HA-ZAA! I finally finished my report the week before vacation! I bet I failed though...oh, poor Ethan Allen, he's probably rolling over in his grave! Haha!

thesleepwarrior: You're getting tired of writing box ghost's revenge? …. Oh, well, I know how you feel. I'm actually getting really tired of writing my two fics, and I already have an idea for two other ones and I just want to be done with these though. Still, ideas aren't coming easy to me. Something weird has to happen to me- like a weird dream or something. That's where I got the ideas for this story in the first place. Ha ha, anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and- don't lose hope on your story… I need to read the ending!

purpledog100: Yes, Gran Gran has a rather large addiction to chocolate-like the caviar. Haha, well, I do hope you are enjoying this, and I invite you to pull up a chair-as well as ten boxes of Hershey's chocolate- and keep reading! And possibly….review? WHO KNOWS?

WELL, I do hope you enjoy this next chapter. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Danny Phantom-who the fuck on this site does! Honestly?

Chapter 10
The Thermos

Valerie thought for a moment and shrugged. "Surprise me," she told her. Jen nodded and picked the phone up off her desk and dialed a few random numbers. Tapping her fingers and starring at her nails while she waited. "Hey, Brent? Yeah, I need two rooms…I don't care if they're smoking! Okay-okay…uh hu, I don't know what that word means-alright then!" she said hanging up the phone and tossing two room cards at Valerie. "Your rooms are on floor 3, they're both smoking and none smoking-I don't think it matters-they're numbers 324 and 328-enjoy yourselves,"

Valerie looked at the two keys and turned around to Danny and Sam. "Okay, who wants which-wait a minute," she stopped herself. "One…two…where's Tucker?" Funny she asked. Because once she did, he came zooming through the doors while riding a cart filled with their stuff on it. The elevator doors had opened and while he was riding down the hall, and they crashed inside the elevator, causing a man that was inside, to jump out.

Jen starred at the three of them blankly. "…shit, Al's gonna make this come out my check…" Danny smiled, snagging one of the room cards from Valerie and raced over to the elevator.

"Enjoy your walk up the stairs," he smiled as the doors closed and the elevator zoomed up to the third floor.

Sam sighed and turned to Valerie. "Hey, don't look at me," Valerie told her heading towards the stairs. "He's your boyfriend,"

"What-I didn't say anything," she said following her up the stairs. "I just looked at you-"

"You were giving me the death glare," Valerie cut her off, still looking forward.

Sam rolled her eyes and continued walking. "I give everyone the death glare,"

When the two of them had made it to the third floor, Valerie turned to Sam. "Where'd they go?" Sam shrugged, but the two of them cringed when they heard a crash coming from down the hall.

"I'll take a wild guess that's them," Sam grinned racing down the hall. Valerie followed and halfway down the hall, they found their bags in a row right outside the elevator. Following the trail of baggage's, they found Danny and Tucker, crushed underneath the cart.

"Whoa," Tucker smiled, shaking his head and pushing the cart away. "Can't remember the last time I've had this much fun in a hotel,"

"Not counting that time we threw ice down the entire second floor last year at the Marriott?" Danny laughed.

"You know it!" Tucker said high-fiveing him.

Valerie shook her head and picked up her bag. "Boys…will be boys," she muttered walking down the hall, accompanied by Sam. Tucker turned to Danny and pointed down the hall.

"What's eatin' them?" he asked.

Danny shrugged and picked up the cart, along with their own bags. "They think we're immature,"

"Immature, oh, not you Daniel," a voice said from behind the two of them. "Who on Earth would ever think that?"

Danny felt cold as a blue mist poured out of his mouth. He turned around, only to see two gray eyes starring back at him. "Stalking, Vlad? This is a new low, even for you,"

Vlad chuckled slightly and folded his arms. "No, Daniel, stalking not my type of thing. Too messy. Just thought I'd stop by and say hello to a friend up in Knoxville, you?"

Danny rolled his eyes. "Just…passing through. And to think, we both showed up at the same hotel. What a totally unplanned coincidence,"

"Oxymoron, you mean?" Vlad chuckled again. "I laugh because we've had this conversation before,"

"I know," Danny turned to Tucker. "Well, love to catch up on old times, but we really should be going," he said pushing Tucker down the hall. Vlad still stayed in the same position though.

