"It started a couple of nights ago. A black cloud of fog entered my room, carrying with it a cold gush of air. I shivered and tried to sleep again, expecting to fall back into my world of dream. My eyes where shut tight, and I felt a numbness pass over my body as the reverie replayed itself.
The dream was more of a memory; a memory of a dance in a grand ballroom, no, a gym… Where I had been staring into crystal blue eyes. His eyes. I miss them so much….
God, I remember it all so vividly. ..
My Violet and black gown swaying majestically. Music playing, guiding us…

He was dead.

Danny was—is— dead. But you knew that, didn't you?
No one ever told you how he died…Not how he really died, at least.
I know its been two years, Ms. D…But I can't stop thinking about him, and…
Ever since I saw him, I mean…It couldn't have been…

But it was.

Let me finish.
Get over him?
Mrs. D, I'll never be over him.
In my heart, he never left.

He'd had a heart-melting grin, and a sweet, understanding personality. Danny had been the best friend you could've asked for, and he always tried his best at everything. Danny Fenton had one thing that really made him stand out.

Danny Fenton—Sweet, sweet Danny Fenton—Was half ghost, like something out of a comic book. Half ghost. A halfa—Or a hybrid.

I usually don't tell people. I promised him when we where kids I'd keep it a secret, except the story wouldn't make sense without this being made perfectly clear…

But—But—
Shut up!!
You wanted me to open up, I am!!
Tucker didn't for this session to be interrupted, okay?!

I'm off track now. Shoot.
Well, lets start from the beginning….Its' a long story…"

"I have plenty of time, Samantha. Start from the beginning."

I looked up at the shrink and took a breath.

"He…had been…fighting a ghost…" I stopped, taking a gasp of air to repress tears.

"Its kind of…what he does…No, not did, does! We…Danny…He had been in the lab, on the computer…Tucker and I where there, doing research for an upcoming project about Chile. And…then, and then…."

A soft sobbing broke in the air, and I had to stop speaking.

"Sam." Ms. Darnell whispered. "Its okay. Speak calmly and slowly. We have all the afternoon to talk about what happened." She sketched the word cooperative and delusional into a box in her chart before looking at me again.

Calming myself, I let out a puff of air and began to ignore the meaning behind my words.

"I didn't even believe it when she showed up….She just…appeared…Just…Came…"
Silence.

"Who…came?" Ms. D chose her words carefully, fearfully.

"Her name was Vertacius."

"Vertacius…was a ghost?"

"Yes, she was 75 ghost, and 25 human."

"And…how does she tie into this?"

"I'm getting to that!" Sam spat angrily. "Vertacius was about as tall as you are; she had pigtails and matted black hair, grayish-blue eyes and a long, torn black dress. She hat a cut across her chest; a deep scar at least. I'm guessing that's how she died…"
Vertacius watched the ghost child.. She turned her head to the side, and looked psychotic..

"Hello, ghost boy." She whispered, but not moving.

Danny shouted out, "Goin' Ghost!"

The new ghost simply laughed.

"The Master senses you'll be a ghost permanently soon. I come delivering a message."

Danny took a deep breath. "What?!"

"Well," Vertacius grinned as she spoke. " …The Master says you'll be needing this very soon to complete your mission here. I used it to, Danny Phantom. I used it to, and now all that I love is gone.." She let out a ghostly moan, but then a beeping sound was heard and her voice became higher pitched, more like a frequency…The way a full ghost spoke when they where first released into the mortal realm again.
"Now all that I love is gone, gone gone.."

She wailed pathetically, and handed him the blade.

"Ghost blade!" Tucker whispered, awe struck. The blade held a magic within

"Accept this blade, and suffer my fate!" The ghost moaned, then opened her eyes. Her tears disappeared the instant they where to hit the floor. "Accept this blade, and gain power and numbness…and ultimately strength. Do the work of the master, young ghostly brethren! Do the work of the master, and the master will help you. Yet, he has yet to help me."

Danny didn't respond. The ghost left the knife on a random table in the room.

"All that I love, is gone, gone, gone. And soon, you will suffer the same fate. When you do, remember…Master can take the pain away…"

And she vanished.

"Why…did she give him a knife?" The women asked, jotting down notes.

"I don't know." Sam whispered. "All I know is that in three months, students where hurt.
Accidents started happening in school, and Danny was caught red handed…Basked in blood."

"Tucker…the next week, Tucker saw him…In a locked office with Dash. He had the blade, then. Tucker says he saw Danny…Danny hurt Dash. Severely.. We think the blade made him do it, it thrust forward…Killed him…The blade…It had a mind of its own."

"I miss him, Mrs. D! I miss him so much! Every day it hurts more!"

The psychiatrist looked up at Sam, circling the word, possibly dangerous on her clip board. "Sam…" She took a breath. "Is there anything…between you and Danny?"

"We've been best friends for over eight years…" Sam answered bluntly, rubbing a napkin against her eyes.

"I mean…romantically? Did you have a relationship, did you ever date?"

Sam stopped, narrowing her eyes.

"Mrs. D, I think this session is over." She stood up and stumbled towards the door in her straightjacket. As the nurse next door escorted her out and closed the door, the analyst couldn't help but wonder if Sams time at the asylum was up. But this crackpot ghost theory…

"Is starting to make sense." She decided, and rubbed her temples.