Sheesh. Took me so long to update this one, and I apologize. Oh, and yes, for the reviewer that asked, there is a Ghost Gal 2 and 3 after this story is finished. I'm assuming you all saw Maternal Instincts over the weekend. It's my new favorite episode.

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Chapter Seven

Fire

"Vlad Plasmius? What kind of a name is that?" Jazz asked. She automatically wanted to clap a hand to her mouth, but resisted it. Did she actually just say that?

"Yes, you may think so," he said, not acting angered at all, which only made her worry more. "But it's better than some names you find in the Ghost Zone, you have to admit."

"Yeah, like Dark Phantom," Jazz said, laughing. "What a bunch of crock. I guess that ghost is like obsessed with Danny."

"First name basis? Do you know our young ghost hunter?" Vlad asked, glancing at her suspiciously.

"I simply forgot the Phantom part," she answered quickly. Slow down Jazz. You keep this up and you'll spill your secret.

"I see. However, the ghost you were fighting was Danny Phantom," he said, staring off into the distance as if searching for him.

"What do you know about this?" she demanded, her heart breaking. How is it that when she becomes a good ghost, he became a bad ghost?

"Not much. Why, are you interested?" he asked.

"Perhaps. I want to get the ghost who did this to him," she snapped.

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're not the one infatuated with him?"

"That's just gross, no," she said firmly. She shook the image from her head, and stared at him intently. "What do you know about it?"

"All I know is that he was injured, apparently by one of the many ghosts after him. And I'm sure, you know how he's faring physically," he said, amusement in his eyes.

"So what if I do?" she asked. She wasn't sure what she was doing exactly. She wanted to act tough, but not so much to get her killed.

"Hm…..well, apparently the ghost, Atheme, the one who shot him with her enchanted arrows, has many different powers," he said.

"Like what?"

"Her arrows possess whatever she is feeling at the moment. If she wants someone to become half ghost, they become half ghost. If she wants them to be invisible, they become invisible. If she wants them to turn dark, they turn dark," he replied.

She got it. "So the arrow really wasn't meant to kill him, it was meant to make him evil," she admitted.

"Aren't you intelligent?" he said sarcastically.

She decided to ignore him. "Do you know anything else?"

"On Danny Phantom, or Dark Phantom? No. We've been old enemies for a long time now," he said. "But I have information on other things."

"As in?" Jazz was getting impatient. She had to be patient though. If she pushed him, he might never tell her anything.

"Several groups have been organizing together. Some are trying to actually hunt down and remove him from the world forever. While other ghosts, like Atheme, have decided to take matters into their own hands and convert him to the dark side, which she's been successful already."

"How do I stop them?"

"You don't," he said very plainly. "As a new ghost, you would do well to stay out of the way. Let fate come to pass."

"So what, I just let Danny die?" she asked, incredulously. "Are you really that pitiless?"

"Honestly, yes. But don't make the mistake in thinking you're the only one here who has been trying to do things to help your friend," he said.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It doesn't matter, does it?" He looked at her and swished his cape around. Jazz had to admit, he was very intimidating.

"So, back to my previous question," he said.

"And what was that?"

"You're new at this. I offered to help. Train you," he replied.

"What do you plan on teaching me?" she asked.

"Power control, shields, aiming," he added with a slight smirk. "And some basic defense."

She bit her lip. Here was this perfectly, sinister ghost, who she barely knew, but seemed to get around the Ghost Zone a lot, offering to teach her ghost techniques? What was the catch?

"There's no price you have to pay of course. I have plenty of money already," he said. He stared at her curiously again. "Are you sure we haven't met before?"

"I told you I'm new. This is my first, well, second time into the ghost zone," she said.

"Enlighten me on something," he asked.

"What?"

"How did you manage to become a ghost?" he asked. "Let alone get into the Ghost Zone. Many spirits here are eager to get out of this place, coming up to the earth."

"It's also very personal," she said.

He raised an eyebrow again.

"Let's just say I was helping someone, and leave it at that," she said.

"Danny?" he asked.

"I said let's leave it at that," she said.

"Very well." He sighed. "So…do we have a deal?"

She looked around again, wiggling her fingers nervously. Finally, she made up with her mind. "Deal." He held out his hand, smiling, and she took it, sealing the compromise.

"First things first." He floated over to a rock's ledge, landing gracefully. "Are you a Ghost or Halfa?" he asked.

"Halfa," she replied.

"Then, you need to have control over changing back and forth between forms. There are multiple ways to do this. One, don't get hurt too badly. The other, is a power stopper."

He waved two fingers in the air and a streak of reddish pink lightning appeared where his fingers moved. He formed the shape of a triangle and when he snapped his fingers together, the shape expanded wide enough to surround him, and then entered his body.

"What did it do?" Jazz asked, intrigued and fascinated.

"It makes sure that I'm the only one with power to change back. This way, if you get hurt too bad, you won't change back into your human form, and powerless," he said.

"Really?" she asked.

"You are able to do it too." He made the motion in the air again, showing her. "Call upon a force of energy from inside you. And draw it."

