractive to one another. 'Opposites attract' the old common saying, a perfect fit for them. Two side of different worlds colliding with one another, an unliking love attraction, so different yet so perfect at the same time.
Humans, they could never understand their feelings for each other; people would try to rip them apart, seperate them for good. A blue-haired, hot-tempered Juliet with her half ghost, goody-goody Romeo, no one would understand them. So they became a secret. No one would know about them, save for a time-controlling ghost, who accepted their relationship, and his one-eyed employers, who practically loathed the very thought of them together, and a few of her friends.
Other then them, in the eyes of the public, they were enemies, an act of hatred was played out for the media and for his friends and family. The battles, the insults, the scars, they faked it all, a mask really. All of it, an act while their true feelings came out at night, in the darkest corners, inside the night clubs, under the bed covers. No one would ever find out about them.
They were a well kept secret.
For now...
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4:27am glared out in neon red from the alarm clock's screen, along with a rather annoying buzzing noise that echoed throughout the hotel room. A tan hand emerged from under a large lump in the bed sheets and proceed to beat the crap out of the device until it was nothing more than a banged up piece of metal, the irritating buzzing finally silenced. Moaning replaced the buzzing noise and movement came from under the crumpled heap of thick, gold-colored sheets..
Suddenly, a teenage boy's head popped out from the tangled mess and groaned in annoyance; he had messy black hair, eyes a lovely shade of Carolina blue and tan skin that was coated in a thin layer of sweat. The boy stretched his nude body, several cracks sounds were heard as his bone snaped back into place, and he slide himself out of the cocoon that were their bedsheet. The curtains were closed, refusing the allow any street lights, or moonlight for that matter, into the room, thus making the room pitched black. However, this was not a problem for the boy, whom simple created a small, glowing ball of ectoplasm in his hand, illuminating the room in a soft green glow. The boy quickly located his discared boxer at the foot of the bed, slipped them on and proceed to locate the rest of his clothing.
He couldn't take a bath, not right now anyway. It would take too long and if his parents got into his room before he did, there would be no doubt he would be ground 'till his 18th birthday. Pressing his arm to his nose, he quickly pulled away in digust, the strong odor of Bacardi 151 on him. That would be the last time he did a drinking contest with Johnny 13 and his gang. Even if it was for $850. Not only did he reek, but now his head was pounding like he had been wacked in the head with a slegdehammer. Lucky for him, his halfa status minimize the hangover he was currently suffering, though the buzz was still present in his head.
Behind him, the lump of the sheets started moving again, revealing a blue-haired rocker, peeking out from under the covers. The ghostly siren yawned and slowly propped herself up, letting the sheets dropped from her upper torso, exposing her well-developed breast and toned stomach, a silver belly button ring glisten in the her ghostly, blue glow. In addition to her newly pierced jewlery, a three black star tattoos were painted on her hip trailing down to her thigh.
"Leaving so soon, Babypop," asked the rocker.
"Love to stay with you, Em," replied the black-haired boy, tied the laces on his boots, "But it's a school night and my parents would tied me up to the bed with the Fenton Ghost Fisher if they figure out I've been sneaking out of my room every night."
"Sounds kinky," she giggled, "Maybe I'll use that next time we get together, eh Danny-boy?"
"Cute, Ember. Very, very cute."
Ember Mclain, crawled out from under the covers and stretch her body as well. The blue haired siren jumped off the bed before sashaying in front of her lover, whom was still trying to locate his shirt. Placing her a perfectly manicured finger under his chin, Ember gentle lifted his head so that his eyes were not on the floor, but on her perfectly slim, hourglass body, still bare and slicked with sweat from their activites hours before.
The young halfa smiled and wrapped his arm around her tiny waist, burying his face in her stomach, kissing and sucking on her skins. Giggles and moans escaped her lilac colored lips, letting her fingers get tangled in his black locks, gentle yanking on them, causing him to bite her smooth skin. She didn't mind, just another hickey to add to her collection. His fingers wandered down her back, groped her ass and trailed down her long legs.
"Stay..." she gasped, "Stay here with me. Please...don't leave."
"I want too," replied Danny, removing his lips from her skin, "But I can't. We have to be a secret."