"You know, you'll have to tell her sometime, Daniel," Vlad called down the hall, still looking strait forwards. Danny glanced down the hall to see Vlad turning his head and smiling at him. "Better she hears it from you then from...somebody else,"

Danny nodded, looking down at the white handkerchief still tied around his arm. "I know," he said, just loud enough for Vlad to hear him. Vlad snickered as he walked down the hall, and Tucker turned to Danny, still slightly confused.

"What was he talking about?" Tucker asked using their room key to open their door.

Danny shook his head as he followed Tucker inside. "Nothing important," he replied throwing his stuff down on one of the beds. Tucker folded his arms and looked at him. Danny laughed slightly. "It's nothing Tuck, honest," He told him.

Tucker nodded. "I know, I know. Man…I'm starving. Wanna order pizza?"

"If you promise not to eat all of it this time," Danny shrugged closing the door. Tucker smiled picking up the phone for room service.

"Remind me again, why are we watching this?" Sam groaned angrily as her and Valerie both sulked watching an episode of Laguna Beach. "I hate this show,"

"I hate it too," Valerie replied still sulking. "But it was either this or Spanish soap operas on channel 19,"

"Pft, please," Sam rolled her eyes sinking her head into her hands. "I saw those at school every time Paulina broke a nail,"

Valerie laughed slightly, but flinched at the show. "Oh, God, anything is better than this," she said quickly changing it to channel 19. "I'll kill myself if I keep watching it," The two of them looked at the TV in confusion as all that came out of it was Spanish.

"Any idea what's going on?" Sam asked looking at Valerie.

"No clue," Valerie replied. "But it seems like every time I watch these, Maria is leaving Antonio for Ricardo,"

"Ah, then that's probably why Antonio is down on his knees, begging something to Maria," Sam said.

"Guess so,"

"Oh, God, look at us," said Sam in disgust as she sat up from her bed. "We're discussing Spanish soap operas in the Holiday Inn,"

"Life if both repulsive and wonderful," Valerie laughed shaking her head. Sam managed to smile at that and got up off the bed. "Where you going?" Valerie asked, still gazing at the TV set.

"Goin' for a walk," Sam shrugged as she opened the door.

"Well, hurry back," Valerie called after her as she left the room. "It looks like Ricardo is going to kill Julio for sleeping with Connie,"

"I will," Sam rolled her eyes closing the door. She walked down the hall to the elevator and pressed once on the down button. She stood there waiting for the elevator, until she was interrupted by someone.

"Oh, hello, Samantha" she heard someone say. Sam spun around to see standing in front of her, none other than Vlad Masters. "Out for a stroll I presume?" he asked.

"Sorta," Sam said cautiously as the elevator stopped at floor two for a moment. "Needed to clear my head, I guess…What are you doing here?"

"Oh, got a call yesterday that a friend of mine just had a castle built up in Knoxville," Vlad replied. "Going to see it tomorrow,"

"…A castle?" Sam asked. "Why would anyone build a castle in Tennessee?"

Vlad shrugged. "Why would anyone build a castle in Wisconsin, or a mansion in Amity Park?" he smiled.

"Hmm, Touché," Sam nodded as the elevator doors opened.

"I was out for a walk myself, actually," Vlad gestured towards the elevator. "Join me," Sam glared at him a moment and folded her arms. "I won't kidnap you this time as bait for Daniel," Vlad said innocently, holding up his hands, then placing his right one on his heart. "You have my word,"

"Sure," Sam sarcastically.

"Oh, come now, Samantha," Vlad grinned. "Just a walk, no strings attached. What have you got to lose?"

"Besides my self-respect?" Sam replied stepping into the elevator as Vlad did the same. "No tricks this time?"

Vlad nodded. "No tricks,"

Sam shook her head as the doors closed. "I can't believe I'm doing this,"

"The more things a man is ashamed of, the more respectable he is." Vlad told her. "So said, George Bernard Shaw,"

"Of course," Sam rolled her eyes as the elevator reached the first floor and the two of them stepped out. "I should have known having a conversation with Vlad Masters would lead to quotes,"

"Well, of course," Vlad chuckled as the two of them walked over to the hotel doors and walked outside. "Quotes are what make life a bit more interesting, no matter how meaningful, or meaningless, they may be,"

Sam nodded, but then stopped as they reached the outdoor pool. "What do you want?"

"Pardon?"

