So I'm putting my other story on hiatus for the moment while I work on this one. I've been a fan of Danny Phantom for a while (mostly Vlad though) and decided to take part in writing. Hope you guys like it :)
Chapter 1. Reinforcements
'I don't remember much about my human life, you know, before I died. Really the only clear memory I've got is me (at the time I had plain brown hair, dull green eyes and pale skin) before I turned into an ectoplasmic manifestation of myself. I had been leaving some kind of radio station during a thunderstorm. And then the burning sensation and a bright light.
'All that I could really gather from that was that I was possibly a DJ, and I was maybe struck by lightning. But I could never be one hundred percent sure because the memory-although my clearest-was still fuzzy. It was enough to drive me mad. However, that wasn't the worst part about me.
'When you're dead, you have nothing to lose, and when you have nothing to lose that makes you dangerous. And when you're dangerous...you get noticed. It's not a good thing to get noticed. Because once you're noticed, you get stuck in some nutty, revenge-driven, whacko's hands with little hope for escape-'
The tip of my mechanical red pencil broke off as I pressed the tip of it hard against the page. It left a dark indentation. My mouth pulled down in one corner, and my eyebrows furrowed. I had to keep telling myself to be calm, "because we all know what will happen if you don't..."
'I guess I should start from the beginning of how the vampiric ghost got ahold of me. Since I had an entire afterlife ahead of me, I got bored and decided to use my skills to my advantage. So I became a mercenary-more of a bounty hunter, since most targets were requested to be kept alive, or somewhat if they were already ghosts. I figured I could make some money to spend in the human world, and kind of live in between worlds. As I got better and better at hunting, I got noticed. I had a special way with deception, able to make myself look , and feel as though I were still human. And because the number one thing ghosts do is scare humans, I used that to my advantage.
'Well, the more noticed I got, the darker the clientele became. And the darkest that it became was none other than the halfa himself, Vlad Plasmius. It started out as a paid job, until I proved myself too useful, and he decided that I would stay permanently, "or else." I, of course, challenged that "or else" and sincerely regretted the day that I decided to. That was the last time that I underestimated him-'
"JANE!" A male voice yelled my name.
"WHAT?!" I yelled back. I waited a couple seconds, with no response. I slammed my journal down and turned intangible sinking through the floors, muttering to myself, "I hate when you do this."
Vlad stood in ghost form in front of a large monitor that took up a whole wall. Of course Danny Phantom's image and video feed were displayed on the screen. Danny was Vlad's new obsession. It wasn't really the bitter rivalry between the two that drove Vlad crazy. It was Danny's constant rejection that had Vlad in shambles. Vlad was one of those men who just absolutely refused to take "no" for an answer.
"You called, oh Grand-Master of the house?" I sarcastically interrupted the silence. I crossed my arms and leaned against one of the pillars that held up the mansion.
"I did, and your sarcasm is both unneeded and unappreciated," he turned to me. His solid red eyes constantly analyzed every movement I made.
"Right, well, you'd be slightly miffed as well if you were being held against your will. I feel like I'm in Walker's prison. When are you letting me go?" I refused to look him in the eyes. I could sense him taking note of that as he tried to meet my gaze.
"As soon as your usefulness has run out, my dear." Vlad waved a black gloved hand as if the venom behind my words never existed. He moved to a table where holographic images of plans and data were displayed.
"So never," I assumed. He refused to acknowledge the comment.
"Anyway, your new assignment," Vlad changed subjects, "is to infiltrate Casper High School under the guise of a teenage student, befriend Daniel and his friends, and eventually lead him to me where I will handle business as I see fit."
"Which means you'll try to kill him." I guessed. "Don't you think it's a little pathetic having a rivalry with a fifteen-year-old boy?"
His icy glare made me stiffen. "That boy is a nuisance. Do not question me, Jane. That is the last thing I ever want you to do. Never question my motives."
'Because you're afraid you'll get caught.' I thought.
"Alright, grumpy. So how do you plan on hiding me from his ghost sense?" I leaned against the table as he sorted through documents.
"Morph." He commanded.
