A/N: What's this? Another update? Wowzers, someone give me a prize. I'm just kidding, you don't have to give me a prize - but you could write a lovely review for me! Review's are great, and it lets me know how I'm doing on this story. And who has the power to do that? None other than you, the readers of course!

You might be a little confused. So, the beginning starts with Danny waking up on the evening of the last day of the convention. This means that I was far too lazy to actually write the last day, so I skipped that shit. Alright? Cool. I want to get the story going again, and it's going to take off in teh next chapter. And then action after that.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Or anyone. But I do own a freakin sick cat. His name is Tip and he has a white patch of fur on his nose. He's also gay and only loves to play with pink cat toys. I digress.


When Danny woke up, he felt as if he had been asleep for weeks. Letting out a small groan, he slowly placed his hands on the mattress that he was laying on. His primary objective was to position himself into a sitting position. His arms started to shake, and he immediately plopped back onto the bed without having the strength to sit himself up.

Opening up his eyes, he struggled to life the blankets that were on top of him. All he had were thoughts of what had happened before he had blacked out. His mind started to race, and he darted his eyes around the room he was in.

Was he at the mercy of Vlad?

His room décor was all he needed to confirm that he was in his own room. He relaxed immediately - not knowing that he had tensed up with his frantic observation of the room.

"Thank you mysterious teenage vigilantes…" He muttered his appreciation, his voice was rough and his tone was soft. He should have expected that – he had been asleep because of a dragon tranquilizer.

And even that he still couldn't believe. Sure there was Dora – the dragon ghost and her brother. But that was different. He had no idea who that teenaged dragon was when he appeared to save him.

There was a knocking at the door, and Danny opened his mouth to say come in when the door started to open regardless if the visitor had permission or not. The teenager felt his face start to grow tense after seeing who exactly it was.

"You missed the last day of the convention, little badger," Vlad announced, his hands behind his back in a prompt and business-like manner.

"All thanks to you," Danny accused, narrowing his eyes. He watched how close the man had come to his bed. If Vlad knew what was good for him, then he would keep his distance. Although, if the older halfa had tried anything then Danny couldn't do anything.

And that made the teenager feel absolutely pissed and afraid at the same time.

"Exactly twenty hours," Vlad informed, watching with amusement just how on guard the teenager was. As if he were ready to pounce at a moment's notice. Of course, the older halfa knew that was impossible – the after effects of the tranquilizer were not to be taken lightly. The teen would be feeling weak for the next few days.

And during that time, Vlad would make his move.

And there would be nothing that the teenager could do to stop him.

"Did you come here for something other than gloating?" Danny asked sarcastically, trying to get himself to move into a sitting position. Lifting up his body slowly – and holding his breath at the same time – he readjusted his worn out body against the wall.

He tried his best to not appear weak in front of his arch enemy. Danny would not appear defenseless in front of him – not when he was supposed to be – is – the hero.

Vlad let out a chuckle at the teen's rhetorical question. "No," he said in a dry tone, "Not everything went according to plan yesterday." Danny watched how the man started to frown and couldn't help but feel a small amount of glee at Vlad's failure. "If it did, then you wouldn't be in this humble yet grotesque household…" He trailed, leaning against the wall that was adjacent to the door.

Any amount of satisfaction that Danny was feeling at the moment quickly dissipated. "Leave me alone, Vlad," he hissed out, once again tensing up. At the very least he could fire an ecto-blast. Yet, his normal attacks didn't seem to do much against the older halfa – his weak attacks would even faze him.

The younger halfa tried to push those thoughts away. No, he could win against Vlad any day of the weak regardless of the shape he was in. He had done it before. He had won against Vlad before – and he would do it again.

"Where would the fun be in that, Daniel?" Vlad questioned, leaning off the wall and walking over to the teenager. "Make no mistake, my boy. That old dragon may have caught me unprepared, but that will not happen again – I assure you."

Danny watched as each menacing step that the older halfa took seemed to shake the room. The teenager couldn't say any words – the inner strength that he had prior had vanished. There was nothing but panic and fear left in his mind, and he tried to not show any emotion that would display weakness. That was hard to do, however, when Vlad was accosting him with raw anger.

