Me: I started this piece while I had writers block and writing My Mate. I think you guys will like it.

Vlad: Anime does not own Danny Phantom.

Danny: warning explicit content.

Gore the ghost bunny: Time to start.

A Second Chance

Everything was black. What had happened? Where was he? The last thing he remembered was floating around in space. He had been starving, but then again he had been there for a whole year. If it wasn't for his ghost half he would probably be dead now. Maybe he was. Then again, that wouldn't explain why he felt the tug of gravity as he laid on a cold hard surface.

All was silent for a moment. Then he began to notice small sounds echoing around him. What were they? He strained to listen. Footsteps. A small squeaking sound. Running water. Wait, water? There was not water in space. What the hell was going on? He heard the footsteps again. They were coming closer to where he lay. They stopped. Suddenly he was drenched with ice cold water. He sat up quickly, sputtering and coughing as he tried to breath.

"What the hell? Where am I?!" Vlad gasped.

He was on the floor of a large circular room. The curving walls were lined with shelves and cabinets. The cabinets were overflowing with jars. Each filled to the brim with odd looking liquid and solid substances. The entire space was cramped, cluttered, and… dusty. The only thing he could compare it to was a witch's version of the Fenton's laboratory.

"Stand up Vladimir."

A woman's voice resonated from somewhere above where he was sitting. He looked up. She was beautiful. About twenty years of age; she had long black hair, fair skin, and emerald green eyes. Her fashion sense wasn't really what Vlad liked though. She wore a steampunk red and black sleeveless trench coat; buckles sewn into the fabric to hold it together and add a bit of a decorative flare, a black lace tank top, black skinny jeans, and a pair of black steampunk combat boots.

"Are you just gonna lie there and stare or are you gonna get up?" She said while tapping her foot impatiently.

"Who are you?" Vlad asked as he climbed to his feet.

"Nanami. But you can call me Nami." She chuckled, "Or master. Whichever you prefer."

Master? Who the hell did this girl think she was?! Vlad Masters called no one master. It seemed that he would have to put this girl, Nanami, in her place. She smirked.

"Don't think so highly of yourself. You won't be Vlad Masters for much longer."

"What?"

She laughed, "Just how stupid are you?" Vlad made a noise of indignity at her comment. She ignored him and continued. "Vladimir, think about it. You blackmailed the entire earth, in slight of an unreachable goal. You so much as step into either the human world or the ghost zone and you'll be killed. Wiped from existence permanently."

Vlad growled. He was liking this girl (Nanami he reminded himself) less and less with each passing second. But he had to admit, she had a point. That was why he had remained in space for so long. Because he couldn't return to earth. Wait a moment. How had he gotten here in the first place? Vlad made to voice his concerns aloud. Nami beat him to it.

"I have brought you to my temporary home in Salem, Oregon. You see Vladimir, your ghost half may have stunted your need for food or water for a while, but your human half still required sustenance. So I rescued you."

Vlad stared at Nami incredulously. She had saved him? She knew about the blackmailing fiasco, and yet she still chose to aid him?

"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to stare, Vladimir?" Vlad glanced away quickly and fought down an embarrassed flush. He noticed a plate of food on a nearby table. Vlad suddenly became very much aware of his growling stomach. "Eat Vladimir. You're going to need your strength. We have a lot of work to do."

"And what would that be?" He asked as he began to shovel food into his mouth. Table manners be damned. He was starving! He ate quickly, and soon the plate was sparkling clean. Vlad felt as if he had ingested an entire banquet instead of a small plate of food. It made him wonder, just what was in that food?

Nami waited patiently for him to finish before she answered his question. "First of all you will need a new identity," she said as though it were the simplest thing in the world. She turned her back to Vlad. And in a monotone said, "I am going to have offer you my apologies in advance Vladimir."

"Why?"

"This is going to hurt." Before he had time to ask her what she meant, she snapped her fingers. Pain flooded his body. White hot, blinding pain. A scream tore from his throat and he collapsed to the floor. Twitching in agony. Through the pain he could feel his limbs shrinking. What the hell? What was happening to him? Then, as suddenly as the pain began, it stopped. Vlad lay on the ground, greedily sucking in as much oxygen as possible. Shakily, he pushed himself into a sitting position. "What…?" He gasped. "What did you do to me?"

"I disguised you. See?" Nami motioned to a full length mirror Vlad had not noticed there before. Reflected in the glass was a handsome teenage boy of about sixteen. He had long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, wore a black formfitting t-shirt, dark wash jeans, and plain black worker's boots. This must be a trick. Vlad lifted his right hand and waved. The boy in the mirror did the same. No! There was no boy. It was a mirror for God's sake! In the mirror, that was him! That girl had transformed him into a teenage boy with just a snap of her fingers!

Vlad began to quiver. This girl… She… she wasn't human. She wasn't a ghost either though. No! He had to get ahold of himself. Vlad Masters didn't quiver! HE feared no one! Not even Pariah Dark the ghost king. Vlad was furious now. He jumped to his feet, grabbed the young woman by the shoulders and slammed her into the nearest wall; one that wasn't covered with selves. She showed no reaction to his rash behavior other than a bored expression. This in turn, made Vlad even more furious.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?!" He roared.

While examining her nail in a rather bored manner Nami said, "I transformed you into a sixteen year old boy obviously. This way you'll be able to have a fresh start. You're not Vlad Masters anymore. The world doesn't know you, 'Vander Masterson'. Think of this as your second chance."

Second chance? What the hell? Why was Nanami going through this much trouble for him? What did she hope to get out of it? Not that Vlad was complaining. No, 'Vander' wasn't complaining. But…

"Why?"

"Let's just say I'm 'too nice for my own good', okay. Now then…" She removed herself from 'Vander's' grip and walked over to a cluttered table. "…as you know your new name is Vander Masterson." She turned back to Vlad and handed a file filled with paperwork. "You are now the only son of Julie and Samuel Masterson, both of whom have recently passed away. The fortune you had as Vlad Masters has been transferred to their joint bank account, which has been left to you upon their deathbed. And your 'parents' have named me as your guardian. I am listed as your third cousin, twice removed."

Vlad's head was spinning with all the information Nami had given him. He now had a fresh start. Sure now that he was a teenager he had limited freedom, and he had ultimately lost his chance at Maddie. But then again he lost that battle when he blackmailed the earth. So, this wasn't so bad. At least he still had his ghost powers. And he did have them; he could feel the ghostly energy running through his veins. But the question still remained… how had she managed all of this?

Nami sighed, "Vladimir, you're a smart man. Surely youcan figure out that I am nothing more than a humble sorceress." Vlad gawked. Sorceress? She was a sorceress? She sighed again. "Honestly Vladimir, you're pathetic. Well, whatever. Come, we have to get ready."

Vlad decided to ignore the comment about him being pathetic. "Get ready for what?

"To move into our new home."

"New home? Where exactly is our new home?"

Nami stood with her back to Vlad. But even so, the man turned teenage boy, could sense the smile on her face. "Why, to Amity Park of course."

Me: Every time I create a new female character I always want to name her Nanami. I just love that name.

Vlad: Understandable, it is a very lovely name.

Nami: Awe, how flattering Vladimir.

Vlad: I saidyour name was lovely, not you.

Danny: You better watch it Vlad. I have a feeling you're going to be suffering greatly in this story.

Vlad: Not true, right Anime? Anime?

Me: *tries to hide evil smirk*

Vlad: ANIME!

Gore the plot bunny: Please review.