Wow, the day after I updated the story, I got more than two reviews! FOUR! SPLEE! BOO-YEAH WHOS AWESOME! I feel loved, haha,

inuyashapup: hey, It's alright If you haven't reviewed in a while, it doesn't really matter. I would have talked to you when I sent chapter 11 (or, really ten)…but once I sent it I saw you had reviewed…haha, talk about your bad timing. I really should read these things. Oh, well, glad you liked it. And enjoy this chapter.

the sleep warrior: OH! Shit, I didn't see that! HAHA! I can't believe I forgot to write the rest of my penname on it. I have super powers, I should have foreseen this! Oh, did I say this at all? I have the gift of foresight now. Haha. It made a pretty sweet birthday gift! Anyway, I know, NO ONE expected Wulf to be in the thermos, I mean, I didn't even suspect him to be in there. This had just randomly came to me, like I said, in the friggen mall (Maybe it was because I saw that pretty kick ass Anakin Skywalker shirt in hot topic, which is now mine, I think I'm wearing it now actually. Hold on…uh hu, I am. It's nice, you know? Real cotton, black with a little blue from the light saber he's holding…very soft. But still, what does that even have to do with Danny Phantom and Wulf being in the thermos anyway? I don't know, maybe I was just high, I kept smelling that perfume…mmm…lilac. If smelling lilac is gonna give me these ideas, then I think I better go back there and buy that perfume!) and it just came to me. You're sister's finally not going to see your fanfics? That great- I think. That's kinda like what I had to do, My old e-mail address decided to be gay and deleted itself after a few months- probably something about me being 12 when I got it-13 now, take that bitchy computer! Anyway, so I had to use my sister's address. She doesn't read my fanfics, well, not that I know of. She doesn't like the show-but hey- she tells me to keep writing them because she thinks I have potential, or some other nonsense. As for your story, don't kill yourself over it. Just read your own story so far and I grantee something will come to you, and if not…I don't know, I'll buy you some lilac perfume, maybe? Okay, this review is longer than the story itself, so I'm gonna have to stop…I feel like tacos,

Aqua91: I know, the mall is insane! I mean, not only can you buy stuff, but you get ideas from it too…scary. Maybe It was all the people walking around, I got the idea the day after Christmas when I went, it was insanely crowded…I hated it. So many long lines…to many people, I shutter. Anyway, I'm glad you like it. Perhaps this next chapter will be just as good…I wish too much.

purpledog100: What'd ya mean you don't have much foresight, I mean, you might not, but you have…well, um, you still have…you have a great personality! Am I right? Honestly. Anyway, yeah. Vlad is crazy. Haha, crazy stalker, you gotta love that guy! Vlad and his house cat- which does not exist…yet. It's going to be in an episode. Vlad goes to the little pet shop to get a cat. Haha, that would be the best episode! Maybe he could get a bunny, too, and call it Floppsy Boppsy Cotton tail. They would frolic and be happy…on second thought, lets not do that. Way too much happiness…burns the soul. Anywho, we MUST find out where Amity Park is, it's just killing me…BACK TO THE BAT CAVE! WOOSH!

Okay, my replies took up a whole page, haha. Anyway, back to the actual story! ENJOY!

Disclaimer: No, Butch Hartman owns Danny Phantom-not I. Will I ever?…probably not. But I DO own…THIS STORY! (Cough) and the plot that goes with it (Cough)

Chapter 11
The Skeleton In The Cupboard

Starring at a steaming string of cheese falling off of Tucker's pizza, Danny sat on the bed in the hotel, rocking slightly back and forth to keep the pain on his arm from burning more than it already did. Still curious as to what it had looked like in the past few weeks, Danny carefully tore back the white hanker chief on his arm. Unraveling it for what seemed like ages, he finally unraveled the last bit of cloth and looked at his arm. Stretching from his hand all the way up to his shoulder was a long mark of blood that still seemed fresh, and slightly green. Not because of mold, or an infection, but because of his ghost half.

"It hurts, doesn't it," Tucker asked him. Danny nodded and began wounding back up the cloth. He winced. It hurt to even tie it back up. "I thought you said it's been there for weeks, why hasn't it healed yet?"

"Because of the car accident, it kinda broke the skin again," He replied. Tucker flinched slightly, he couldn't stand the sight of blood, nevermind hospitals. But he was still curious about it.

"How did it happened?" Tucker asked as Danny tightened the handkerchief.

"What?"

"That gash, how did you get it in the first place?"

Danny sighed and looked forward, keeping his eyes away from Tucker. "It was a while ago," he began. "One day in the Ghost Zone. But it wasn't so much an accident…as it was in defense,"

"Defense?" Tucker said raising and eyebrow. "Against what?"