Vlad was beyond furious with whoever the old dragon was, and that his plans didn't work out.

He was dangerous when he was like this.

"And those teenage misfits who came to your aid yesterday are powerless to stop me," Vlad seethed out but stopped walking when he was directly in front of the teenager. Danny had been staring at him with wide eyes, unable to say anything witty or sarcastic.

The teen wanted to say something against him – something that would show that he would never let Vlad win. But the words weren't there – and he doubted that they would ever surface with him feeling as fearful as he probably looked.

And despite all of his attempts to cover his emotions – it was completely lost.

He still feared Vlad – but he never thought that he would show it so openly. He was paralyzed with fear and couldn't move away from the older halfa. All he could do was just stare up at the man and hope that he would initiate an attack against him.

After examining the younger halfa's face for a few seconds, Vlad let out a gentle smile and placed his hand on the teenager's shoulder. "And then we'll be the perfect family. You will be the devoted and loyal son, and soon after Maddie will join us…" He trailed as he pulled away his hand.

Danny hadn't even realized he had been holding his breath until Vlad pulled away. The teenager started to shake and tremble in fear. He opened his mouth to say something – but he couldn't form any thoughts.

Vlad was usually confident in his plans – but there was something in his eyes this time that wasn't there before. Unlike all the other schemes that he had concocted in the past – this one was full proof. This one would succeed.

Danny closed his mouth and tried to inch away from the man. Vlad noticed this and his small smile turned into a full-fledged menacing smirk. "That's not a threat either, Daniel," he stated, placing his hands once again behind his back.

He promptly turned on his heels before walking back over to the door and opening it slowly. Danny heard each creak that the door made twice as loud as it actually was. Vlad turned around to look at the teenager one final time before leaving. He met eyes contact with the teen, and Danny's eyes were wide with panic as he was frantically looking around the room.

"It's a promise," Vlad finished, turning back around and closing the door when he exited the room.

Danny listened for his retreating footsteps down the hallway before reaching his arm over to his bedside table. He strained his muscles trying to reach for his cell phone. He needed to call Sam and Tucker – he had no idea what to do. Vlad was doing something big this time – and his mind was blank on what to do to prevent the man from accomplishing his sick and twisted goals.

His hands eventually found his phone, and he quickly tried to grab it, only to fail at it several times. He was too panicked and couldn't concentrate. He fumbled it out of his hands when he did grab it, and watched it fall back onto the table. The teen let out a sigh to try and calm himself.

He hadn't been this scared since he had first gotten his powers.

He hadn't been this terrified since the reunion at Vlad's mansion in Wisconsin.

He swallowed nervously before grabbing his cell phone and pulling his hand up to ear as he pressed number one on his speed dial.

"Tuck?" Danny asked and there was a small sarcastic voice on the other end for a brief moment, "Yeah, that's funny – we both know who did this to me," he said, and let out another sigh before running his hand through his hair. "And speaking of fruitloops, he might have just gotten loopier. Meet at my place in ten. And get Sam."


Tucker placed his hand by his side with his phone clenched in it, and let out a grimace. "Sorry, guys, I need to get going," he announced to the green haired and purple haired teenager he was sitting with. Jake looked over at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Is…Everything alright?" He asked – pretending not to know. Yet, he had caught all of the conversation due to his enhanced hearing. One of the many perks of being the American Dragon.

"Was that Danny?" Randy asked as well, also hearing the conversation. He sipped on the shake that was in front of him, and Tucker let out a nod before standing up.

He gathered his backpack and stuck his phone in his pants pocket. "Yeah, he just woke up. Anyways, catch you guys later – and don't forget if you need any help just send me a text!"

The two teenagers watched Tucker leave the restaurant that they were at. Randy let out a small sigh of relief before taking another sip of his shake nonchalantly. The action was too quick to notice, but with reflexes and eyes like Jake's, he saw it all.

"I'm glad he's okay," Jake added, and Randy tensed a small amount before nodding his head. He pulled his mouth away from his straw with a grin.

"Yeah, I was worried since he didn't show up today," Randy noted before taking a sip of his drink. "When are you and your gramps heading back to New York?"

