To be continued disclaimer: I forgot to do this for chapter one, but this is for that and all the others afterwards. I do not own Danny Phantom in any way and am not making a profit from this. Don't sue. Thank you.

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Part One: Roses are Red, Seduction is You

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Chapter Two: The Night is Young, He'll Take His Cue

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One more time she ran into the wave, allowing the sparkling ocean water to cascade over her, knock her down, and one more time she stood back up, only to run into the frothy water. She had repeated her actions over and over again for as long as an hour, maybe longer. Danny had quit before that, opting to lounge around on the beach and watch his crush from afar, turning down any girl who would so much as come talk to him as best as he could, because more then anything, he just wanted to avoid any deathly glares. She finally stopped, out of breath. She slowly made her way over to him, satisfied smile on her face, and he couldn't help but notice how the water made her bathing suit cling to her body, the obvious female curves seen, her beautiful skin glistening under the sun, as if she were a goddess from underwater, come for him, only him—He shook his head from allowing any further unclean thoughts from entering his head. Damn the perverted part of him!

He turned his attention to the beach: gals, guys, sparkling sand, hot dog stands. Looking out over the ocean, it still amazed him that there could be so much water in just one place. The blueness of it was so different from lakes and rivers, such a violent, yet beautiful purity. The sand, so coarse, but it was also so beautiful, glittering little gems. The sky was so bright, the sun a blazing ball of fire that beat down on the many visitors to the sandy shores who wanted nothing more then warmth, fun, and get drunker than hell.

"Should we eat supper first and then go unpack, or the other way around?" Sam asked the question after she sat down next to Danny, conveniently located on a towel. Tucker was away toward the shady end, thinking he would be lucky enough to score with a girl, and maybe he was right. Maybe all those trips to the gym would work, and maybe his true nerdy ways would shine through and blow everything for him. That was always a very real, very big chance of that happening to the poor friend of the trio. "Personally, I think we should go now. That way we can take time eating out and everything. Besides," she stretched towards the sky, "it's been a while since I've been here. I want to see what this town has to offer." Danny shrugged his shoulders and nodded. He loved not replying right away sometimes. It was making her babble, in turn seemed to make her slightly uncomfortable, and he loved to see her fidget. "Great." She gave a grin and he returned the expression. "You want to go get Tucker or what?"

He stood up, brushing the sand off of his body. She stood up as well, and looked at him expectantly.

"We might as well get the poor boy and spare him from further humiliation." That brought an even wider grin from both of them. No more prompting, Danny grabbed Sam's hand, forcing his fingers to intertwine with hers. She did notice the difference from his usual grabbing of the wrist and didn't say anything, only tagged along behind him. He took off running though, and even though she was in shape, she was no match for somebody with legs almost twice as long as hers, and apparently that wasn't good enough for him, because he slowed and turned to her, a mischievous grin on his face. "Damn, Sam, you're not fast at all." He was grinning even more. Why did she feel that she was going to like it, but most likely regret it? "Just hop on." He turned around and bent over a little, the offer more then obvious. "We don't have all day."

She chewed her bottom lip, thinking. What could she do, walk away?

Actually, she could do such a thing and did do so. She wore a confident smirk on her face and held her head high as she passed him, and then she broke into a sprint, lungs aching, legs feeling like rubber. She never was much of a runner, even after all those times when she would run for her life. Now Danny, he was a runner, and that was clearly evident when she heard him behind her, breathing controlled, unlike her ragged pace. Maybe she could beat him, because only a few hundred feet in front of her was Tucker, listening to his iPod, staring off into space. With that renewed hope, she put on an extra burst of energy, thinking that maybe she could beat him if she tried a little harder; but when she felt his body press up against her in a tackle, she had a strange feeling that she might be wrong.

"Gotcha!" he exclaimed, and sadly enough, he brought both of them down and they hit the gritty sand and rolled, most likely receiving some scrapes, but it didn't matter as much anymore. They rolled to a stop, breathless and laughing. Tucker still hadn't noticed them, too caught up in his iPod and watching the beautiful passing girls, and Danny took the opportunity to hold Sam a little longer then he normally would have, and she noticed, the laughter in her eyes and voice subsiding. He stopped laughing as well, but the grin was still on his face. "See…" He leaned closer to her, his breath light on her skin. "I told you that you aren't fast." Closer, every inch so tantalizingly close, and it would only be one more inch before their lips would touch. "So…slow…Sam."