I stood tall as I let my body phase into a different person. Instead of red irises and blue wavy shoulder-length hair with a red headband, my eyes turned to a dull green, and my hair faded to a plain chestnut brown with a green headband. Instead of a sickly grey skin color, it lightened to a healthy pale. My black spandex pants and thigh-high black boots that came to a point at the center with a blue edge changed to navy blue jeans and black Vans. My similar styled gloves and black v-neck that stopped just below my collar bone, with a blue neckline spandex shirt were replaced with a red button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to just above my elbows. I seemed to recede just a bit in age, but still kept the tired dark circles around my eyes.
Vlad grinned in arrogance. He was proud to have such a capable weapon in his tool belt. Is it wrong that I felt a little proud of that sly grin he gave me? Considering it's Vlad...most definitely.
"You never cease to impress me. If only your attitude would improve..." He suggested.
"Not likely." I told him bluntly.
"Never believed you would." His grin disappeared. "Put this on."
He handed me a green bracelet. And when I put it on, I felt a bit fuzzy.
"It releases a counter frequency to Daniel's ghost sense. It's similar to the ghost shield however severely weaker." Vlad explained.
"Can you still sense me?" I asked out of curiosity.
"I've known you for far too long, Jane. I always know when you're around." Vlad answered mysteriously.
'You've known me for a month.' I thought. I didn't question him though, for fear he'd lash out.
"School starts at 7:45." He smirked.
I was so tempted to fly to school. Out of precaution though, I didn't. The whole time I walked, I was quietly cursing out Vlad, and receiving a few odd looks from passerby's .
"Of all the things I could be doing with my afterlife. And this is what I'm stuck with. I can't believe this. Why am I caught in the middle? I hate Vlad so much." I growled.
I walked up the steps of the school and entered through the large doorway. Teenagers were scattered in the hall, forming social circles of their own cliques. I was hit with a memory of hatred for high school.
I did everything possible to stay away from people, and thankfully the school was big enough so that if a new kid were to show up, they wouldn't be noticed. And even though I hated Vlad with a passion, I did have to take the time to appreciate his way with paperwork, in letting me skip having to take care of it myself. That way I didn't have to waste time dealing with all the pleasantries of being welcomed. I already had my schedule, and I was set to go.
A bell rang, and I began to proceed to my first class following the map of the school I was given. I had shoved my way past a few people since teenagers apparently waited to the very last minute to get to where they needed to be. And once I made it into first period, I was the only one there.
"Hello, Miss Norman," a tall man with a receding hairline called my attention. I rolled my eyes at the last name Vlad had made for me. It better not be Norman from the horror movie like I think it is. "You must be nervous to get here early."
"When I was younger my father always said, better to be early than on time, for to be on time is to be late." I lied. I have no idea if my father was even part of my life.
"You're father sounds like a wise man." The teacher commented. "I am Mr. Lancer, and I will be your english teacher for the duration of your high school career. I understand you're staying with a relative?"
"Correct, I'm living with my cousin while I reside here in Amity Park." I explained.
He stared at me for a moment. "Pardon me for being amazed, but I've never heard a teenager speak so formally and grammatically correct."
Oops. "Well, I was raised in a Catholic boarding school for the majority of my schooling. They had very strict mannerisms, and it was considered appropriate to speak to adults in a respectful and disciplined manner." I lied smoothly.
The late bell rang. "I don't want to embarrass you by forcing an introduction to the class, nor waste time by doing so...go ahead and take a seat over there on the left." He pointed.
Students poured into the classroom like a herd of cattle. They all took their seats, and I received a few glances of interest, however upon seeing my normality the glances were quickly shifted to the more attractive and popular girls in the class.
Mr. Lancer began his lesson on Homer's epic poem, The Iliad. About ten minutes into the lecture about the Trojan War, and annotation of Homer's story, a kid knocked on the classroom door. Mr. Lancer opened it, and in fell none-other than the ghost kid himself, Danny Fenton.
My eyes narrowed, and they locked with Daniel's as he struggled to blurt out an excuse to Mr. Lancer. A puff of blue air escaped from his lips, and he coughed to cover it up.
"I'll see you in detention, Mr. Fenton." Lancer finished. Danny took a seat across the room from me, and glanced around suspiciously. I cursed Vlad for giving me a defective device, and had to come up with a plan B for the rest of the day. And then there was a loud crash from outside the room, taking the attention off of the lecture and into the panic of the students.
It's about to get fun :)
