OH MY GOD!….guess what time it is?

IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME, PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!
Where he at, Where he at, Where he at, Where he at-
There he go, There he go, There he go, There he go-
Peanut butter jelly, Peanut butter jelly!
Do the peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly,
Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat!

Do the peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly,
Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat! WHOA!

….don't ask…

My apologies to any of you who suffered brain damage from my evil laugh, or the song.

inuyashapup: No, not bad timing this time, I made sure before I sent it-double check! GASP! You think I'm…creative? SPLEE! (another air bending flip!) haha! Ah, that made my day! THANK YOU!

the sleep warrior: Ha, you enjoyed my authors note? HAHA! Yours was practically bigger than the story itself! Good god, I really have to stop talking so much, oh, but I just enjoy conversations. I'm like Vlad in that way, haha. With his little…"chats" as he calls them. (Wink, wink) You know…Anyway, the tacos thing is a long story…and not sure if you noticed, but-my computer was being gay so I couldn't review chapter 9 for Box Ghost Revenge. Probably because I 'X' out of the review by accident…hehe, stupid Lisa. so, I did it on Sam's perfect Christmas! HAHA, which I also read, don't worry. It was quite fluffy-honestly, I thought I was going to suffocate-hard core fluff! YEAH! Oh, right, and want to hear some ironic stuff…my cousin got me the lavender perfume stuff, HAHA! Well, it was hand lotion, but still smells the same. I might end up over using it (inhales sent)…I don't have an addiction-if-that's what your wondering. How dare you accuse me of this?

…are you doing YOUR peanut butter jelly? Don't. Honestly, please don't. That song was stuck in my head today and it's pissing me off...

Dislclaimer: Blah, blah, blah, I don't own Danny Phantom, blah, blah, blah-You get the picture.

Chapter 12
Twisted Logic

Sam struggled to break free of the furry black paw that was clutched around his throat, but she couldn't. She was trapped. "Danny?" she finally gasped. "Danny did this to you-"

"What-are you deaf!" Wulf sneered at her. "Where is he, I know you're hiding him!"

"I-I'm not hiding anyone," Sam said nervously.

Wulf tightened his grip. "Don't insult me, girl! Where is he?"
"I don't know," she answered. "I swear!"

"Liar!" he spat.

"Look, I haven't seen him in hours!" she choked. "I'm telling the truth! Please, believe me!"

Wulf's anger and grimace turned into a sigh as he released the girl from his clutch. "I understand what it means to not be trusted," he told her. "You should not have to suffer the same," The creature looked around and saw the small thermos on the ground and picked it up. Turning to the girl, he placed it in her hands. "Here," he replied as he fased out of the car and was gone.

"What-wait!" Sam called out as she burst the car door open to find that the wolf ghost had stopped at the sound of her voice. "I don't understand this. Why are you looking for Danny?"

Wulf kicked up and eyebrow. "You don't know?"

"Should I?" she asked.

"I would assume so," he told her. "You being a friend of the ghost boy,"

"But what exactly am I suppose to know!" she said in frustration. "Why were in the thermos, what aren't I being told?"

"You haven't figured it out yet?" Wulf asked. Sam shook her head 'no'. "Why would I be in HIS thermos if he's the only one that tends to capture ghosts in there?"

"Wait-Danny put you in here?" Sam gripped the thermos tighter. "He's been lying to me about this too? What else has he," she folded her arms, demanding an answer from Wulf.

"Well," Wulf folded his arms as well. "You're not the only one he hasn't been listening to, I'll give you that. He wouldn't even give me a chance to comment on what Valerie did to-"

"He what?" Sam cut him off as she dropped the thermos. She could only imagine all the possibilities those sentences held in store. Before Wulf could open his mouth to explain to her what it was, a green blast of plasmic energy knocked him off his guard and he went flying into the air. He landed on his hind legs, digging his claws into the ground to keep him from sliding backwards any further. Wulf shook the broken pieces of tar of his head and looked up at the figure who had shot him.

He narrowed his eyes in anger. "YOU!" Sam jerked her head into the direction in which Wulf was looking and saw the ghost boy. He had silver white hair, part of which dangled above his green eyes. His white gloves were clenched glowing green, ready to strike.

"How'd you get out the Fenton thermos?" he demanded. Wulf jumped into the air and knocked him onto the ground.

"I had help," he smiled.

The boy shook his head, regaining his focus. He readied a green ray in his hand and held it up to Wulf.

"Danny, no!" Sam said stepping in between the two of them. "Don't shoot!"

"Sam?" he asked as he lowered his hand. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, sure, you're asking me this," she narrowed her eyes, gesturing towards Wulf behind her. "And you're the one battling 'Wolverine' here to the death,"

"Look, Sam, it's not what you think," he tried to convince her. "You don't know what he's done,"

"I have done nothing," Wulf snapped at him.

"Explain why more than a dozen people have been killed and then we'll talk," Danny told him as he pushed Sam to the side. She rolled her eyes and sighed, she was sick of being ignored. So she did the only thing that was going to get his attention; she grabbed his ear. "AWW! Sam!" he whined. "Look, I know you're pretty confused, but I'll explain later-"

"-Start explaining," she said sternly. "Now!"