Jake let out a sigh before running a hand through his hair, "Something came up that my grandfather is concerned about, so we'll probably be staying for a few more days."

Randy let out a nod, "I mean, Amity Park is cool – The Nasty Burger is pretty neat."

"Dude," Jake stated, making the purple haired teen look at him, "It has the word 'nasty' in it…" He drawled out and there was a moment of silence between the two of them.

Randy bursted out laughing, "You're right! At least there's an occasional ghost sighting to keep you on your toes."

"Not a huge fan of ghosts…"

"You met one?" Randy asked, his interest piqued. He had encountered three: Phantom, Skulker, and Plasmius. The names were all curtesy of the Nomicon, of course. The only one he really liked was Phantom – he was like Casper. The 'friendly ghost' from his childhood shows that he would watch.

Jake let out a grumble, "Yeah, and he wasn't friendly," he said with a shrug, "It wouldn't be so bad if they were benign, you know? But all they want to do is fight and cause trouble."

Randy nodded again.

"I'm staying at the Amity Hotel if you need me. I should probably get going before my parents know that I'm gone," Randy said before standing up.

"Hey, me too!" Jake exclaimed, "Maybe I'll see you around before you leave?"

Randy nodded with a grin on his face, "That would be bruce, man!" He stated as he grabbed his bag and placed it over his shoulders. He started to walk out of the restaurant and couldn't shake how similar the American Dragon's voice sounded and Jake's was.

And then there was that time where he was in and out of consciousness. And Jake's voice and his grandfather's voice were saying something about an artifact of some sort. And he had a feeling that Jake and the American Dragon were one of the same.

Jake watched him go with a concerned look.

"He's acting weird…" He muttered before looking over back at the table. He himself had a plate of fries – but they were untouched. He didn't have much of an appetite, especially not with that vampire ghost on the loose and causing who knows who to fall under his control.


(Last night)

"Be careful with the boy!" Lao Shi lectured when he heard a small 'sorry' from behind him.

"Like I meant to hit his head on the table!" Jake argued.

Randy let out a moan before fluttering his eyes open. His vision was disoriented, and for some reason he was seeing a tint of red. It would have been cool had he not been so confused.

Looking around the area, he found that he was in a hotel room with Jake and his grandfather. Or, at least what appeared to be his grandfather. He blinked and noticed that he was now laying on the bed. Jake and his grandfather were turned away from him.

Why didn't they look under his mask?

It was strange – as if they held some sort of moral code about masks.

Or maybe they were just uninterested. Jake did say that he was from New York – and that was the farthest thing away from Norrisville. Suddenly sitting up and back flipping behind himself, Randy quickly pulled out his sword from the air and aimed it stealthily at the Asian duo.

"Where did you take me?" Ninja demanded to know, looking from Jake and his grandfather. He was even more confused when they slowly looked at each other without speaking. It caught Randy off guard for a little bit before they looked back over at him.

"Look, we saw you knocked out in the basement – you were banged up pretty bad," Jake spoke out, and Randy would have believed him, too. But there was something in his voice that made his senses go on high alert. He was lying – but he was skillfully good at it.

And that meant that Jake Long from New York was hiding something.

Something big.

Randy looked at the old man, who didn't seem even fazed by the fact that supernatural ninja was pointing a sword at him. There was definitely something up with the two of them – but wasn't sure what. Maybe the Nomicon would tell him some answers later.

Like the name of the ghosts that he had encountered today.

"Smoke bomb!" Ninja yelled throwing down a ball before a smokescreen appeared in the room. Jake and Lao Shi were coughing from the after effects of the non-lethal smoke.

When the smoke cleared, Jake looked unimpressed by the fact that the teenaged ninja was gone. "You don't think he knows something, do you?" Jake asked, looking over at his grandfather with a raised eyebrow.

Lao Shi let out a long exhale, "He suspects something – but he is good at hiding his emotions…" He trailed before looking over at his grandson, "Something you can learn from."

"Please don't make this into a training session!" Jake whined before slumping his shoulders. "What are we going to do about that vampire ghost?"

"His name is Plasmius," Lao Shi announced, his arms disappearing into the sleeves of his robe as he walked around the room. "He awakened the Ghost King without any regards to the people around him. All to attain unimaginable power."

