Twisted Passing

Okay, so here's a new Danny Phantom story, in honor of the holiday season. (And my love for it) I've decided to do an Alternate Universe, one a little different than most.

I want this to have style. So there's going to be a lot if references to other stories of Halloween, famous movies, ect. Anyway, I'm not going to give away much about it, and I'm not sure how long this will go. But it all takes place in a single day. (The main story, that is) Oh, and this might be a LITTLE graphic down a bit. There's a bit of death. All Hallows Eve wouldn't be complete without it, eh?

I would just also like to say that this isn't going to be a very per the norm fan fiction. I like doing things many haven't done before. SO that being said...

Disclaimer: I do not Own Danny Phantom. I only own the story plot for this.

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In the small town of Amity Park, there lives an old wise tale. One that grandparents have told their grandchildren for centuries upon centuries. The children would be tucked into their beds tightly as their grandparents sat at their side, book in hand. They spoke of a time when superstitions ruled the minds of humans, a time when darkness covered the land and only the churches and graveyards were sanctuaries. They told the children of a time when demons roamed the earth. Demons, that walked and breathed as they did. Beasts dwelling within a human shell. One might think this is a bit disturbing topic for a child's bedtime story, but rest assured, Amity Park is not like other towns. For one night, when the moon was high and full...on this, exact day...

...Phantom walked the earth the earth once more.

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The moon was full that fateful night, and the townspeople cleaned, cooked, and slept. It was a prosperous town, thick with vegetation and a wide deep forest surrounding it from intruders, they made decent trade, and they had endless material to make their homes and buildings. All was happy and well. The days passed by quickly, the nights were uneventful, and the townsfolk always felt safe.

So safe, none of the adults minded if the children went out after dark to play in the fields together. This carried on for a while. They would eat dinner, do their chores, then with haste, make their way out to the fields just outside the lush forest, where they would play games, sing songs, all while under the light of the moon overhead.

Tonight was different. The townsfolk felt a sudden chill in the air. They had felt it for a while now, over the years it had steadily been growing, it was like someone applying pressure to your chest. Almost suffocating them. The full moon overhead seemed to watch each move they made, and the eery fog that had crept up and shrouded the town like a blanket worried them

The children were not allowed out this night. They seemed upset but eventually they went to bed to wake up the next day and play then. All of the children did as their family asked, as they snuggled up into their wool bedsheets, and wore their sleep wear, all the while looking up at the moon that shown through their window.

It was just after midnight, all the townsfolk were asleep and the children as well. However, outside the fog seeped into the house and went to the children sleeping, and they breathed it in.

"Come, little children.." The fog whispered musically in their ears, waking them from their slumber. It instantly flew into the child's open eyes, making them gain a dazed look, and immediately the children slipped out of theirs beds and out of their respected homes, to follow the soothing voice speaking with them all.

"I'll take thee away..." Each word hit their eardrums making then want to get to the source as soon as possible. They wandered the streets together, all barefoot and cold, but they paid it no mind, as they walked through the dew dropped grass of the vast fields until they reached the entrance of the forest.

"Into a land of enchantment~" The voice continued to beckon, the gleem of the moonlight reflecting off of each child's hypnotized eyes as they all walked into the dark forest, paying no heed to what they have been told of it. They eagerly trodded through the mud and dead leaves and branches, their small feet gaining a few scrapes and cuts here and there, but once again, they paid things such as that no mind. All that mattered was the voice promising fun that awaited them deep into the forest.

"Come, little children. It's time to play..."

They all eventually arrived at a dark, dark section of the forest and simultaneously they all stopped in their tracks. The music had stopped, and in front of them, all they can see is two bright, glowing, green eyes.

"Here in my garden...of magic~" The figure drawed out the last sentence as a fellow wind swept away the fog allowing visual to the person in front of them.

It was an old man, older than their grandfathers, who was standing before them, his arms spread out wide and a smirk evident on his wrinkled lips. Moonlight finally seemed to hit this place, because now they could see the man's long white hair that trailed down his bent back. With a lowered hand he beckoned a child over and gave a fanged grin. His long black nails gently stroked the young child's face until she fell to her knees in front of him.

A small girl, no older than five was the first to go. Such innocence always did so much for his complexion. He needed to be young again. Start over in a new town somewhere, people here were beginning to get suspicious here in this small one. Though, he had been restraining himself so he could stay here longer, it seemed he didn't hold himself back well enough. He had decided that this would be his last feed before he became a scorched mark in the dirt by the townsfolk, like many of the others before him. No, he would move on from Amity after this night. After he wiped the town of it's youth and was long gone. It would be easy and quick.

