This chapter it's Home from Beauty and The Beast, as well as Almost again. It's really sad this one. All my own work :D. Implied abuse here.


It had been a week, before she found out he was Fenton, too. He couldn't last for more than three days without food or water in ghost form, no form of rest other than sleep, and he couldn't. He just really couldn't.

The nightmares were there, waiting just under the surface to attack him. He couldn't sleep for fear he'd dream of his parents. They'd be looking for him. And they'd hate him when they found out how weak he really was. How used and disgusting he was.

He slept once. He changed back to Fenton unknowingly, and then Paulina woke him. She was hurt, angry because, "We're in love and you don't tell me?"

After she found out she made him stay as Phantom with this bracelet. Danny eventually understood it to be like a Spector Deflector, only it shocked him if he tried to change back. He'd tried so many times, but he would get to the rings then he'd be unable to get past them, volts of electricity racing under his skin. He'd jerk and writhe in pain as Paulina simply tsked and told him he wasn't allowed to do that. She would simply stroke his hair with calming hands, which he couldn't even pull his head away from for fear she would just suddenly grab instead and pull.

Outside of the beach house she'd put a ghost shield; he couldn't leave even if he was human.

Of course, if he'd worked for long enough, he would have escaped if Paulina hadn't whispered to him one Saturday when he was crying and begging her to stop as she worked towards her release, "If you ever leave me, I'll kill myself,"

And he couldn't live with himself if he was responsible for one human's death, even if they were as twisted and sick as Paulina.

His life was a constant torture.


"Today is the anniversary of the disappearance of Daniel Fenton and Danny Phantom," the reporter was solemn as she stared into the camera with solemn teal eyes, her blonde hair clipped back and perfect as the rain tumbled down around her, "The Guys In White and Police only six months ago agreed that the disappearance of the two was linked. However, they are unsure of why Phantom took young Daniel. Today, we say goodbye to Daniel Fenton, and give him a ceremony to say goodbye,"

"It was so sad," Paulina commented, lying against Danny's chest, pulling one of his arms around around her waist as he watched the T.V with solemn blue eyes, black hair dancing in front of them. He hummed in reply, not looking at her.

"I cried a lot," Paulina continued, running her hands through her hair, "Dash did too. You remember how I told you about how he'd had a crush on you since you were a sophomore, right?"

Danny hummed again in reply, resting his head against the corner of the couch. He had gotten taller in the year, his hair shaggier and his face thinner. Paulina fed him well, she made sure of it, but he also worked out. She had often witnessed it herself; watching him punch and kick, sweat streaming down his skin and into his green eyes. He didn't stop though, unless she told him.

She sighed, her hair tickling his wiry chest as she leaned against it, sighing happily. It was at rare moments Danny was warm underneath her like this, and she was only letting him be human for an hour.

"There were some touching words from his friends, and even enemies," the reporter continued.

Paulina squealed excitedly as she was shown on the screen, "Look! Don't I look pretty?" She had curled her hair especially for the occasion, a DP symbol hanging from a charm bracelet she wore on her right wrist. Her eyes were gather with tears as she lifted her lace hand to her mouth after her voice broke in the middle of her sentence, "I sorry...I wasn't the nicest person to Danny when he was here, and I wish I could have the time to re-do it," The Paulina who was with Danny at the present moment turned and smiled at him, before turning back to the screen, "And it's so horrible that I can't. But, I'm going to help his memory live on, by treating others better than I should have in the first place," the Paulina on the tv's lips parted, revealing perfect white teeth as she brushed at the tears collected in the corner of her eyes, "Phantom showed me that much too," and the picture stopped, another voice speaking.

Paulina switched the T.V off, leering at Danny. His eyes were focused on her, watching intently. She loved it when he did that; it was as though he was staring into her eyes and seeing her soul. She sighed dreamily, and Danny quickly turned away, his already pale skin turning even more so. She trailed her fingers over it, noting the way he shivered under her touch; it proved he felt something when she touched him (and it wasn't fear, or disgust, she knew it wasn't. He was growing to love her, he would love her).

"I was wearing the same leather jacket I was wearing when we me made love for the first time," Paulina breathed, spreading her hand and moving it lower over Danny's porcelain skin, her brown tanned one a stark contrast.

Danny made a noise in the back of his throat, grabbing her hand. His eyes were wide, wild even as he whispered, pleaded almost, "But it's not Saturday,"

His breathing was heavy as Paulina leaned up to kiss him again, his lips parting easily, before she whispered into his mouth, "But it's a special occasion,"

His breathing hitched, and he froze under her, leaving her free to do what she liked. She knew he was growing to love it.


He didn't.

He hated it. He never wanted it to be her, never her to be his first. He didn't want his first to be like that either. He wanted it to be soft, and sweet, not painful and begging for her to stop. He hated the immense pleasure she took in what she called love making; to him it was like he was sticking a thousand needles into his skin over and over again. When it came to release it was so much worse, it was burning hot and painful, and he could feel the shame leaking form his eyes in the form of tears. And Paulina would kiss them away, her tongue flickering out as she whispered, "I love how you cry,"

Today was no different.

It would be better if he had something to distract him from Paulina's pants and gasps, something to quench the pain for just a moment. Even the dull monotonous tone of a news reader, but Paulina would never allow it. Like she would never allow him to go home. The thought brought even more tears to his eyes, and Paulina leaned down to kiss them away as she rocked.

He hated her. With all his heart and soul he honestly hated her.

I hate you.

Paulina stopped and stared at him. Her eyes were wide in her pretty face (not violet), hurt filling them, "What?"

Danny stared back, his own eyes as wide as hers. Had he actaually said that out loud? By the look on Paulina's face, it was pretty clear he had. She stood up. completely naked. Danny couldn't help the grown of relief as the pai dissapeared, He quickly quieted, however, when he saw the absoulute fury written on Paulina;s face as she glared down at him, "Apologise,"

He simply stared back, before looking down, "I'm sorry,"

She smiled and leaned down to touch his cheek, seemingly ignoring the weteness from his tears as she kissed his mouth again, "Good boy. I love you,"

I hate you.


Danny waited until she left before he ventured up stairs again. He gingerly avoided sitting on the floor where the...torture, had taken place, preferring not to be near anything that reminded him of Paulina. He spent as little time as he could in the pink room, ever since she had decided to let him out of his prison and give him the house.

He sat on the leather sofa, black underneath him as he quietly switched on the tv. He flisked hrough the channels with an expert eye, ignoring the random flashes of names untoil he came to the news channel. It was repeating the segements from earlier, his being one of them. Paulina repeated her speech, ever the sorrowful shallow girl, before it moved onto the people he wanted to see the most.

All of them had longer hair, except for the two men. And all were looking sad. The black haired one was crying the most, burying her face in the techno geek's shoulder. It was a shame- he would have loved to have seen her face. Jazz was staring sorrowfully at her feet, face hidden also as she grasped Tucker's hand. Danny ignored them though, settling on one pair of eyes, eyes that were staring directly at him through the tv. They were violet, the face more lined than he remembered, and her hair graying slightly at the roots.

His fingertips grazed the screen as he stared at his mother, at the girl he thought he loved, at who he had called his best friend, his father, Jazz, his mother. THey were strangers to him now, but he longed to be with them, even though he knew how disgusted they would be, and how much they would hate him.

He wanted to go home.

But this was his home now.

A/N- I know it's short and should be working on Jar Of Hearts, but this is my side project. Promise. It's just something for when i have writers block.