"You wouldn't just randomly talk to your enemies girlfriend without having a reason for it,"

"Oh, and what good are enemies if you never get a chance to chat with them?" he asked. "A wise man gets more use from his enemies than a fool from his friends...Baltasar Gracian" he smiled.

Sam sighed. "Again with the quotes,"

Vlad laughed slightly. "Well, actually, Samantha, now that you mention it," he said starching his beard and looking down at the pool. "I do have one question for you,"

"Yes?"

"You and Daniel," he said. "You seem pretty close knit,"

"Duh," Sam said sarcastically. "Incase you haven't noticed, we've been going out for three years,"

"You tell each other everything, right?" He said.

"Yeah, I…guess so," Sam hesitated, scratching the back of her neck. "…Why are you asking me this again?"

"Oh, no reason, really," Vlad said still walking along the pool. "It's just, well, it seemed as if you were a bit surprised about a certain scar running down along his arm,"

"Wait-how would you know anything about-"

"The point is, my dear," he turned to face her. "Why don't you tell each other everything?"

"I never said we didn't," Sam debated

"Ah, but when you did, you hesitated," Vlad smirked.

Sam stepped back, about to walk away. "I don't have to stand here and explain my own relationship to you,"

"Perhaps," Vlad said placing a hand on her shoulder to keep her from walking away. "But, there are some certain things that you should know, including that little, arm situation,"

"What do you mean?" Sam spun around. "He got it from a ghost fight-"

"Oh, is that what he told you?" Vlad smirked again. "He's had a habit of telling you that for the past month, hasn't he?"

"…What- what would you know about it?"

"Well, if you're so close, why don't you just ask him?" Vlad asked her, but she said nothing in reply, only walked along the pool area again. "Ah, tried that already?" Vlad said. "Well, when things like that happen, I find its best to take matters into my own hands,"

Sam stopped and looked at him. "What are you trying to suggest?"

"…He's been 'ghost fighting' right?" Vlad smiled leaning in a bit closer. "Well, what better way to get information from a ghost them self?" Vlad stood up strait again and fixed his suit. "Well, I must say, it's been wonderful having this conversation with you. However, I find it's time I go now. Perhaps I'll go take out some soup," Vlad turned on his heel, putting stress on the word soup. "Goodnight, Samanatha,"

Sam stood there, watching him walk off and starring blankly into the outdoor pool as the moon's reflection shown brightly in it. Shaking her head to regain her focus, Sam walked off into the parking lot area. "Oh, please," she told herself. "It's Plasmius, for God's sake! You know he's just trying to get you against Danny," But as she saw Tucker's car placed in the center of the parting lot, she couldn't help but walk over to it. The drivers door was locked, so she opened up the back seat and sat inside, closing the door shut behind her. She sat there for a moment, looking around the car, and then something caught her eye. The Fenton thermos, stuck right underneath the back of the drivers seat. Sam widened her eyes. "That's probably what he meant by the soup thing," she said aloud, still starring at the thermos. It was too much, and the tempt was too overbearing so she picked up the thermos and held it in her hand. Without thinking, she clicked on the release button.

The thermos began to glow green, as well as the rest of the car. The thermos was begging to be too hard to hold onto, and it slipped out of Sam's hands onto the floor of the car. A green light then burst out of the thermos, and something was then shot out into the seat right next to her. Something quite big. It was what seemed to be a giant wolf, with green pants, ripped at the knees and a light green hoodie. Its hand's were bond together, and it appeared to be whimpering.

Sam gasped and made her way over to it as she untied it's hands. "Wulf!" she half said-half asked. "Wha-what were you doing in the Fenton thermos!" Sam finally managed to say as she threw of the ropes tied around his hands. Wulf stopped whimpering and turned his gaze to Sam, now narrowing his eyes. He reached out his paw-like hand and wrapped it around Sam's neck.

"Where is he!" he shouted at her. "Where!"

"What the- you speak English?" Sam said in astonishment, trying to break free.

"WHERE IS HE! He tried to kill me! Where are you hiding him!" Wulf shouted at her again as claws shot out from his other hand.

"Where's who?" Sam asked, starting to panic.

"Where is…Phantom!"

…Whoa, where the hell is this going, you may ask? I KNOW! I am so excited though, this came to me at the mall! AT THE FREAKEN MALL! How in God's name did I think of it there? Uhh…life is so wrong, and yet- it feels so right! Well, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and will come back for the next chapter. And…possibly review? PLEASE REVIEW! WOOT WOOT!

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