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Chapter 1:

*Weakness and terrible discoveries*

After a bit more screaming, we both settled a bit down. Okay, so this is what happened, I told myself, I killed the moron, got struck by a lightning, turned into some kind of young Dan, figured out that I've been split up in two different persons, and... My foot sat the wrong way?

I looked at my foot. It really sat the wrong way.

"I really don't think my foot is meant to sit that way..." I told Angel-me. "Or what do you think? The funny part is that it doesn't hurt..."

"Lucky you! My whole body hurts a lot. Especially my foot!" He looked slightly annoyed. I just smiled, because I soon figured out what happened.

"Hehe, I get the scratches and YOU get the pain! Awesome for me!"

He looked a little more annoyed. It's actually a lot more interesting to annoy yourself than I thought. I wondered if I could annoy him more than already...

Unfortunately, he didn't let me. The little angel, as I already had begun to call him in my head, answered me before I could begin to make any funny jokes about his wings.

"Yeah, funny. But YOU will be the one who needs to get his foot sitting correctly."

He got a point there... "But if you get the pain..." I smiled slightly as an idea came to my head. "Then what happens if I..." I quickly sat down and took a grab in my foot and quickly turned it so it sat correctly.

Okay... He did not get the pain.

"AAAUUUUCHH!" I wailed. "AUCH! FUCK IT HURTS!"

He looked at me with a little disgust. "I don't think that was very clever. You tried to make MY foot hurt didn't you?" He looked a little pissed. Okay I DID succeed in making him more annoyed. Point to me!

"And what if I did?" I said angrily. "It didn't work anyway!" SHIT, that hurt! Note to self; do NOT twist around foot for the fun of it! I looked up again, and realized that "the little angel" looked down at me, with this disgusted expression of his, which actually was beginning to annoy me like hell. Did he always have to look at me like that?

"What?" I snarled. He looked thoughtfully down at me a moment more, before he answered my question.

"You're not Dan..." He said.

"Um no, as I already told you!" I hissed. Why couldn't this fuck of an angel just leave me alone?

"And you don't look like my former body..." he continued slowly.

"Hey, not YOUR body!" I said feeling provoked. "It was mine too, remember?"

He ignored my little statement of fact, and said: "Then you must be... A demon!"

Okay, this dude really needed help.

"Oh yeah," I said sarcastic, "then I MUST be a demon. Of course! How did I NOT see that?" I was trying to say something more, but he quickly interrupted me. "Good, then we're agreeing. Now what?"

Hmm... He actually HAD some sense of humor... or kind of.

"Now we can call you an angel. If I'm a demon, then you're an angel. End of that." I said. To my irritation, he just nodded and actually seemed to like that nickname. Gosh, I already hated that dude! Ha, ha, I hate myself!

"I need to ask you a question," he suddenly said, calling me back to reality, "Are you good or evil?"

I just stared at him. What kind of question was that? 'Are you good or evil?' That little..! Of course I was... Well... Uh... What was I?"

"Um..." I said. Obviously not the best answer.

"I knew it! You got all the evil of my former body! Just listen at yourself! You talk like an evil, your laugh like an evil, you act like an evil, your humor is dark LIKE AN EVIL, holy mother, you even look like an evil!"

"Yeah, because looking evil is clearly a crime!" I said angrily. How dared he to judge me? Then the whole fucked up situation took a new step to hell.

"Then prepare yourself!" He declared, lifting up a fist, glowing in light blue energy, the same color as his eyes. Before I knew what happened, he swung the fist of his, smacking me down at the grass.

"What the...!" I said, too shocked to really react before the next fist hit my face. "I don't want to fig..." I managed to say before an ectoblast shot me further away from my attacker. Okay, if he wanted fight, he would surely get FIGHT! I quickly jumped to my feet, hand glowing in red ectoenergy, a pretty nice color if anyone asks, and shot the angel dude in the stomach. He oofed and fell backward, which gave me time to get ready for round two.

The fight continued for a long, long time. We both seemed to be weaker than we were as one person, clearly because of our little separation.

In the end, I tried to use my ghostly wail, hoping to shut him up. I'd totally forget that I didn't want to fight. All I could think of was to get rid if this idiotic little brat, who thought that he was oh, so fantastic!

My ghostly wail was gone.

All I managed to do was screaming like a bitch, losing my energy, and transform to what felt like my human self... Or some kind of. He stopped the attack and looked down at me, expression more disgusted than ever.

"Even in human form, you look evil," He said. I looked up at him from the ectoblood-covered grass I sat in, feeling like I was going to die. I felt weaker than ever. He continued. "I really thought that you would have figured out, that, because of our separation, we're no longer as strong as before. The ghostly wail has clearly become too much for us to use. You're not only a demon, you're an idiot too. I'm feeling ashamed to have once been the same person as you. And if I ever, let me repeat, EVER see you near Amity again, I will not hold myself back for ending your life. Understood?"

I just nodded. I had nothing to add, no funny comments or pissed of attitudes. I just felt so weak...

"Now, get out of my sight!" He snarled. The look at his face told me that he was holding himself back from blasting me to atoms. It made me feel like I was the good dude, and HE was the evil one. Despite my tiredness and pain, I actually succeeded to get on my feet and walk away, into the nearby wood, getting further away from Amity Park and my home. I felt miserable enough to make Spectra look like a baby forever! I lost to myself. I. Lost. To MYSELF! Tears tried to make their way down my cheeks, but I managed to hold them back. I never felt that miserable before. Not even when I met Spectra and Bernard for the first time, during the Casper High Spirit Week.

What was I going to do now? I couldn't go home. I couldn't go to the ghost zone, because I had no portal, I couldn't just walk around forever either... So where? I looked at my reflection at a lake in the wood and got a terrible shock. As if I hadn't got enough of those already!

My human self didn't look like a human.

The skin had turned nearly white, my ears pointy. My eyes were blood red and my hair had lost its luster. But the worst part was my teeth. They looked longer and sharper than in my new ghost form, sharper than Dan's actually. My face was covered in bruises and my hair was messy, during to the fight.

My misery increased.

I was no longer a human.

I was a vampire.

Or my human half was. My ghost half was, well, a ghost.

The tears finally begun to trickle down my cheeks. I needed company. And there was actually only one person in the whole world I felt I could talk to right now, Evil or not.

With a lot of painful effort, I accomplished to morph into my ghost self and fly off. The flight took a heck of time, mostly during to my weakened state. I really felt like just giving up and lying down to die. But something inside of me maked me continue.

I was lucky that I didn't meet any ghosts on the way. If anybody had shown up, I would've been a piece of cake to kill. Heck even the BOX GHOST would've been able to turn of the miserable spark of life of mine at that terrible time.

It felt like centuries passed, before I finally got to my destination. I lifted my hand to knock on the door.

And then I stopped.

What was I doing? I surely shouldn't be seeking help HERE of all places, at HIM!

I slowly turned around to fly off again, but paralyzed at the sound of the door opening behind me. I gulped and turned around again.

He just stood in the opening of the door and looked at me. Arrogant, strong and curios at the same time.

My archenemy. Vlad.

I tried to back up but failed. The last thing I remember was Vlad's surprised outburst, the well known feeling of the transformation and the not so well known feeling of Vlad's arms catching me when I fell move less into him.