Lisa is ONE NAUGHTY BIOTCH! I finished the sketch quickly and raced for this chapter because it totally rules. I think. Ah, well. Time for me to show off my total power over this story! I suppose this can be considered my Halloween story…I love it so much! I'll try and finish since tomorrow I begin my crazy November journey!

DISCLAIMER: sigh…no. I also don't own the words, they're just something translated into Russian.

RATED: T for slightly mature themes, mention of blood, language.

Chapter 2

"Tendencies"

How he knew they were vampire powers was a mystery, but he knew. It was, again, an instinct, and the minute he got home, he fought the urge to suck on his wound and instead headed for the cupboard in the bathroom.

Danny found some gauze and tape. He wrapped the gauze around his arm repeatedly several times and then, shaking with the stupidity of his choice, taped it up. He could only think two things in his drowsy mind:

God, I'm so tired. And my teething isn't helping.

How stupid was that idea? Gauzing my arm!

But he would live, and he knew it as he trudged up the stairs to his room. Shutting the door, he undressed and jumped on his bed, immediately falling into a deep sleep. He neglected the newly burned mark on his skin: a blood red snake slinking up a pole with a fang sticking into its side like an ambulance mark. In words beneath it, it said:

Danyek. Teper vperod on budet snam.

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The next day, Danny woke up bright and early, not tired at all. He stared in disbelief at his clock; 6:30? Preposterous! But he didn't mind as he climbed into the shower, careful with his gauze. Shampooing his hair, he hissed slightly; the light was pouring in from the window into the bathroom. Now he minded very much.

Once he came down for breakfast, showered and clean and wearing sunglasses, he sat down in his chair usual. Maddie, his mother, came up and sat down beside him, pouring him some cereal and questioning him.

"Danny, why are you wearing sunglasses?"

"It's too bright out."

"Why is your arm in gauze?"

"I got a deep cut."

"What are you hiding?" Maddie was a ghost hunter, not dumb.

"What makes you think that?" asked Danny nervously.

"The fact that your eyes are more black than anything." Even through the sunglasses Maddie could see the usually beautiful eyes.

"It's an illusion!" yelled out Danny out of instinct, bolting out of his seat and grabbing his backpack. He ran out the door in less than five seconds and appeared as a blur to a dumbfounded Maddie.

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Danny had met up with Sam and Tucker outside Sam's mansion as they began their journey to school. Keeping his eyes down on the sidewalk, Danny avoided voluntary conversation.

"So…" Sam gulped. "Is everything okay?"

"Stop beating around the bush," sighed Danny, pushing the sunglasses up higher and squinting. "I figured it out last night. Why do you think I gauzed my arm so heavily?"

"So…you know?" asked Tucker, investigating his arm. Danny nodded. Gulping, he continued speaking.

"I'm…I'm a vampire." It took an effort because it just seemed so surreal to him to be both a ghost and a vampire while trying to be a human all the while.

Sam gripped his gauzed arm just above his elbow. It burned and Danny hissed just like he did earlier in the morning but louder. That was a painful grip she had on him!

"Danny, did you notice that tattoo on your arm?" Danny shook no. "It's the vampire symbol, I think. And it has some words…" Sam squinted at the words, reading them in a foreign language, her eyes growing wide.

"Oh…crap," she said, looking up, letting go of Danny's arm.

"What?"

"It's nothing surprising, but it says 'Danny. Forward on from this moment he'll be with us'."

"In what language?" asked Tucker with a raised eyebrow.

"Modern Russian," replied Sam.

"Well, I'll just have to try and fit in, then," said Danny, shrugging. That would not be easy. And all three knew it.

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Later that day in gym, teams were being picked for rough soccer. The captains were Dash and a kid Danny hardly knew: Tommy.

"Kwan," called Dash.

"Matt," called Tommy.

"Will," said Dash, pointing to his fellow jock.

"Joey."

"Derek."

"Danny."

By now, all teams were called and Danny, still with a gauzed arm and sunglasses, stood at midfield position, waiting for the ball to be tapped. But that would take a while with Dash's team.

"Why you wearing sunglasses, Fenton? You weak?" taunted Dash. "Did you get a cut falling off the bed? Awww, poor Danny!" he said in mock sadness, his lower lip out. Danny, getting enough crap for one day, strode over to Dash, whom he was almost at the same height now. He slid off the sunglasses resentfully, biting back a hiss, and showed his eyes to Dash, boring holes in his head.

"Shut up, Dash," he said, his voice slightly lower than yesterday. His eyes were no longer a wonderful blue, but a deep, hollow black. Dash took a step back as Danny advanced. "Awww, is Dash scared?" he mocked. "In case you didn't know, Baxter, I'm wearing sunglasses because I was in a pool yesterday with an irrationally high chlorine level. But I don't expect you to understand anything past 'yesterday'," laughed Danny coldly, advancing on Dash even more, who was now backing up against a wall.

"Shut up, and you'll be spared," he half-hissed to him, sliding his sunglasses back on, motioning for Dash to get back to the game.

Somewhere in the middle of a game, Joe kicked the soccer ball in Derek's direction on accident, who went sliding on the floor to get the ball. Derek's knee was scraped, and he had enough scrapes there. So a small trail of blood was left behind.

In the same area, Tommy had kicked a ball so hard, it collided with Kwan's face and his tooth along with some blood fell to the ground, soon forgotten. But in Danny's eyes, that's all there was.

After the game, when everyone was dismissed for lunch, Tucker stayed behind for Danny, who was now standing over the puddle of red. He wanted it so bad, but why should he have it? Why shouldn't he have it?

Danny kneeled down and slid his fingers gracefully in the blood, thankful for the gift. He began licking his fingers in total bliss when he felt Tucker's hands on his shoulders. He turned around in surprise, seeing a slightly angry Tucker; lunch had started five minutes ago, and by now, the lunch line was longer than the perimeter of the cafeteria.

He ignored Tucker and continued with his gift until Tucker sighed and pulled him up and away from his treat. They stayed still that way, Tucker seemingly hugging Danny, when realization dawned on Danny. He hissed angrily, baring his fangs at him, and Tucker let him go, leaving him alone in the gym to feat on the treat.

But when he finished, Danny needed more. It wasn't enough, his lunch was not enough right now. There were so many people he could go for, but he knew exactly who he wanted.

He couldn't have it! Idiot! Why would you do that? He thought reprimands in disgust at the idea of him actually wanting blood to drink, even if he was a vampire. It seemed strange again.

Now it was all a matter of whether his vampire-like mind was right, or if his usual mind was right.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3: when I get some sleep…

This was typed up at 1:45 am, so be happy. I'm coming down with a cold and have to make several mugs of hot chocolate a day…oh, boy, right now I just want bed! Enjoy this chapter, I felt like I went on a strange tangent. But the next chapter, we really start to get into it! I'll tell you now: the Danny in my sketch is totally awesome, and the Jazz is…slightly strange, but very beautiful nonetheless.

As a notice ahead of time, the Russian language is going to play a big role in this, and it's going to be basic because I'm horrible at it and I forget much of it very easily. All of it will be in English characters, and the last chapter will consist of translations. And a last note: Sam only knows few words. She didn't know all that was on the tattoo, but made a very, very good educated guess.