OMG! I finished this chapter! Yayz! ^w^ It's quite the accomplishment for me you know…XD I do hope you guys enjoy it, 'cause it's gonna be a while 'til I can get another chapter done…Oh, and responses to some reviews first! (BTDubs guyz, you can skip over this little area if you want, just look for the non-bold letters! XD)

Catgirlghost: I've actually seen it. I might take some details for it…but I'm completely ignoring the last episodes. I seriously wished that they made the Noah's Ark arc in the anime. I woulda drooled all over those guys…instead of screamin' 'WTF?' every few seconds. .'

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Disclaimer: I own neither Danny Phantom nor Black Butler. If I did, we would have all seen Joker, Doll, Beast, Knives, and the rest of those first class guys, instead of the HUGE middle-finger we got from Hannah in the second anime.

Vlad woke up in the ruins of what was once his home. He felt his head to try and remember what happened, but it felt…wet? He looked at his hand, and saw that it was covered in crimson blood. His hand shakes as he begins to remember.

'Daniel.'

He looks around frantically; he didn't care if his head hurt, or if his body hurt. He had to find him. Everything flashed through his mind.

He was able to pull out Daniel's ghost half, and was suddenly thrown back. He remembered looking up at the angered Phantom and remembered the shiver that ran down his fine when he saw his eyes. They were cold.

Bloodthirsty.

He remembered an immense pain course through his entire body, and remembered passing out for a few minutes. It was like he was being ripped apart, molecule by molecule.

The next thing he remembered was Daniel dragging him away from the fire near his legs. For some reason, he couldn't move because of fear. He could tell that Daniel considered him a coward at that point, but he didn't care.

Next he remembered a bright light as both he and Daniel were thrown against the wall. It looked like Daniel had taken the brunt of the blast and was bleeding.

'Dammit,' he remembered thinking. 'This wasn't supposed to happen!'

He, with a complete lack of clarity, considers calling the other ghosts in to save them both and gets up to call them, but something hit the back of his head and the last thing he could remember was the laughter of the ghost floating towards Daniel, and the bright light that always comes when you're hit in the head.

He got up and started digging as quickly as possible, hoping that Daniel was still okay…still alive. He kept at it for hours, and continued even when his hands and arms were bloody and raw.

He considered calling the police or something, but he wouldn't be able to reach them until he re-built some sort of generator first. He didn't care. Finding Daniel was the most important.

Finally, around midnight, he was able to unearth where the lab should have been. Rocks and rubble covered it all, and it was all charred and burnt. He used every bit of strength to dig it up, and was now facing a particularly large piece of rubble. Vlad felt something in the back of his throat. He felt that if he moved this rock, something would happen…after all, it was the last place that he had seen Daniel.

He blinked multiple times, and finally resolved to move it. He took a deep breath and heaved.

The rock barely budged.

Vlad felt fatigue take over as he fell over, against the boulder.

Why? Why was he so…weak? He was supposed to protect young Daniel! He was going to separate his ghost half to help him! …instead, that boy protected him. Even when he knew he could've run.

Something built up inside of him. He stood up once more, and using whatever strength he had, he reached under the boulder and lifted. His body shook, his head hurt twice as much, but the boulder was finally out of the way.

What he saw was both hopeful…but heartbreaking at the same time. Daniel's body was not under there, which gave him some bit of relief for a second, for if he was under that boulder, he would have been crushed. However, when Vlad took a closer look underneath, there was a puddle of blood. It was a very large puddle of blood.

There's no way anyone could survive for any length of time with that much blood lose.

Vlad sank to his knees. He put his hands over his head, and did something that he had not down in years; for the first time in years, he wailed.

He didn't cry when he lost his chance to marry Maddie. He didn't care when he loss at his second chance with Maddie…nor his third, fourth, or any other chance. He didn't even shed a tear when he found out that they were all killed, because he knew that he would at least be able to have her son. But this time, when he's surrounded by absolutely nothing, when he'd lost the last thing he'd ever cared about, he screamed. He wailed until his throat was bloody and dry, he cursed his and Daniel's fate, and finally fell over, completely exhausted.

The next thing he knew, he was looking up at a white ceiling, in a bed. He knew he was in a hospital. He didn't bother to get up. He didn't bother to even move. What was the use? He didn't have anything to live for. He didn't have any reason to care. But it was then that he heard an echoing voice from the corner.

"That's it then?" it asked. It was feminine, and he recognized her voice. "You're just going to give up?"

He glanced over at her. What was her name? He may have had more control over the ghosts, but he didn't bother to learn a lot of their names. She had red hair that gave off the impression of horns, with a matching red suit. Was her name…Spectra? Maybe that was it…but something was different about her, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

She sighed, "You're probably thinking why I'm here, and not someone who you usually had to run your errands…like Skulker perhaps?"

Vlad wasn't thinking that in the slightest, in fact, he was actually trying to figure out what was off about her.

"Well, since he hadn't heard anything from you in a few weeks, he wanted to check on you. You know, to see if he could capture the ghost boy or something," she continued. "However, he couldn't get out. And seeing as though I was already out of the portal, and I can sense misery…so they decided to send me."

Vlad didn't respond, but his mind was getting a little clearer. "You're not Spectra," was all he said.

The 'ghost' in front of him stopped and looked at him curiously. "Now, why would you say that?" 'she' asked.

He pushed himself off of the bed, as his strength was beginning to return. He looked at 'her' straight in the eye. "I may not be thinking as clearly, and I may not know Spectra as well as I know the other ghosts, but there are a few things that don't make any sense about you."