One after another, the Phantom sucked the life out of the small humans until they became nothing more than shriveled husks of their former selves at his feet, which he quickly tossed to the ground carelessly. He needed to be quick, after all. Besides, he felt better and younger than ever. His appearance had drastically changed from that of a raggity, old man to that of a young adolescent teen. His long, black cloak hung loosely on his shoulders now and flowed in the wind nicely.

Phantom gave a small peek using his reflection from a small pond beside his feet, and touched his face with delight. Smooth, so smooth and soft. He was young again! He had forgotten how handsome he really was, what with all of the wrinkles that had adorned his face during his stay here in this town. With a dashing grin, he rubbed his defined jawline, looking at the dead corpses of the many children he had fed from, trying to decide the best method for disposing of them. He supposed he COULD just leave them here for the towns people to find later, but where was the fun in that? Normally, he would disguise the corpses as dead rats or possums, but there were far too many corpses this time to make it believable.

He would just have to dispose of them the old fashioned way. Burial. Just as he lifted the first corpse into his arms and looked at the shriveled face of what had once been so youthful, a series of angry shouts caught his attention.

"Monster! What have you done to the children?! The poor children!" Phantom turned to look at the man who had made his precense known with a bored expression. With a sigh, he dropped the dead child in his hands and took in the man's appearance. He was a brute, in many ways, Phantom concluded. He had a wide build, tan skin. He hair was as black as Phantom's own heart and his eye's were a dark blue filled with sadness as he took weary glances at the corpses at the witch's feet. Yes, Phantom thought as he smirked at the man, his feigned bored expression breaking. A weakness at his heart. Phantom could use that.

"Is thou's child here among the corpses tonight?" Phantom's voice was soft, like velvet and he gave a small gesture to the pile, his expression one of mock sympathy. With a cruel smirk, Phantom flicked his hand out and a body of a young girl with long red hair and a turquoise dress came out from under the pile. She was floated over into his arms and he held her close as if she was his own and he looked over at the hunter with darkened eyes. Eyes filled with such evil that masked away a certain level of pain and betrayal.

"Why...Why it's young Jazmine!" He mocked, twirling the dead girl's hair with a laugh. "My my, how she hast grown. Alas, I fear she won't grow no longer! GWAH HA HA HA!" Phantom couldn't help the near insane, cackle that slipped through his lips. With a small raise of an eyebrow, he looked over to the large man who had since fallen to his knees at the sight of his drained daughter.

"How...couldst thou do such a thing...the children..Jazmine..." The man's voice quivered as he held his head in his hands, shaking. He felt cold hands touch his shoulders and lift his head up to look at them. Then he saw the face of the killer more clearly. A young teen, no older than sixteen, with tan skin, snow white hair, and startling green eyes. "W...What kind of monster is thou? You are but a child!"

The man was confused when the boy gave out a dark chuckle, his head falling back onto his shoulders, giving the man a clear view of his fanged teeth. "You should know by now, Jackson Fenton, that looks can be decieving. " With a large grin the boy's eyes glowed brighter and brighter and he slowly opened his mouth. Jack felt a restricted feeling rise up within his chest as the boy began sucking air in through his mouth.

Instinctively, Jackson thrusted his arm out and stabbed the boy in the stomach with his dagger, watching the teen's expression shift from one of surprise to one of pain. As he dropped to his knees beside him and fell onto the ground clutching his bleeding stomach, Jackson slowly backed up when the boy growled loudly, a black tar like substance seeping out of him. With a quick thought, Jackson turn and ran back into the town and alerted everyone's attention to the missing children and who was responsible.

But when Jackson and the remaining townsfolk arrived at the site, all they were left with was the witch sitting on an old, dead stump staring at them darkly. The children were gone, but Jackson could see the dark stain on the dirt from where he had stabbed him. So he wasn't delusional. With a furrowed brow he stepped in front of the other townsfolk and spoke in a painfully hard tone to the boy in front of him.

"Witch, you have taken much from us...Our children, our hopes and our faith. But tonight.. "He paused when he saw the hole in the boy's cloak from where he was stabbed, but the wound itself was gone. Like it wasn't even there to begin with. With a frown he continued, more determined to rid the world of another monster that takes away the innocents.

"Tonight will be your last. You shall be executed by hanging." He finished watching the teen's expression as it morphed into a sinister grin.

"Dost thou know who they are dealing with? It's a pity. I had wished to leave quietly after this night. " Phantom slowly stood from his stump and made his way over to the hunter, enjoying the other townspeople who backed away. He ran a hand to Jackson's chin and pulled him roughly down to meet his eyes. "Since thou is so confident...Kill me..if you can. "He whispered in his ear, Phantom's eyes flashed a brighter green for just a moment with the low tone of his voice.