Jake blinked slowly, taking in the information, "Yeah, he sounds like a jerk," he stated the obvious, crossing his arms. "How are we going to stop him?"

Lao Shi once again let out a long exhale as he sat on the bed, "We cannot."

"What?!" Jake asked, "What do you mean we can't? He can control whatever he wants with that weird magical..." Jake trailed, unable to find a word that would work in the moment, "Thingy that he has!"

"I was hoping to recruit Phantom on our team…" Lao Shi said but shook his head dismissively, "But he has not made his presence known – not since the appearance of Plasmius. Therefore, I have reason to suspect that Phantom is Danny Fenton."

Jake nodded, but quickly stopped himself after hearing what his grandfather had said. "Wait, what? How to you get that? Is this some sort of sensing thing that I can do in the future?"

Lao Shi glared at him for interrupting him in mid rant. Jake quickly looked down at the ground and rubbed the back of his head nervously.

"Perhaps with the help of the Ninja, we will have just enough power to win…" Lao Shi stated but stopped when he suddenly stared over in the corner of the room. "It appears as if we have a visitor – an unwelcomed one at that…"

"What are you-?" Jake began to ask, looking around the room and unable to find any thing or person that had invaded their hotel room. It wasn't long before a familiar vampire looking ghost appeared in the corner in which his grandfather was looking.

Plasmius looked down at Lao Shi with a fanged smirk, and Jake took a step back in surprise.

"Whoa!" He exclaimed before frowning, "Sneaking into another guy's hotel room is not cool!"

Jake went ignored by the two men, who were now staring at each other with an unwavering gaze. As if the first one to pull away would lose something dire. Plasmius pulled away and then let out a shrug. "You plan to stop me? An inexperienced dragon and a weakened dragon?" Plasmius asked rhetorically before landing his feet on the carpet.

"Hey!" Jake complained and tried to approach the ghost, but Lao Shi wouldn't let his grandson even remotely close. "I'll fight you right now, Dracula! Let's go!"

"You have come to spy?" Lao Shi questioned, clearly not impressed by the older half ghost's sneaking. "No, you have come to relay a message."

Plasmius let out another smirk before putting his hands closer together. It was motion that looked as if he would clap sarcastically, but then placed his hands down. "I would applaud you, but that would be giving you far too much credit."

Lao Shi narrowed his eyes. He hated being disrespected but couldn't do anything about it. Not when this powerful half ghosts was in front of him – eyes filled with instigation. Plasmius wanted him to morph and throw the first punch. He wanted him to be fully aware who was stronger of the two of them. Lao Shi pushed aside the thought of the ghost being nothing but a prideful, yet egotistical powerhouse.

"Then relay your message, ghost," Lao Shi spat out, not happy with the situation – but he mastered his emotions a long time ago. Jake once again tried to charge at the ghost, only for Lao Shi to roll his eyes at his grandson's impatience to fight.

Jake still had a long way to go.

"As you wish," Plasmius stated before hovering once again, "You will try to stop us, but Amity Park will be only the beginning for our conquest. All magical creatures will be under our control, and we will emerge from the darkness and rule in the light."

"Never imagined from the lore that you would be one for theatrics."

"Stand in my way again – and you will be hunted and be out of the way for the rest of the show," Plasmius promised as he acknowledged the hard glare and concerned frown that was growing on the old man's face. "How's that for a final curtain call?" He asked rhetorically, every word dripping with sarcasm, before disappearing in a whirlwind of pink smoke all the while chuckling darkly – his laughter echoing off the hotel walls.

Jake fell over when his grandfather quickly turned to look over at him. "We will be under watch from here on out. Be sure to be careful, Jake," Lao Shi stated, and Jake looked over at him in confusion. "This will be nothing like New York – we are not in our own element here and the gears are turning regardless if we want them to."

Jake nodded, "Be careful – got it!" He stated with a smirk.

Lao Shi rolled his eyes and then let out a small smile but didn't say anything. He felt as if something horrible would happen tomorrow evening. There was a shift in the winds that was foreboding - it sent unease throughout the old Chinese man.

It would only get worse from here on out.

To be continued…