'She' didn't reply.

"I know for a fact that Spectra has three forms. Two that she uses, and one that she no longer uses. She has a shadow form, and a form that uses more black and green than any other color. The old form that she no longer uses," he paused to look more closely at 'her'. 'She' had a creepy grin on 'her' face, "is the red suited form: the one that you are currently using."

'She' sighed, but kept 'her' creepy smile. 'She' seemed to transform right in front of Vlad's eyes. "And I thought I'd finally perfected my acting…" it said. 'She' had turned into a man with long red hair. He wore girly glasses, and his eyes became yellow-green with a bulls-eye type pattern. Underneath his clothes, he wore a suit-like outfit, but on top of it he wore a loose, red dress. He took out a notebook nonchalantly and looked at it. He froze and shrieked, "Wait a minute…I know your name was in here last night!"

Vlad became confused. His name? Why would a man have his name in his own notebook? And why would it have been erased?

The man in front of him sighed. "It looks like something in the big plans have changed~! I would have killed you anyway, but stupid William still has me on probation~!" the strange man was…dancing around in front of him as he spoke. "Kill a few people before their time, and they never let it go~!" he continued to squirm. "I mean, it's been over one-hundred years already~!"

Vlad became more confused. He decided to actually speak this time. "Excuse me, but who are you exactly?" he asked a little too sweetly.

The man stopped for a second and posed. He stuck his tongue out and made devil horns with his hand, "My name's Grelle Sutcliff, the butler of DEATH~!"

Vlad's eye twitched. He was annoyed. Another weird one, huh, but what does he mean? "A butler of death?"

Grell danced a little more, his voice still very girly, "I am a shinigami~! I guess that'd be the American equivalent to a death god…or maybe," he paused for dramatic effect and stuck his face very close to Vlad's, "a grim reaper~?"

"A…grim reaper?" he asked in response. Vlad smirked, then smiled, then actually started laughing. "So I was supposed to die? That's rich!"

Grell looked at him curiously, but didn't say anything yet.

"I have absolutely nothing! Nothing! Everything's gone, I have nothing to live for, and just as I was supposed to die…I DON'T!" he laughed. He was laughing so hard, he was crying. After a while, he wasn't sure whether he was laughing or crying.

Grell cocked his head a bit more curiously and continued to be uncharacteristically silent.

"So what now?" Vlad asked. "Are you going to kill me because you told me of your existence? Or am I supposed to continue living even though I have absolutely noting left?"

Grell finally decided to speak, "Nothing left? But aren't you, like, crazy rich~?"

"Ha, what good does money do if I'm the one who can use it? I got it through lies and thievery!" Vlad scoffed. "I suppose you've already taken my godson, so why not just take me away now? Get it over with!"

Grell's interest in this man grew a little more. "Really~? Don't normal people beg for their lives when they are faced with death~?" Grell stopped to think for a minute, "Plus~! You are the only person I was supposed to kill this week~! It's been so boring~!"

Vlad stopped considering suicide for a moment and grabbed Grell by the shirt, "I was the only one? Then…you mean that Daniel may be alive?"

"Well~…" he paused to think, "Maybe~! I'm not exactly the only reaper, so he could've been taken by someone else~!" shrugged Grell, at which Vlad laughed, confusing Grell once more.

"Do you not see, you stupid reaper?" Vlad asked, his confidence beginning to return. "I have no need to worry! Daniel simply ran away! The boy hates me, and so I only have to do what I did before!"

"Eh~? And what would that be~?" Grell's eye's sparkled as he gave another toothy smile another toothy smile.

Vlad had completely forgotten that he was still holding Grell by the collar of his shirt. "Tch," he said, smirking and throwing Grell to the ground. "Figure it out yourself, you stupid reaper. You know enough about me that you you can tell me that much."

Grell thought for a moment, putting his finger under his mouth to make it look like he was thinking hard, "Wait patiently until willingly shows himself again?" As soon as he had said that, he found himself flat on his back with Vlad's foot on his chest.

Vlad sighed, "I'm surrounded by idiots. I am going to use all my corrupted money and power to search for him…and force him to come back with me!"

Grell smirked, 'Kya~ It's been so long since something so interesting has happened~!'

A few months later, a strange man with long, brown hair, tied in the back with a ribbon picked up the newspaper. He sighed as he turned to walk back to the mansion he was staying in. He gave the newspaper he was holding a quick scan to see if there was anything truly new that either he or his master could consider news. It was probably because of this that so many people think he's crazy…well, that and the fact that he started adopting every stray cat in the area. Something caught his eye, he grinned and walked inside.

He placed the newspaper in front of his master and counted down in his mind. His master picked up the paper, scanned it, and suddenly got up and ran to the car, the strange man following him. As both he and his master ran outside, he looked back to read the headlines once more.

"Daniel Fenton Found Alive!"

Jeez, sorry it took so long guys, I have been working on this, it's just that I have school, and I'm only allowed on the computer on weekends and for about an hour in the morning, depending on if I can actually get out of bed. It doesn't help that this is my senior year, and it got a hundred times harder for me to keep up with anything related to the internet. .'

So yeah, next to work on is Half-Ghost Alchemist and Fantasma Hueco…and…oh God, Ghosts of the Caribbean. Jeepers, that really needs to be updated…shouldn't be too hard…XD

So, yeah, updates may be few and far between, but know that I am working on all of them, so please bear with me! But, until next time, BYE-NII!