"…Against me," Danny replied.

"Who did it?"

"A mons-" Danny stopped himself and sighed. "Some one I once called friend,"

"Would I know them?"

Danny nodded. "Yeah. You saved him...a few years ago,"

Tucker shook his head. "I don't recall ever saving anyone. Can't you just tell me?"

Trying to stray away from the topic, Danny shook his head and laid his head down on the pillow in front of him. "It doesn't matter," he told Tucker as he closed his eyes. "It was a while ago…"

What seemed like so long ago to Danny, was only a month. He stood in front of the Fenton Portal, taking a deep breath at what he knew he had to do. A blue light then glowed around him, and he found himself inside a black jumpsuit with white gloves and boots, and an odd looking D in the middle. His hair was silver, eyes glowing green, and a metallic green and silver thermos tucked at his white belt. He then walked (or more accurate, floated) inside the portal. He kept soaring around for hours, until he came across a small, wooden hut, where he knew someone was hiding. He landed onto the firm ground around it and knocked on the door. It creaked open slightly, and there was one green eye with black fur practically covering it starring outside. Danny smiled slightly to let it know it was okay, and the door completely swung open. The same wolf-like creature Sam had seen was standing at the door.

"Friend?" it asked. Danny nodded. "Oh, well don't just stand there," he said moving back inside. "Come in, come in," Danny stepped inside the hut as Wulf looked around outside and finally closed the door.

"It's been a while, Wulf," Danny told him.

Wulf nodded. "Yes, yes it has. Fours years, a little more, perhaps,"

"You've finally been speaking English too," Danny smiled. "Apparently, you didn't eat those books you found in here,"

"Yes," Wulf laughed. "Though, I do not understand how they talk…Where is tho? It makes no sense," Danny nodded and scratched his head, not saying a word in the awkward silence. Breaking the silence, Wulf decided to speak. "I think I'll try to find them, they're upstairs. It's been a while, hiding out here,"

"I'll be waiting down here," Danny called as Wulf dashed up the stairs. Danny strolled into the kitchen room right after he left, he was looking for something that he thought was here. He opened a few cupboard, but all that came out was a few spiders or a bat. Until he opened one on the bottom near the sink. Just what he had suspected to be in here. Bones. Not chicken bones. Or any other type of meat, but human. Ghosts and human. As he heard foot steps walking down the stairs, Danny quickly shut the cupboard and turned around to see Wulf right behind him, placing the book in his hands down on the wooden counter.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked in suspicion.

Danny sighed and shook his head. "Wulf, it's good to see you again, and all," he told him. "But…I'm not here for the reason that you think I am,"

"…I see," Wulf nodded. "And what reason would it be?"

"About a month ago," Danny started as he began to pace the floor. "There was, a ghost attack in a city a few miles away from Amity Park. Many, many people were killed and-" Danny bit his lip. "And I had been trying to find out who was responsible for the attack, and, every had lead me here," Danny turned around to face Wulf.

"And you think I was the one who lead it-"

"I know it was you," Danny cut him off.

"You can't think it was me,"

"Wulf," Danny snapped. "About ten dozen eyewitnesses saw you,"

"It wasn't my fault," Wulf said angrily. "I was being controlled," Danny said nothing to what he had replied. He only glared at him. "And you don't believe me?"

"I want to," Danny lowered his head. "But I can't,"

"My friend, I told you it was not my fault!" Wulf yelled. "I was being overshadowed-"

"Damn it, Wulf, no you weren't!" Danny shot at him. "A ghost can't overshadow another ghost without fusing themselves into each other,"

"I didn't kill anyone," Wulf hissed.

"Yes, you did," Danny told him. "And I can't let a killer loose," As Wulf saw from the corner of his eye Danny reaching for the Fenton Thermos, he picked him up and hurled him into the wall, which Danny smashed through when thrown. Wulf tore threw the pieces of broken wood outside the hut towards Danny.

"Why won't you believe me?" he spat.

"Because it isn't true," Danny narrowed his eyes. "You're lying," Wulf growled at Danny as he reached his paw at him and picked him up. Thinking quickly, Danny readied an ecto-plasmic energy ball in his hand and blasted at Wulf into the wall. Broken pieces of wood landed on him and starched him as Danny reached into his belt, pulling out Fenton Rope that his Dad had invented about a week or so ago. He stepped on Wulf's stomach to keep him from moving and he tied his hands together. Wulf howled in anger and with his two hands, blew Danny in the head and he went soaring into the air. Danny soared at him with another plasma ball in his hands, but Wulf was quicker. He darted away and as three green claws shot out of one of his paws, he scratched at Danny and left a long green blooded mark running down his entire right arm. Danny cried out in pain as he grabbed at his arm, and in anger, he grabbed Wulf by the collar of his shirt and threw him into the wall of the hut. After Wulf struggled to get up, he noticed the Fenton Thermos, perfectly perched on the ground. Danny saw it as well and he raced towards it. Wulf did the same. The both ended up grabbing hold of it until Danny punched Wulf in the face and he fell to the ground in the pile of broken wood.

