A/N: And here is the longest chapter I have ever written. I hope you all like it because it was tiring to write, not that I didn't like writing it. It has slight DXS in it, some Danny-hurt, and some possible humor (depending upon what type of humor you have). Enjoy! R&R! Why am I still talking? Let's get this show on the road!
Good News, Bad News
Danny walked down the hall, his head hanging. The news of his detention hadn't exactly helped his current mood. Now he had three things to worry about. One, Kristine was on the loose and working with Vlad on something from the sounds of it. Two, he had detention with Mr. Lancer after school. Three, Sam and Tucker were missing and he had no idea where they were. Normally one of them calls him if they aren't coming to school that day but neither of them had told him. Plus, that freak told him that Vlad had promised him to her. Vlad doesn't normally do something like that unless that person had done something for him and he was repaying them. So did Kristine do something for Vlad and he was paying her back? Did something happen to Sam and Tucker? Danny didn't know. All he knew was that he had three things to worry about and they were weighing him down.
"Fenturd!"
Never mind, make that four problems.
Danny looked up to see a huge mass of a boy running towards him. The blond jock picked Danny up by the front of his shirt and pulled him close. Danny let out an inner sigh as Dash shoved him up against a locker.
"Hey, Fentonia! Do you know what I just got on my math test?"
"A 'D'."
"No! An 'F'! And you know what that means don't cha?"
"You're going to take it out on me," Danny answered, rolling his eyes.
"Exactly!" Dash pulled back his fist to punch Danny. Unfortunately, that's not what happened. Well, it was unfortunate for Dash.
See, Danny didn't feel like getting punched in the face right then. He had too much on his plate. The stress was building and poor Dash just so happened to be in his way. Too bad. So when Dash went to clobber the half ghost, Danny went intangible. Danny fell through Dash's grip. He hit the ground and ran. Meanwhile, Dash was doing several things. One, he was wondering what just happened. Two, he was screaming in pain. Three, he was holding his wrist and jumping up and down, much to the amusement of the other kids in the hallway. They would never look at him in the same way again.
Danny was half way down the hall by the time Dash had composed himself enough to wonder where his personal punching bag went. It was too late by then. The bell was about to ring and Danny was no longer in sight. Danny on the other hand was too relieved to care that he was about to be late for gym. He was also a little anxious. Had Dash seen him go intangible? If so did he realize what he just saw? If the jock did then Danny was in more trouble than he could talk himself out of. His powers were supposed to be a complete secret. The last thing he needed was for the whole school to know. Why didn't he just take the punch? He healed fast. The pain would only last for about thirty minutes at the most. The bruising would be gone by third period. It would only be a minor injury, nothing like his ghost battling wounds.
The bell rang and Danny realized that he was still standing there in the middle of the hall. He was on the opposite side of the school from his gym class! Great! Another tardy for the ten mile long list of infractions!
Danny began running for his locker to grab his gym clothes. Once there he turned his arm intangible and snagged his gym bag before almost literally flying down the hall. He skidded as he turned corners and nearly fell a few times. Teachers and hall monitors didn't even have a chance to reprimand him as he careened past them.
After three minutes the door the boys' locker room was in sight. Danny grinned, reached out a hand to push the door open, and instead planted his face in the wooden door. The door was pull, not push.
Danny backed away, rubbing his face. He glared at the door and reached out a hand to grab the handle.
"Nice face plant, Danny," said a feminine voice behind him.
"Sam! Tucker!" Danny exclaimed and stared at his best friends. He almost ran up them and hugged them. He was so happy to know that the Wicked Witch of the West hadn't gotten to them.
"Wow, you're happy to see us," Sam commented dryly.
"Yeah, well, I'm just happy you're okay," Danny explained.
"Why wouldn't we be?" Tucker asked.
"I ran into Kristine this morning." Danny's expression darkened as he mentioned the evil ghost's name.
"The old hag that tried to rape you?" Sam's eyebrows raised in surprise.
Danny nodded. "She said that Vlad promised me to her; then she vanished before I could ask what she meant. I figured Vlad wouldn't give me away like that unless he was paying her for something. I was worried he might have had her attack you."
"Oh. Well we're fine. Maybe it was something else," Tucker suggested.
"Like what?" Sam asked.