Danny ignored her and fazed out of her grip as he knocked Wulf flat onto his back. Wulf snarled as he grabbed Danny by his suit collar and threw him into the wall of the hotel.

Sam watched in shock at the two of them, but then finally turned her thoughts towards logic. "…Wait," she said aloud. "Why is it no one else is noticing a ghost fight but me?"

Danny continued fighting Wulf, shooting blasts at him as fast as he could. But it didn't matter, Wulf still dodged every one of them. Danny finally gave up on the plasma blasts and struck Wulf with his fists and watched him fly backwards onto his stomach. Danny looked at him and reached to grab his feet to fling him into the wall, but Wulf quickly spun around and scratched his claws at his already damaged arm. Danny cried out in pain as he fell to the ground, clutching his right arm that began oozing out green blood.

Tucker's head shot up from his chair as he heard a scream. He jerked his lip up slightly as he wiped the crusted cheese off his face. Getting up from his chair, he searched around the barren room of darkness and torn up bed sheets.

"D-Danny?" he stuttered. "Is that you?" But with still no reply, he finally realized that there was no one lying down on the bed where Danny was. Just an imprint of someone lying down. Tucker's eye's widened and raced out his room, galloping down the hotel halls like a gazelle! And because the doors were never that sturdy, he quickly bolted open the door to room 328.

"VALERIE!" He cried out in desperation, practically toppling onto the floor. Valerie moved her arm slowly up to her head and groaned.

"Uh…what?" she yawned weakly, shielding her eyes from the blinding light.

"Danny's gone!" Tucker said shaking her.

Valerie rolled her eyes. "You woke me up because Danny went to take a shit and you didn't bother knocking on the bathroom door?"

"No, you don't understand," Tucker continued. "I mean- I saw Vlad in here earlier-there was a scream-I think he went after him-"

Upon hearing that single name Tucker had said, Valerie jerked her head upward, her eyes perfectly open as if she had never been sleeping. "Vlad?" she asked in uncertainty. "Vald's here?"

"Yeah- we saw him when we came in and…why do you care so much all of a sudden?" Tucker asked as Valerie quickly scurried to the door.

"We have to get out of here," she urged him.

"Why-wait, what's this all about?"

"Nothing, I'll tell you later-"

"Val," he said seizing her hand before she opened the door. "What's going on?" Valerie sighed, biting her lower lip with one of her hands still clutched to the room's door. Her mind slowly starting to focus on the event that she knew would come back to haunt her…

"Is this the place?" the taxi driver asked Valerie. "The mansion?"

Valerie turned her gaze to the castle like house and nodded. "Yeah, this is it," she replied opening the door.

"Hey-girl," he called before she shut the door on him. "You pay me now,"

Valerie sighed, rolling her eyes. She had hoped he would have forgotten. "Oh, right," she said in that clueless sort of way as she paid the man what he needed. He took the cash with a satisfied smirk on his face and drove away, leaving Valerie standing at the black gates. She walked over to the little speaking box and waited for someone to say something. With no reply, she gave a subtle "…hello?".

"Password?" the voice responded. She sighed. She'd know that voice anywhere.

"Maddie Masters," she said.

"Come in!" the voice said gleefully as the gates swung open.

"I swear, that guy really needs to find a hobby," Valerie shuttered as she began walking up the long and narrow pathway up to the house. There was an unpleasant feel in the air, as if someone was watching her. She turned around at the sound of a bird fluttering away. "Who's there?" she demanded looking around. No answer. "Show yourself, freak!"

"Freak?" someone said from behind her. Valerie spun around to a green vulture, perched on top of a lamppost that laved next to the pathway. A red cap just barely on it's head. "Vhat's vhat suppose to mean?"

"You-you're talking?" she asked in disbelief.

"Oh, so vhat's hov vit is, huh?" it asked her. "Oh sure, vhen a parrot talks, vit's cute-but vhen a vulture does vit, no! Vit's just cveapy. Pft…lousy vumans," it muttered as it flew off into the sky. "Vhink vhey own the place,"

Valerie starred at the bird as it flew off, still a bit baffled. "Okay…this automatically goes under the category of being just-totally weird," she shook her head as she rang the door bell. a maid in a black dress appeared, her blond hair tied in a knot.

"Oh, are vou Valerie?" she asked in her French-like accent.

'Oh god, not more foreigners,' Valerie thought to herself. She managed to nod though, confirming who she was.

"Oh, bonjour mademoiselle!" the women smiled kissing both cheeks on her face. "Oh, Monsieur Master vill be most pleased, come," she said leading her into the house. "Let's go to vim now," Okay was all Valerie could tell her as the wandered throughout the house. She lead her down a conspicuous looking hallway until they came to a black door.

"Ve svould be in there," she told her, leaving her to nervously open the door on her own. The room wasn't that bright. There were busts of Vlad's fathers, and his father before him, painting on each side of the wall, and a black chair that was facing the window. The figuer in the chair turned around smiling and…speak of the devil.

"Hello, Valerie," Vlad greeted her.