Wulf howled out in anger again, shaking his head to regain his focus. But he was still to weak to get up. He turned to Danny, his eyes burning with furry. "Vendetta!" he snarled at him. "I can no longer look upon you, and call you as friend,"

Danny gulped, the feeling of swallowing his own pride as he did so. "So be it," he said, pointing the thermos slowly at Wulf. His own eyes were filled with sadness and anger, but he held it all back as he pressed the small green button on the thermos, and Wulf was sucked inside. "I'm sorry," was the last thing Danny heard himself say to his former friend as he closed the thermos shut with the cap. "…But I only did what I had to…"

Danny shot up from the bed and looked around. The lights were off and Tucker had fallen asleep in his chair, pizza cheese dangling off of his face. Danny sighed I relief, looking around. He grabbed at his arm, which was still throbbing in pain. Without thinking, he got up from the bed and tiptoed over the door, as not to wake up Tucker. As he carefully closed the door as he stepped outside, he turned around and bumped into Vlad.

"Oh, Hello, Daniel," he smirked, brushing off his suit. "Out for a midnight stroll yourself?"

"Sorta," Danny replied. "You going out for one, too?"

"Actually, I'm just coming back from one," Vlad replied starching his silver beard. "Had a very interesting conversation with Miss Manson just now, actually,"

"You did what?" Danny's eyes widened.

"What?" Vlad snickered. "I'm not aloud to talk to your friends? I must have missed that part when I was reading your 'ground rules' list that you gave me,"

Danny narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. "What did you do?"

"We just had a chat," Vlad said innocently, holding up his hands in his own defense. "Honest. Though, you might have come up in it," Vlad paced the floor. "Hmm, I'm not sure if you did-Ah yes, you did. I actually asked why you're a liar,"

"What?" Danny said. "I'm not a liar,"

A grin stretched across Vlad's face. "Oh, aren't you? I must say though, clever, just clever telling her you got it in a ghost fight," he snickered, gesturing towards the white handkerchief on Danny's arm. "Very good, Daniel, very good indeed. Another ten points for you," he clapped mockingly. "If you're still that bad at math, you're up to twenty now,"

Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Danny went back onto the main topic. "Where is she?"

"What, you think I'm hiding her?" Vlad asked. "Ooh, another good guess, though it's too obvious-minus a point,"

"I don't care about you're stupid points," Danny snapped at him. "Where did she go?"

"Well, I might have happened to see here heading towards the parking lot as I walked away," Vlad pondered. "Who knows, maybe she got and idea from me saying something about…soup,"

Danny widened his eyes and ran his hand slowly through his jet black hair. "I left the thermos in the car," he said just above a whisper. "Shit! I knew I should have just left it at home!"

"Oh no, oh good heavens," Vlad teased. "Whatever shall we do if she finds it?"

"You don't know what's in there!" Danny snapped.

Vlad folded his arms. "What? Is it the Box Ghost, with his bubble wrap of death?" ignoring what he had said, Danny pushed Vlad out of his way and rushed down the hall over to the elevator doors. When he was finally gone, Vlad smiled, laughing to himself as he stroked his beard. "Or maybe…it's my little friend that I overshadowed a few months ago,"

CLIFFHANGER! BIG CLIFFHANGER! OOOHHHH, I AM SO DAMN EVIL! AND NOW, I'M GOING TO LEAVE YOU HERE TO ROT IN HELL AS I WRITE CHAPTER 12! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

-Okay, so it wasn't that big a cliffhanger, but we do know so important facts though. Vlad over shadowed Wulf- or was he talking about someone else? (Devilish grin,) YOU'LL NEVER KNOW FOR A WEEK, AHAHAHAHAH! (Attempts to disappear in smoke, but doesn't end up making it to the door in time) DAMN IT! Not again. Oh, well, hopefully by the time you're done reading my evil laugh, I'll be back with chapter 12...

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WOOT WOOT!
I Brake For Ghosts

p.s (That's right, I actually wrote GHOSTS this time!)

p.s.s well, it's two hours till midnight, at my house. 2005 is almost over, 2006 will soon begin...Happy new year, MUAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!