The ghost siren groaned in annoyance as the wonderful sensation left her body; sometimes, she wished Danny would let her trash that God forsaken school, just so they could be together longer then having him worry about homework or test. Not only that, but she was sick and tired of him being surrounded by all though pretty, bitchy girls. Oh, sure, Danny was over Paulina, Valeria and pretty much every girl in school, realizing that they were either a) crazy, b) shallow, or c) uninteresting, much to Sam's and Ember's joy, but that didn't stop the rocker from being pissed off if one of them got too friendly or flirty with him.
Especially the goth chick.
Ember knew for a fact that the Gloomy Chick haa a thing for her Danny, the only problem was that she was too scared to tell him. But now it was too late, Danny was her's and she'd be damn if she was going to let some goth girl steal him away from her. No, Ember wasn't about to let the best that has ever happened in her life get away from her. No. Way. In. Hell.
Danny stood up and kissed Ember on her lips, soft at first, then rough and hungrily the next. Ember threw her arms around his head, pushing their bodies closer together, deepening the kiss. Their tongues fought for dominance, a constant battle that always ended in a tie or sex. Screw that she was a ghost, he was a ghost, too...well, half ghost anyway. Nights when they were together, sparks few, some blood spilled and their soul, as well, as bodies, were connected.
The raven-haired boy broke the kiss, a thin strand of saliva still stuck to the bottom of their lips. Ember glanced down at Danny well-developed bod; ghost hunting sure did wonder for the kid's body, no long did he possess that scrawny body he had during freshman year. Oh, no, he had a rip six-pack that made Ember, and practically any female that saw him without his shirt, drool. Though he was still a bit on the thin side, it didn't matter to her, she never cared for the overly bulk, football-type of guys that thought huge muscles and small brains were a good thing, like that blonde fanboy of her's at his school. What's his name? Dash?
But with the superhero job, came the scars. They literally covered his body, some heal completely, leaving only a thin sliver strip as a reminder of the battle, others were still fresh, raw and red and ready to bleed at any moment. Bruises, both black and blue, also came with the scars, however, these bruises weren't from battling ghost. Actually, they came from beating the crap out of the group of drunken dolts that tried to hit on the ghost siren last night. Ember felt quite proud, she never had a guy stand up for her like that. And hey, the scars were pretty sexy.
She was completely glad she dumped Skulker's sorry robotic ass for Danny.
"Remember, Babypop," spoke Ember in a her sultry, song-like voice, picking up her the tiny black dress she wore just hours before, then tossed it on the bed, "Next week, you've got a free day from school on Friday. Meaning your taking me to the Nine Inch Nails concert in New York City."
"Yeah, Em, I remember," chuckled Danny, finding his shirt toss over a chair, "I actually saved up some money and was able to buy those motorcycles that Johnny kept telling me I should get. I also had install some of my parents' technology so it can hover, go over 200 mph, mimic my ghost power, contain weapons, the work. So you don't have to worry about transporting us there or taking the Specter Speeder."
"Good, that hunk-of-junk, pile of crap ship is stupid and there was no way I'm going to ride that thing to a Nine Inch Nails concert," commented Ember.
Danny laughed and slipped on his shirt. He walked over to the dresser and picked up his wallet, fake ID and the Fenton Thermos he had taken with him. Ember spreaded open the curtains and opened the window, allow a slightly frigid gust of wind, one that should couldn't feel due to her dead status, into the room. The wind slighly extinguished her hair, which was released from its usually ponytail and fell at her shoulders, the flames licking her bare skin. Still, there was no pain, just numbness.
Two rings of light appeared in the center of Danny's body, one traveled up his torso, changing his shirt into the upper part of a black and white jumpsuit, his onxy hair turned snow white and his once blue eyes became a radiocative green. The other ring traveled down his lower body, changing his ripped jeans and black combat boots into the second half of the jumpsuit with white boots to match. Danny Fenton has transformed into his ghostly alter ego, Danny Phantom.
"Catch ya' later, Ember," said Danny, flying out of the window, but not before giving Ember a goodbye kiss.
"You'd better call me, Dipstick," she hissed.
"Don't I always?"