"I don't know. Umm… Maybe she cleaned his house. He has a big house."
"I don't think that's it. Whatever they're planning it can't be good," Danny said grimly.
Suddenly the gym door banged open. In the doorway stood a tall, muscular woman holding a huge sandwich in her hands. She took a bite of it, chewed, and said, "Fenton, Foley, Manson! What are you laggers doing standing out here?"
The three gaped for a moment before Sam stepped forward.
"We were just
discussing our latest essay Mr. Lancer assigned us. We must have lost
track of the time, right guys?"
The boys nodded vigorously.
"Well, essay or not you're all late! Get dressed and start running laps, ten extra since you felt the need to skip class!"
The large woman returned to the poor class running four miles inside the gym. The kids stared for a moment longer before returning to their conversation.
"So where were you guys this morning?"
Sam smiled deviously. She held up a picture. "Vlad got a cat."
Danny snatched the picture away. Sure enough, a white cat was strolling around in a yard. Vlad stood on the porch grinning at it. Weird.
"He got a cat?! I can't believe it! He took my advice!"
"Yeah, maybe he'll leave us alone now," Tucker said hopefully.
"Doubt it. But this will be great blackmail," Danny said, still grinning.
Gym class and the rest of the day were fairly uneventful. Turns out Dash didn't understand what he saw. As far as he was concerned, Danny managed to wiggle free of his iron strong grasp. A fluke and nothing more. When Danny got home his dad shoved his newest invention in his face saying that it worked now. It then blew up leaving both of them covered in oil, ectoplasm, and some peanut butter that somehow ended up in there. Don't ask.
It was ten fifty when Danny settled in his bed. The day had been long and so far all of his worries seemed unfounded. Maybe the little stint on the tv had been nothing but Vlad trying to knock Danny off his high horse. Probably. After all, nothing major had happened today besides Kristine showing up and saying that Vlad promised her Danny. That was it. Who knows? Maybe Kristine merely said that just to scare him.
"Just to scare you? What do you take me for, a liar?"
Danny sat bolt up right. Before him was Kristine in all her ugly glory. She stood hunched over as always, her horrific visage glaring at him.
"Kristine!"
"Yes, yes, it's me. I already know that, little beauty. Trust me, I already know that… And something else," she hissed.
"What?" Danny asked harshly while backing up away from her.
'Well…" she said slowly. "I know that YOU ARE MINE!" She leapt forward and grabbed Danny by the neck. They landed on the floor. Danny wiggled, trying to squirm free of her but her grasp on him was too strong. He reached down into himself searching for his ghost powers. He couldn't find them.
"That's right, little beauty. Excuse me, MY little beauty. So long as I hold you, you are powerless."
"What?!"
"That's right. You can not transform so long as my hands are on you," she cackled sickly. "And I shall be holding you for a long time." As she said this she began unbuttoning his night shirt.
"LET GO OF ME!"
"Never again, my pet. Never again shall you be free of me. You are my prize."
"What for?"
She didn't answer, but kept unsnapping the buttons. Only two left, one left, none. She pulled his shirt off.
"STOP IT! LET ME GO! MOM! DAD! JAZZ!"
Kristine frowned and covered his mouth. He bit her and started kicking. She refused to let go. He rolled and twisted trying to escape. Still, Kristine held her grip.
"Too bad for you and too great for me," she hissed. Her snaggle toothed smile widened. "And now for the fun part. But first I think I need to change into something a little more appropriate." A flash later a long white haired, skinny, golden eyed, white toothed, young woman sat on Danny's waist where once an old hag had. Danny gasped then struggled harder.
No, I won't let you, Danny screamed inwardly.
"Too late, little beauty. It was too late when I first laid eyes on you," she whispered into his ear. She kissed his forehead and he froze, paralyzed as her powers held him still. With this she began removing his pants.
"Danny? Are you okay in there?" asked a sleepy voice.
Kristine stopped. She looked up at the door just as it opened revealing Jazz.
"I heard screaming. Are you…" She stopped mid-sentence when she saw Kristine straddling her little brother on the floor, the strange ghost's hands pulling his pants off. Danny stared with a terrified look frozen on his face. He was barely even breathing. His arms were thrown over his head, his hands clenched into fists.
"Oh my gosh! Danny!"