"Nice room," she answered sarcastically. "All that's missing is the sharks with laser beams on their heads and the fluffy white cat,"

"Hm, humorous," Vlad snickered gusting to the chair in front of his desk. "Please, sit," Valerie hesitated, but sat down on the chair, crossing her legs and looking at all the knickknacks and photographs that laid on the old man's desk. There was an old doctored one of Mrs. Fenton on her wedding day, and the man that stood next to her was none other than Vlad himself. Valerie made a face and thought of throwing up, but she resisted.

"Tea?" he asked her. She nodded as Vlad handed her a cup and took a sip from his own. "Mmm...I don't know why, but I've always had quite the weakness for green tea," he smiled in delight. Valerie nodded slightly, still thinking of barfing. "So, I suppose there is some sort of thought as to why I've asked you hear?"

"Yeah, kinda," she answered.

"Well then," he said getting up from his chair and facing the window with his hands folded behind his back. "Let me answer your question with one of my own. You've heard of Broadus, have you not?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, its about an hour away from Amity Park," she replied. "…why are you asking me this?"

"I need, well…a sort of 'delivery' to be made there," he smiled scratching his beard. "There's a certain ghost I'd like to meet there, but, you know. He isn't fond of the public. I thought you'd might be able to…persuade him into coming," Valerie folded her arms. "Oh and of course, the money shall be provided. Half now, half later," he replied taking out a maroon suit case.

Valerie opened up and her eyes widened at the site of the amount of money she saw inside. "Man, and all this time I thought you were playin'," she smiled as she shut the suitcase.

"Oh, I'm quite serious when it comes to money," he replied. "Oh, and the contract,"

Valerie blinked "Oh, right," she nodded reaching for a pen on his desk.

"Oh no, the pen won't be necessary," he smiled taking out a piece of paper. Valerie had already read it before and looked at him.

"And how am I suppose to sign this without a pen?" she asked. Vlad reached onto his desk and grabbed a needle.

"If you'd hold out your hand," he told her. Valerie hesitated, but held it out over the paper and Vlad pricked the needle at her finger. She winced as a drop of her blood dropped onto the paper. It seeped down the paper without leaving a mark and on the signature part of the paper, formed itself into her signature, Valerie Gray. Vlad laughed slightly as he rolled up the paper and turned around, placing it on the mantle behind him.

"Alright then, Mr. Masters," Valerie grinned. "Who is it I have to track down?"

Vlad grinned at her question and turned to face her. "I do believe you're acquainted with Wulf?"…

"Val," Tucker's voice rang through her ears as Valerie regained consciousness. "What's going on?"

Valerie spun around and placed her hands on his shoulders. "I can't explain it fully to you know, all you need to know is that Danny's in trouble and we need to help him,"

"Well, then let's go!" he told her. "But,"

Valerie sighed. "What is it now?"

"Um, incase you haven't noticed, Val," he told her. "I'm not exactly 'Hulk Hogan', if you will," Valerie rolled her eyes and reached into her backpack, taking out an ecto-gun and thrusting it into Tucker's hands.

"Sweet," he smiled gleefully, pretending to aim the gun as if it were a toy.

"Now would be good," Valerie grabbed him by the shirt collar and dragging him out the room. The two of them raced down the halls to the elevator, whom someone walked into and soared down. "Damn it!" Valerie pounded her hand against the wall.

"QUIET!" a voice rang from the room she had knocked on.

Valerie winced. "Sorry!" she whispered softly.

"Come on," Tucker told her racing down another hallway. "We can still make it down the stairs," Valerie followed him as the two hopped down the stairs to the first floor. Jen was still at the check in desk, putting on more make-up. Tucker rushed to the door as he reached the bottom of the stairs and held his ecto-gun up high. "I'm coming, Danny!" he shouted.

Valerie rolled her eyes and chased after him. "Tucker, stop!" she said pulling back the door and running outside. "You're gonna shoot someone's eyes out!

Jen sighed as she began putting on her eyeliner. "Yep…Al's definitely taking this out of my check,"

Valerie looked around outside and rushed over to the pool area. "Tucker!" she yelled into the night, but he was nowhere to be seen. She sighed. "Tucker where are-" before she could finish her sentence, a black glove grabbed her shirt and pushed her up against the wall. Valerie narrowed her eyes. "Plasmius," she choked.

"Ah, ah, ah," he told her as he wagged his finger in front of her face. "No need to make a big fuss on your boyfriend, Valerie," The vampire-like ghost grinned, showing his teeth and snapped his fingers. A purple flame formed where he had snapped his fingers, and a familiar piece of parchment formed out from the flame and floated in the air for a split second as Plasmius snatched it and held it in front of her face. "Incase you didn't read the fine print…you're still under contract,"

Oooooooo…you're probably woundering what's going to happen. Haha, 'I know something you don't know'! I've grown quite found of these "Flash Backs". It's so weird and cool and it tends to explain why certain things are happening. Well, I hope you enjoyed this and will come back for chapter 13. Now, once again, I leave those of you who read this to rot in hell as I write the next chapter! But hey, its not so bad….I've got cookies for all of you! Yay!

Sincerely,
I Brake For Ghosts