I feel bad for not updating, but hopefully this'll help. Like medicine! Except this shouldn't leave you with a bad taste in your mouth... I hope...

And I had my disclaimer on the end of the last chapter, but I guess it didn't go through...

Sadly, I don't own Danny Phantom... GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEADS BECAUSE I DONT WANT TO REPEAT THAT LINE! ... It makes it more real... :(

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I can remember it ever so clearly, like a poem rehersed to perfection... or a memory that you've tried so hard to forget, only it pushes itself to the forefront of your mind.

The full moon shone brightly that autumn night. The trees were bare against the black, night sky that was littered with shimmering lights. What would normally be a beautiful night was tainted by creatures that thirsted for blood. The horrible monsters only reeled their ugly heads at dusk, any amount of sunlight was sure to kill them. They only care for sustainance, not the lives or families that they destroy in order to do so.

It wasn't even five years ago, and my baby girl was only seven. She was my life. I remember her kindness, I would be upset about something stupid and trivial; and out of nowhere, she'd come and hug me. She meant the world to me and-

The man paused in his writing, overcome with emotion. It was uncommon to see such a large, muscular man burst into tears, but it was understandable, after what he had gone through. It was a good night, he'd just put her to bed. She was eager to get to bed, seeing as how she was going to start the first grade in the morning, she was always so vivacious. But now she was gone. All because of those creatures; those monsters who snatched away little girls in their sleep. The nauseating beasts that he would now and forever hunt.

Vampires.

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Tucker groaned and set a hand on his head. Then he gasped and snapped his eyes open. It was all white, with florescent lighting. He tore the off the covers on his legs and sat up straight, about to leave when a hand pushed him back down. Tucker turned and saw a goth girl with a teary, mascara/eyeliner-stained face. Sam.

"Sam? Wha-Why are we here? We gotta go, now!" Tucker moved to get up, but Sam stopped him again. He felt confused, she obviously wanted to help Danny as much as he did...

"You aren't leaving until you tell me everything that you saw. What happened?" Tucker took a deep breath in. Should he censor anything? Or should he tell her the bloody details?

"Jazz called me; she asked if I could go out and try to find Danny. He hadn't called her. Or come home. She was worried and, to be honest, so was I. I spent like two hours trying to find him and..." He told her everything; from the little girl, to Danny and his state. He could vividly remember the boy he'd thought of as his brother; screaming, reaching, and calling out for help. Soon enough, Tucker's brain went into an automatic sort of state, describing everything into detail of how he had visualized it, regardless of the look of sheer terror on the other occupant of the room.

When the story was told, neither of the two hesitated to go to where Tucker remembered the alley. On the way, Tucker thought of something that he hadn't before.

"Sam? Who brought me to the hospital?" Sam thought for a moment after that, before answering his question.

"Jocks. They found you on the Casper High football field, knocked out. They called the hospital, and here we are. But that makes it even more suspicious, because you say you were in an alley with Danny, but yet you were found on a football field. Someone must've moved you." Sam finished her part of the story as they sprinted down the side-streets of Amity. The one question that both of them had on their minds was left unspoken:

Who would do this? And why?

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It was horrifying, the sight that met their eyes. They had reached the alley, but it didn't hold the boy that they hoped would be there. There were no ambulances, but there were dozens of police cars and a couple detective vans. Spectators observed the crime scene with zeal, but they were somewhat nervous to let their children out of the house; for fear that there would be a murderer involved. Sam and Tucker pushed themselves to the front, but looking at the scene made them wish that they hadn't.

It'd been dark last night, and Tucker didn't see the extent of the blood. In the daylight, it was clear that he had lost far too much of the red liquid. It was splattered on the walls, and the floor of the alley was practically painted in it. It was terrifyingly easy to spot handprints that were dragged away from the scene, dropping bits of blood here and there, before the blood ended completely. What truly made the friends eyes' water, was the clothing that was left behind. A white-stained-red T-shirt was in tatters in the center of the largest pool of dried blood, strips of bloody denim were littered across the scene. A singular, red, white, and bloody, converse sneaker was laying on it's side, forgotten by it's owner. They tried to tune out what the people on the scene were saying, it was too painful, but they couldn't help but overhear what they said:

"Yeah, I ran it through the scanner, it's definitely him. The youngest Fenton."

"That's rough. This is too much blood-loss for a grown man to have survived this; let alone some poor kid. I just got off with the doc, he said that we'd be looking for a body, not a living person."

"I feel bad for his parents, he was only fifteen-sixteen. Who's gonna break the news?"

"That'd be a job for the sheriff."

"I just wish that we could at least give them the name of the bastard that did this. To be honest, I'd let them get away with ripping out that asshole's heart, after what he did."

"You think that we're going to sleep until we figure out who the fucking piece of shit would do this to a kid? Hell-to the-No! I'm gonna find that asshole. And I'm gonna bring that family a body. It's the only thing we can do, but it's what anyone should do; if faced with something like this."

"Nobody should be faced with this. They lost a son. They can't ever get that back."

"I know. But this is what we've got to do, in order to bring that fucker to justice."

Sam and Tucker didn't stay long after hearing that.