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Let me know if it sounds any good. I'm passionate about this idea, but not sure if I delivered it in a way that the readers may like.

I remember that night so vividly. Every intricate detail is permanently engraved into my brain. From the screams of distress to the distant metallic smell of freshly spilt blood. From the pleas to cease and desist to the overpowering feeling to just lay my head on the ground in defeat and let a permanent form of sleep claim me.

My name is Eri, for that's what I am; a protector. I protect the people from the ectoplasmic beings that haunt this city. I took over his job when he left, broken and defeated. It was normal for me. I simply continued what I used to do alongside him, only alone this time.

After I was saved from my impending death I did away with the teenage gothic girl everyone knew. I stripped myself of my childhood and learned to grow up faster than I really should have. Every year I place black roses on the grave that bares my given name, because I know deep down part of me is dead. I mourn her loss and her accomplishments that died in vain with her. I am no longer her and she is no longer me. I am now Eri, the 'awake one' in Hebrew; and how appropriate the name is for me.

Before I was eighteen I helped evacuate the city of Amity Park and began my training.

I was to be the new ghost hunter, the new heroine. For the old hero fled, taking his resentment and anger with him and leaving behind his humanity with me. I took on the responsibility to protect it as well. He was dark, evil and oh so spiteful. Of course, wouldn't you be too, if you witnessed the love of your life die before your very eyes, unable to do anything but watch as the one thing you cared so much for was ripped from the world?

I know how he feels, for as I clung to life with my last dying breaths, I witnessed his own death. I watched as his humanity died with me and he opened his eyes, reborn, and so vengeful. I witnessed as he became the one person he feared most, the one thing he tried so hard not to be. Only more powerful, for I knew his human side still existed. Not his humanity, just the shell of the boy who meant so good for the world. He was nothing more than a life force for the evil half to feed off of.

I remember when my killer fled; terrified of the being he helped aid into existence. He came to me, clutching me close to his being, my breath shallow and near nonexistent. He held me close and with his last ounce of compassion, confessed his undying love for me.

'Without you, I am nothing.'

To this day his words still haunt me, and my lips still burn from where he kissed me so gentle and delicate. He quickly took to the skies, believing me dead, and took me to the only two people he trusted more than myself. He begged them to bury me, for his shattered heart could not do it. He fled, leaving behind his family, friends and the city he knew so well. From that moment on Danny Phantom was no more. There was only Dan; Dan Phantom. His evil-self taking over as he searched the globe for my killer.

His parents brought me back to life, healed me and restored my heart beat. But what good is a heart if the one it beats for is gone? Just as dead as you were so close to becoming. We faked my death, just in case my would-be-killer should return to finish the job and I took on the name Eri.

Now, as I am one of the few left here in this God forsaken city I sense a changing in the winds. HE is coming back to finish what he started, and I know Dan isn't too far behind him. It won't be long until both ghosts meet and duel. I have been the leader of the ghost resistance for years now and hang from a thin thread, ready to alert my comrades for a battle to end all. A battle that will finally bring my love home to me, so that my aching soul can finally be put to rest with its mate.

How I longed to see his eyes again. Not the red ones that signified his darker half, the half that now terrorizes the world with his abilities. Nor the electric green ones that boldly stated he was the hero we all worshiped humbly years ago. No, I longed to see the electric blue eyes, the ones that pulled me in with their soft current and took over my emotions with waves of concern and compassion. The same blue eyes that represented my friend, my confidant and soul mate. How I long to gaze upon them again and loose myself in the memories of the past, before all this took place, permanently separating us.

I looked up to the sky now, the black and green clouds swirling above the city and casting an ominous atmosphere into the night. He is near. I could feel him as if we were once again teenagers. We had always had a psychic connection, even then I felt it. Only when I was ripped from him and I witnessed his emotional death did I feel it as strong as his fingers caressing my face.

He was coming and soon he would once again wreak havoc on the city that made him the way he was. I only wondered if he would notice me now. I had changed from the girl he once knew, the girl he believed dead. Would he look into my eyes and see the best friend he loved so dear? Our souls coming together like kindred spirits once again made whole? Or would he look past them and see an enemy? Disposing of me just as easily?

I pull the ghost sword from my back and stand tall atop the op-center of Fenton Works. Should he attack me, I'd be ready. I was alive, and never more prepared for anything in my life. I had spent the greater part of three years preparing for this battle to take place. I was going to bring my friend back home to the life he left behind, or die by his hands trying.

I gave a silent prayer, hoping some bit of humanity remained deep within him that he would still remember me. Still love me like he had all those years ago.

I feel him, now closer than ever. The anger and hatred that drives him to destroy and seek revenge to all those that have wronged us both; but beneath that, I still feel the boy I once knew and loved. I feel the pain, the sorrow, of a man done wrong and forced to suffer.

A smile spreads across my lips as I hear the all familiar sound of his ghostly wail. It strikes the air viciously and warns all those surviving that their maker is here. The heels to my thigh high latex black boots click on the metal of the roof as I stand tall and proud. I am alive for this reason and this reason alone.

"COME AND GET ME!" I call into the dead of night, throwing my arms out in a welcoming manner, begging HIM to come and find me. For wherever HE is Dan won't be too far behind.

I've been waiting for you for so long now. I'm waiting for you Danny…Sam is waiting for you.

I surrender my heart over to death,
For without you, I am nothing,
And as you take your final breath,
Know I will avenge you!

The last four lines above are from my poem that will play such a significant role in this story. Assuming everybody wishes me to continue. You make the call. Mind you, this is just the prologue.

I wrote this a while ago and took it down because I was so lost on where I wanted to take it, but I seemed to have gotten all the kinks worked out and have a pretty good story written out, if I do say so myself. I just hope enough people like it, it'll be dark, but the ending will be worth waiting for.

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