She closed her eyes and focused. She felt a slight tingling, and opened her eyes, drawing the shape in the air. Where her fingers were, appeared streaks of blue light, forming a triangle. She removed her hands, and it went on its own, expanding and then entering her body. She felt stronger as it engulfed her body, more powerful.

"Very well done," he said, mildly impressed. "Remember it only lasts an hour. Shall we move on?"

She nodded excitedly, more like a child than her sixteen year old self. But she was amazed. This was her power. Her power. She'd never imagined having it before.

"Teleportation and cloning, we will deal with much later. For now, since you are a beginner, it will be much too difficult," he said.

Even though she wouldn't have minded, she knew he was right. So she waited for him to continue.

"Ectoplasmic energy blasts, or in your special case, fire blasts, are also controllable. Aim, precision, and motive are key techniques needed for the control."

He held out his hand, and a bright ball of energy came from nowhere on his palm, circling and floating, looking like real fire almost.

"This is what they call a Shifter. It's similar to yours, except much more powerful. If I am right that you have it, it will be very useful to you." He paused for a minute, collecting his thoughts. "To use the Shifter, you must have a clear visualization of the power you wish to copy. What a Shifter does, is copy another's power, and turn it into a much more dangerous weapon."

"Dangerous like enough to kill someone dangerous?" she asked.

"It depends on what it is. Most ghosts, including Danny Phantom, Atheme, and others, have the ability to kill, even if they don't realize it. This is where you have to be careful. If you want just to shock someone, be sure that the power only shocks someone."

"And how do we tell the difference?"

"Color codes. Red and pink and orange are neutral. Green, blue, and yellow are harmless, just little helpers. But black, silver, and white are very destructive. Lightning, fire, water, wind, electricity, and ecto plamsic energy blasts are usually the only things Shifters copy, unless you are intending to use deathly powers. Do you follow me so far?"

"Yes."

"Good, then we'll continue," he said. "You can call up a Shifter at any time. You just have to witness the power first. Watch. I'm going to show you an ecto plasmic energy ball, and I want you to copy it," he said.

His eyes glowed momentarily, and he stared down at his hand. A bright, pink ball floated above his palm, glowing eerily.

"Now copy it. Focus all your strengths," he said.

She closed her eyes, clearly visulazing the power in her mind. She felt a burning sensation in her eyes and opened them. To her amazement, a repeat of the same, ecto plasmic energy appeared in her hand, only a different color, blue.

"Why are mine always blue?" she asked, confused.

"I'm not sure why. But every ghost is unique, making their powers form to match them," he said. "You are a very talented ghost."

"What next?"

"How are you on flying?"

"I'm not real big on the heights, but I think I'll have to get over that," she said, laughing.

"Yes, you'll have to do that," he said.

"But otherwise, I think I've got it," she said.

"Good. And changing back to human mode to ghost form and back again?" he asked.

She felt a sudden suspicion. "I've got that too."

"Alright."

She was glad he'd moved on.

"Intangibility and invisibility?" he asked.

"They're both fine," she said.

"Well, I can offer more, but not for today," he said. He placed an arm on her shoulder. Jazz felt an uncomfortable shudder go through her. The next thing she knew, her whole body was tingling, and there was a flash of light as she changed back to her human form.

She screamed as she felt herself fall backwards in alarm, slipping off the edge. This was it….she'd fall to her death, with the great nothingness below her in the Ghost Zone.

But an arm gripped hers just in time, and pulled her up. She shrugged him off, and stared into the eyes of the stranger ghost.

She'd been tricked. She glared at him, not knowing why she wasn't turning back into her ghost form and zooming off. Looking up into his eyes, she expected to see a triumphant gaze in his eyes, but she didn't. It was surprise she saw.

"Jazmine?" he asked.

She froze, her eyes wide.

"H—how…do you know my name?" she stammered.

"You too?...I thought…." He seemed to have problems speaking himself.

"Who are you?" she asked, freaked out, and shaking.

"I know you. You know me too, but not in this form. Had I known who you were in the first place, this would have been easier."

"Easier for what? So you could kill me?"

"I never had the intention of killing you and your brother Jazz," he said.

She closed her eyes, changing back to her ghost form, silver gloves and blue bodysuit. Glowing blue eyes and silvery hair.

"So what did you want?" she demanded.

"Look at this would you?" asked a voice. They both flipped around to see what looked like a great big, chrome robot looking thing staring back at them. Flaming blue hair accented his many, technical objects adorning him.

"What do you need Skulker?" Plasmius snapped, annoyed.

"Who's this?" he asked, ignoring him, and staring straight at Jazz.

"Ghost Gal," she replied.

"Half human, half ghost," he said. "Seems like we're starting a new species. You and that insolent little ghost—"

Plasmius dug around his cape, under the eye of Skulker, who was staring only at Jazz, who was confused. Who was this guy? He pulled out a tiny, yet expensive instrument, and started pushing buttons.

"—who I will catch and add to my collection or—"

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Plasmius asked, hiding the electronic again.

There was a large beeping noise that reminded Jazz of the corral music they played for the bull fights and horse races.

Skulker stared at his wrist. "Fly to library. Get a book… on that darn gorilla," he said miserably. Not by his fault, two metal wings popped out from his back and he hung his head as he was helplessly flown away.

