Disclaimer: These aren't my characters, they belong to Butch Hartman. This is a collab with Kazul9.

Help Unwanted

"Danny!" Sam cried. I stopped and turned around.

"What?" I asked. We were by the lockers and Tucker was right behind her. I knew that they were pitying me right now. Sam frowned and pushed her short hair back.

"Why don't we go to Nasty Burger or to the mall?" she suggested.

"I just want to go home," I said.

"I know that you-" she started saying but I cut her off.

"No, Sam, you don't know anything." I replied.

"I know more than you think." Sam glared me down with her violet-colored eyes.

"I know I'm being a jerk—Sorry! But I need to go home." And with that, I took off running to the parking lot. I looked for my beat-up Ford Focus and got in quickly. Taking in deep breaths, I turned on the ignition and started driving home. The streets of Amity Park became a blur to me. I was seeking, in vain, something that would keep me from going insane. Everyone expected me to save them. How could I save them when I was a monster too?

I made it to my house and was surprised to see my parent's van gone. They usually were here unless they'd gone ghost hunting. I parked and took out my keys to open the door.

"Hello?" My voice echoed around the empty room. "Mom? Dad? Jazz?"

I saw a note sticking out with my name for it.

For Danny:

Jazz…she was attacked, son. By a ghost! Damn—Darn, I mean. So your mom and I are at the hospital with her…she's not too bad. She says that she's okay but I think she's trying to be strong. Bless her heart. We'll be back tomorrow. Take care, there's money for pizza.

Love, Dad.

You could see where the writing got messy due to a shaky hand. I remember the ghost saying something about ghosts' hunters. Was he talking about my parents? Could I've stopped the attack? Now, Jazz's hurt. I shook my head and groan. I left the money at the table; I was feeling too sick to try to eat anything. I stomped my way to my room anger, and depression increasing with each step. I really wanted to punch something or someone. Or both, perhaps. Sighing, I plopped myself down on my bed. I curled myself around my blankets, deep in thought. Whatever I did, life always tried to give me a nasty surprise. First my powers act up, I blow up half the ghost zone, and I hurt Sam. Now, I didn't go ghost and my sister was injured. I clutched my head in frustration. What was I supposed to do now? Everyone was expecting me, Danny Phantom, to make a comeback. For two years, I haven't gone ghost or used my powers. Two hard and long years. There hadn't been any ghost attacks until now. Life couldn't get any worse.

"Well, hello there, Daniel." A familiar voice said. Oh, no. This wasn't possible. No, it couldn't be.

"Vlad," I growled. "I thought you were dead."

"Don't you mean hoping?" The sinister figure teased. He was in his ghost form, floating next to my window.

"That too." How did he survive?

"Well, sorry to disappoint you, Daniel," Vlad said. "Don't you want how I survived?"

"I don't really care." I replied.

"Well, Daniel," he started anyway. "I was stuck on an asteroid for ages until of course, a ghost portal opened up.

"I took the opportunity and flew the around the ghost zone until finding a portal that led to Amity Park. I heard some interesting rumors, too. Like that there's a powerful half-ghost called the Great Ghost." I didn't like where this was going. I was already dealing with enough crap.

"So you thought they were talking about you?"

"But of course! Who else would be as powerful or feared? Sadly, they were talking about Danny Phantom." I stiffed at the mention of my alter ego's name.

"It seems that you're powers are gradually increasing," he said. "This could be useful."

"Okay, you crazy fruit loop," I said. "What are you planning?"

"Aw, Daniel, I thought you knew me better."

"What are you planning?"

"Nothing short of revenge on the world that turned its back on me, my boy," he replied, his expression growing somber.

"You turned your back on it, first." I said, remembering how he revealed his identity and demanded to be supreme ruler of Earth so he would save it. Thinking this just added fuel to my burning anger.

"No, boy, I was doing it for personal reasons." Vlad explained.

"Selfish reasons, you mean." I replied.

"Daniel, you don't know, I was looking out for number one. Surely, you can't blame me for it."

"You know what? I can't deal with you right now." I said.

"What are you doing to do? Make me leave? Ha!" Vlad said.

"Vlad, get out." I didn't back down.

"Says the boy who hasn't gone ghost for two years." He said as I glared him down. "There's also another rumor going around in the ghost zone." Vlad said.

"What?"

"The most powerful and evil ghost of all time it's stuck in time…in a Fenton Thermos." I froze. I couldn't move my muscles at all. If he knew…if he could tell from my expression.

"The rumor, it's true," Vlad deducted from looking at my face. No, this couldn't be happening. This was the last straw.

"Leave, now," I said.

"Daniel, I could help you control your powers, we could rule together."

"You're one messed-up fruit loop," I spat out; a ray of red light then hit me. I landed against the wall and I had the air knocked out of me. I stood up, angrier than before.

"How are you going to send me away, huh?" he taunted.

"How are you going to protect yourself? Your friends and family?" He knew he struck a nerve. Did he know about Jazz's attack? "How are you going to protect that Goth-girl of yours?" I was furious now.

"Don't you dare touch her or anyone else."

"Aw, who's going to stop me?"

"Get. Out. Now." I drew out every word as I growled.

"Or what?"

"Leave now!"

"That Goth-Girl might have an accident," he taunted.

"LEAVE NOW!"

The raw energy and anger couldn't be contained anymore. I screamed and my eyes turned green. A huge burst of green light came from me. Vlad went through a wall and all the windows of the house cracked. My eyes went back to normal and even worse, I didn't feel weak. I looked at the damage and gasped. My windows were slightly cracked and I had a feeling they weren't the only ones. The building next to me had Vlads's outline where he hit so hard he left a dent. On a brick building. I dropped to me knees. What was going on with me?

I had the feeling this wasn't the last time I would see Vlad and the worst was yet to come.

A/N: Like I said, Vlad isn't dead, and Danny's powers are developing. Sorry, it took us so long to get this chapter up. Enjoy! Reviews are love 3