Burning Angels
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, but Phaedra Snow and the plot bunny belong to me.
Dawn
"Why don't you just take him to a hospital?" Ember asked, cocking her head to one side. "The Floating Isle has an excellent one, as does the Far Frozen if all that he needs in a simple plasma-ectoplasma transfusion."
"It doesn't work that way," Clockwork told her. "Daniel is something akin to a vampire now; he must drink the blood straight from the source. Vlad and Elizabeth have already come and gone in the last few days and Daniel has been drained nearly to the dregs."
"But it's only been a few minutes!" Ember protested. "Surely..."
"A few minutes to you," the Time Master interrupted, "but only because you and Skulker have been suspended in a tiny bubble of time. It has been days in truth, since the procedure has begun."
"Poor babypop," Ember said, looking over the portal which showed him feeding from another human. "Is he aware of what is happening to him?"
"Yes," Clockwork said, "He knows that and much more."
"What will become of the whelp?" Skulker interjected.
"The Observants have wiped Daniel's memory from the annals of history. Only to those of us in the Ghost Zone will have knowledge of him. I will take him on as my apprentice. Hopefully, Hecate will be kept at bay as a result."
"You said that the human blood needed to bond in a particular way with his ectoplasm," Skulker mused. "How will this come about if he drinks from a human like a vampire?"
"A mother's sacrifice," Clockwork replied, gesturing at the viewing portal. All eyes turned to the screen, as Clockwork turned up the audio.
The human fell to the ground as a beautiful woman rose from the chair beside the bed. The Queen of All Ghosts sat down beside the white-haired boy with blood staining his lips. He began to cry when he saw her.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, Phantom," Phaedra whispered, a wisp of her own corn-white yellow locks fell enticingly over her neck. He followed it with his eyes. "I am real this time; Hecate is not here."
"Hecate drank your soul," he murmured. "How can you be here?"
"Did not the Clockwork Chronos explain that all timelines were one in his lair?" she questioned him. "The blood of Hecate and her damnable fruit has been drained from your veins. You will always have the temptation and the longing to return to the gardens of the night as long as you live. To the humans, you never existed. You will be granted a fresh start."
"How?"
She pulled him forward and pressed his lips to her neck. The smell of her blood drove his fangs forward and he nuzzled her neck for a moment, then he heard her gasp as the shock of his bite wound its way through her spirit. She pulled him tighter again her. "Drink," she commanded.
Clockwork closed off the image. "You were permitted to know and help in these things because both of you have close ties to Daniel and will continue to have one throughout this lifetime. He will be reborn many times and in each lifetime, we will there to save him from Hecate's grasp."
"He is still in danger from Hecate then?"
"So he will be as long as she has the lien on his soul," Clockwork replied. "Both of you must rest now; the guest rooms are down the hall on the left."
Author's Note: Not spectacular and not perfect. but nevertheless, we shall end it there. There will not be a sequel, but a new story will be coming shortly. Sorry for not updating, but I have been busy moving junk back and forth the last two weeks and will be doing it again in two more weeks. If you guys catch any errors I missed, let me know and I'll go back and correct them later tonight.