Jazz turned to Plasmius, who shook his head.

"One of my servants. He's had a run in with your brother a couple of times," he explained. "Skulker is a collector of rare and unique things."

"Interesting," she said sarcastically, hoping he'd get the hint.

He did. "I won't tell anyone your secret Jazmine, or should I say Ghost Gal. Very odd name, I must admit though."

"I got it from my father," she said. She didn't know why she said that.

"Your father," he said angrily.

"What?" she asked. "How do you know all of us?"

"Like I said, I've met you before."

"Then why won't you tell me who you are?" she asked.

"How about this. I will keep your secret. But you won't know my real name."

"You mean blackmail?" she asked, cringing.

"You never know."

She sighed. "Fine." Her first day. How to describe it. Chaotic. She was getting blackmailed by a ghost who was helping her at the same time, her brother was becoming evil, and she had already ticked off another ghost. What a day. But she reminded herself of something. Her brother had to go through this everyday. Now she had to help him.

"Is there any counter spell for getting rid of Atheme's spell on Danny?" she asked.

"Now I understand why you have such an interest in him. He's your brother," he said. "But no, I have no clue on how to reverse it. You'll have to see Atheme yourself, or deal with him."

"I'm going to find it," she declared, both to herself and Plasmius.

"Well, I've taught you some basics. Now you're closely prepared for any weak or medium ghost that you face. But I don't know how young Danny ranks," he said.

"Want to find out?"

Jazz jumped about a foot into the air, literally. Twisting around, she saw a pair of glowing red eyes watching her, only about six feet away from them.

"I'll leave you two alone. Come to me if you ever need any more assistance," Plasmius said. There was a flash of light and he disappeared from her side.

She stared at the empty spot, angered and relieved at the same time.

The boy flew over to her, and they glanced into each other's eyes.

"Making friends with the enemy?" he asked.

"It's none of your business Danny," she snapped.

"The name Danny means nothing to me anymore," he said.

"Oh, I see. So what are you going to go by then? Daniel?" Jazz asked. If she knew her brother, he'd get angry at being called that. But she had to remind herself that this wasn't her brother, sort of.

But he was ticked. "Don't ever call me that."

"What's the matter? Ghost Gal too much for you?" she taunted. If she could get him angry, maybe he'd snap out of it. Her brother's true nature would break through.

"Ghost Gal? What kind of stupid name is that? That's just about as stupid as Danny Phantom," he said.

"I made it up," she said, feeling a twinge of annoyance. "Listen, I can help you." She tried a new approach. Anger didn't seem to be working.

"I don't need your help," he said. "In fact, I don't think anyone needs your help." He held out his hands, and a burst of silver light appeared in his hands. "So let's end it there then."

And he threw it as hard as he could at her.

Sorry, I just had to add the whole Skulker thing in there. I've always thought it was hilarious. Anyway, it's starting to get a little bit interesting. Brother vs. Sister. Who will win? Wouldn't you like to know? Tell me who you're siding with, I like to hear what you think. Think of it as an intellectual question. Please RR and tell me who you think will win! And I'll try and update for once.

Sneak peek below!

Lateraina Wolf

Chapter Eight?

Jazz felt his dark eyes circling him, and tried to watch his every movement. She didn't know why she was trembling, why she was afraid. She was insane. This was her brother. But a voice spoke to her, her conscience. "He's not your brother anymore…."

And she knew it had to be true. An obsessive impulse came over her. She wanted to help him more than anything. And if it involved exposing herself, so be it.

"Danny—" she began.

"Dark Phantom," he corrected.

"Can you teach me the dark side?" she asked.

His mouth dropped open, staring at her in surprise. "What?"

"You're right. Being evil sounds exhilarating, I want you to teach me," she said. She hoped this would work. She dropped down to the ground of her parents' lab, and watched in amazement as he followed her.

"You want me to teach you how to be a bad ghost?" he asked. Now he had another look in his eyes. It was suspicion.

She turned around, walking to the dark, powerless Fenton Portal. The lever next to it was still pulled down from where they had crashed into it. "Well, yeah. I've watched you, and I realize, yes, I want to learn. I want to be evil. I want to be powerful."

"Uh, huh," he said, shaking his head, and looking down. Maybe he did understand.

He stared behind her thoughtfully, at the portal, and began walking towards her. Laying an icy hand on her shoulder, he gave in, and smiled at her.

"You really want to learn?" he asked.

"I'll be your slave, if I must," Jazz said, trying to laugh convincingly.

"Okay. What are you willing to risk?"

"Anything," she replied firmly. Oh, my god, he was really falling for it.

"Really?"

"Yes." She was getting good at talking to people.

"Even death?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" She pulled away, her eyes narrowed.

He smiled. "Death." He flew towards her and shoved her roughly with his hands. Unprepared, she flew backwards until she hit the back of the portal room with a hard thud.

"Death comes to all doesn't it?" he asked, staring at her from the doorway.

She rubbed her head, stars dancing in her eyes.

"Now it's your turn," he said. He raised his hand-and pulled the lever up.