The rocker smirked and watched her lover fly away until finally disappearing into the blacken abyss that was the nightsky. She stood there, motionless, the moonlight shone down on her nude body like the world's largest spot light. Her smirk turned into a smile and she wrapped arms around her upper torso; she wasn't cold or numb, on the contrary, she was warm.
Despite the fact that she was dead, Danny had somehow made her feel the warm heat of human flesh. Perhaps it was the face that he was still human and his halfa status transfered some of his body heat onto her, or maybe it happen to ghosts when they were trapped in hot passionate love-making. She didn't care, she was just happy to feel warmth again, something she haven't felt since her death.
"To you, I did surrender," sang Ember, "Two weeks, you actually called."
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Danny phased through his bedroom wall and transformed back into human self. He quickly stripped off him clothing and changed back into his pajamas then slipped under the covers. His alarm clock read 5:13am, normal he wouldn't get up until 7:30am for school, but since he still have some...foregin order and dried substance stuck to his body, he'll have to wake up a bit earlier to take a shower.
He shoved his dirty night clothes under the bed, still reeking of alcohol and sex. Hopefully, he could get them into the washing machine before his parents, or worse, his noisy sister notice it. The last thing he wanted to explain why his clothing smelled of booze, sex and why their were traces of ectoplasm mixed in. Note to self: tell Ember to go easy on the clawing while in bed, or at least cut her nails.
Ember. The name put a smile on his face and put his mind in a haze. His former enemy turned lover had pushed him into a world he'd never though he would get mixed up in. Danny Phantom was suppose to be the good guy, the hero, a role model for kids and teens everywhere, he wasn't suppose to get mixed up in the underground world of sex, drugs and rock n' roll. Ember's world.
"Don't worry about it Babypop," she told him, it was the night she took him to an underground rave, "Danny Phantom can keep all that superhero status to himself, but that doesn't mean that Danny Fenton can't have a little fun here and there."
He gave into her right then and there; Danny Fenton fell into Ember's nitty-gritty world, like a moth to a flame. For the past two months, his life became extremely hectic, not only did he have to balance out school, homework and ghost fighting, but he also had to make time for Ember. Luckly for him, Ember had convinced some of her friends to lay off on the ghost attack, firends like Kitty and her boyfriend, Johnny, who normal caused ghostly destruction in Amity Park on a daily basis.
Danny now had three lives to live: Danny Fenton, Danny Phantom, and, now, Ember Mclain's boyfriend, Dan.
The stress from keeping all these multiple identities and secrets from his friends and family place a heavy toll on him. Sometimes he felt like he was going to break, as if the simpliest push would cause him to lose it. However, Ember, strangely enough, kept him grounded; she was his rock at times he needed her to be the mature one, yet he could always count on her to be the sly vixen of punk she was born to be.
He could tell no one of Ember, absolutely no one. The only one who knew about the relationship so far was Clockwork and the Observants, and they never interfered unless it was some deadly, future altering task, and then their was Kitty, her boyfriend Johnny, and his gang. Kitty is Ember's best friend and she could help Johnny and his group keep their mouth shut, and Johnny was just happy that Danny would finally loosen up and have some fun.
All and all, his secret was well kepted for the past three, nearly four, months and hopefully, for the rest of his life. At least until he could figure out a way to tell his friends and family about the relationship. Maybe, just maybe, they would understand and accept Ember and him being together and they would be happy for him.
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Yeah, that wasn't going to happen very soon.
Danny sighed and stared at the ceiling, "When did my life get even more complicated?"
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Kinda short in my opinion, plus I wrote in all in one or two days; again, my first Danny Phantom fic, please be nice with the reviews. Anyway, if you guys find any grammer mistake, please tell and I'll fix it as soon as I can.
The line Ember sings it from her (only) song, Remember:
To you, I did surrender
Two weeks, you didn't call
That was the original verse but I changed it so it reflects her relationship with Danny and how unlike it was her previous relationship that cause her death; her original death, according to the web, was that she gave herself up to some guy and he dumped her after two weeks. However, Danny didn't do that to her, so she changed the verse to state that he was different than the other guy.
Sorry, I'm rambling. Read and review if you wish for me to continue!
NEXT: Chapter 1 - Lies