Without any struggle whatsoever, Phantom was taken back into town, and brought up to the noose. His arms had been tied up behind his back and his head was covered with an old potato sack. They pushed him up the stairs and turned him to face the crowd, though he couldn't see them until they slipped the sack off of his head as they addressed him.

"What is the name thou goes by, witch?" Jackson stated when the sack was taken off of his head. He stared into the boy's eyes and watched him take in his surroundings for a moment before looking at the man who had addressed him.

"I have gone by many names. Which pegs me to ask the question ...What is in thy name?" Phantom drawled out, his mouth slowly uplifting into a cocky smirk making Jackson scowl at him.

" Silence thy lies that spew from thy lips, witch! Your trickery will work on us no longer! Now, what is thy name?!" The hunter bellowed, fists clenching at his sides in anger. There was something about that smirk...

The witch's smirk only grew and he let out an insane cackle. "My my, hunter! Thou has lost thy temper, no?" The white haired teen managed to stop laughing in order for the executer to put the noose over his slender neck. "I go by 'Phantom' now a days. Courtesy of the other towns I've drained from. They had given me the name."

He felt pride swell up in his chest when he saw the citizens in the crowd shudder from his twisted word choice. He squinted his eyes at the hunter before him and couldn't help but think of how the man reminded him of his late father in his own life. When he was mortal, that is. Still, Phantom couldn't let old ties hold him back from doing what he was going to do next. His eyes glowed in the darkness, the full moon overhead fueling his power.

After a moment of silence from Phantom's response, the witch tilts his head acutely and gave an almost kind smile to Jackson. "Aren't thou going to ask for my last words?" He teased.

Jackson gritted his teeth together at the smile."Don't you dare mock me!... " He gave a hard sigh and ran a hand through his ebony locks, reluctantly, he continued. "What are you final words...Phantom?" He grounded out.

Phantom grinned triumphantly and looked up at the moon. It's high enough, past midnight. He should be able to pull it off. Or so he hoped.. "Ah.. Well, they are few, but important none the less, dear hunter. " Phantom's voice was dark and it seemed like more than one person was speaking with him. "When the moon is full and high high in the sky, years from now thy descendent, Jackson Fenton, will set me free once again. On this night, I shall be free to walk amongst the living once more. It is then that I will drain ALL the people who dwell in this forsaken town as I have done to your children tonight. " Phantom's eyes flashed and his face spilt into a fanged grin, filled with insanity.

"2...0...1...6...2...0...1...6..." The teen repeated over and over, until Jackson gave the signal to drop the board and watched in sick fascination when Phantom's neck broke and he hung there, eyes still filled with madness.

"2...0...1..6-" And then the Phantom was no more.

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" ...1...6. Then Phantom was dead. But the people of Amity Park felt dread rather than content. For they feared they had doomed a later generation to the hands of an unimaginable evil. They could only hope that the witch had been bluffing to make them worry for the rest of their lives, weary of the witch's return. But, he never did. And as they told their later children then grandchildren of Phantom's tale, and warned them of the curse that befelled their small town, they could only pray that he would remain dead.

Eventually, the story became a wise tale that people told their children in order to get their children to go to sleep, and then it became a town holiday. A myth no one truly believed in but celebrated on the same night every year with their children. They dressed in costumes, got treats, and had concerts locally they enjoyed. No one suspected that the feared Phantom had actually existed, in fact many recite the revival ritual as a joke with their friends. Even the festivals recited it. And now...tomorrow night...Phantom is going to come back!"

A girl, with short black hair told her darker friend sitting beside her as she closed her book, ignoring the strange looks she got from those around her in favor of her friend's reaction.

"Soo...Phantoms really real?! Like, super real?" The teen in the red hat said, stars lighting up his eyes. "That's so cool! Do you think when he comes back he'll be all old and haggily, or do you think he's gunna still be all young and junk?"

He was answered with a short slap in the back of the head with his friend's book. "Tucker, were you not listening? He absorbed enough children that night to last for CENTURIES. Plus he hasn't been alive since then, so he should look the same."

"Ah! Ow... Sorry, Sam! It's just...I thought after all this time he would've aged some you know? I was just wondering. Besides... We'll find out tomorrow night won't we?" The African American pouted, rubbing his head and adjusting his glasses back onto his face.

"It's better we hope he DOESN'T show up for real. You know? Because if he does...we're all dead, remember?" The goth tilted her head with a smirk. "Unless... You WANT to die?" She teased him.

"N-No, no. I like living, thank you! Phantom can stay out in the graveyard for a few more centuries. At least until we're all good and dead. " the techno geek stated with a nod.

"Let's hope so, Tuck. Because if he does show up.. We're not gunna be able to stop him.."

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End CH.1 So guys! Tell me what you think of the first chapter! I'd love to have your feedback!

Until next time, my lovelies!