Just that one last inch…and…

"What are you guys doing?" A shadow blocked them and they looked up to see Tucker standing above them. In an instant, the two were several feet apart, looking off in opposite directions, their faces beet red. Tucker sighed and pulled his headphones from his ears, wrapping them around his hand. There was a smirk on his face as he did this. "You shouldn't let my being here stop you two from getting it on."

Danny was up in an instant, his eyes flashing an angry green. "Okay, first of all, the phrase "getting it on" is so ridiculously childish that I might have to start handing you a sippie cup. Second, you need to stop interrupting and killing the mood. Third, if I'm going to ever kiss Sam, I'll do it in my own time, in the right place, which would include not having you there." Both he and Sam blushed bright red, Tucker taking advantage of it.

"So you are planning on scoring!" He flipped through his iPod and came up with a song. "It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes!" If the boy was relieved from his iPod, it would indeed be a happy day. He was so off key every single time that even someone slightly deaf would be appalled.

"Tucker!" they shouted in unison.

Then, all three broke out in laughter, Danny taking the opportunity to slap Tucker upside the head, which made Sam smile all the more. It was perfect and their joy was so much greater. Danny brought both of them close to him, their heads under his arms, necks encircled in his elbows, and they all walked off back towards the old Honda.

It wouldn't be long and they'd be unpacking and going off to spend a night on the town.

It wouldn't be long and night would come and bring with it the whispered evils in the darkness.

Yes, it wouldn't be long at all, and it was then when the horror would begin.

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The Red Moon Café was a quaint little place located in the shadows where the streets were old cobblestones paved the streets and where the lamps weren't as bright. The tourists who came around here usually left a little more quiet, a little more disturbed and a lot more confused. The place that Red Moon Café was in was nicknamed the Goth District, the cute little name dubbed by the naïve tourists, yet was probably the most appropriate thing. Locals never came down here because of tall, beautiful, and pale people that only came out at night, the ones whose eyes seemed to glow and held an unearthly presence about them. Yes, the Red Moon Café was in the best place it could be for it was run by someone who harbored a dangerous secret, just like several of the "people" that were within this area.

It was in the day that the tourists were safe to visit because the "people" that came about at night were unable to come out. Sunlight was a mortal enemy for some, and for others, it was merely a nuisance and they enjoyed the moon much more than its counterpart of blazing fire.

She walked these streets right now, in the broad daylight, because she was not one of the "people" and instead worked for one of the "people". Because she was working for them, she was on an errand for her master who was now literally dead and yes, her master was a vampire. During the day he was actually dead and slept like the dead would. At night he awoke, was brought back to life, and he took over matters that would need to be attended to, but he was not like other vampires, her master, for he did not sleep in a coffin, but in a large, luxurious bed, usually with a companion of some kind. And, unlike many vampires that had started to appear in modern day times, he was amazingly handsome, with the charm that was seen in the olden days: perfect skin, lustrous hair, and hypnotic eyes. He was the most powerful in this area and was the true master at night. In the meantime, she was in charge, and now, she was doing some investigating like she had been told to do.

As of late, the master had been wishing a lover that could handle his sometimes violent feedings. In his attempt to find one, the murder count in the city had been on the rise, enough so that the police were even starting to notice. Not wanting to attract any more attention, he had ordered her to go out and look for visiting women, ones between the ages of fifteen and twenty-four. While he dabbled in men (after being around for as long as he had, the boundaries of sexuality seemed nonexistent), he liked a woman who was young, innocent enough, and full of energy. So, here she was, on foot with a camera in hand, and taking pictures of anyone who looked suitable enough.

She wanted to shove cross right up her master's ass for making her do this. Damn his soul, even if it was to begin with. She did not want to spend her day having to take pictures of beautiful women, sweating under the hot summer sun! What the fuck was his problem anyways? Why did he make her, of all people, do this? Didn't he see that she was a perfectly suitable lover; that she could feed his appetite and keep his bed warm all the time? Apparently he hadn't since he had asked her to do this. And once again, she damned his soul to the eternal pits of hell, but she knew that if he was sent to hell, she would be too.

There was a nice girl of about twenty-two: curvy figure, waist long blond hair, and beautiful blue eyes. She was wrapped around the arm of a man at the moment, but that could always be changed. The camera went up and a few well placed shots were taken so as to gather the wonderful beauty that the girl possessed. But even as she was taking the picture, she knew that her master wouldn't go for the girl. It was obvious that she was a ditz and the master hated it when he conversed with someone whose mind was duller than a butter knife.

This was all so boring…

And then she felt the incredible amount of spiritual energy coming to her. She looked down the street to see an old blue Honda come screeching around the corner. She could feel the power coming off of someone in that care, actually two different powers: one that was strange and strong, and the other one which was so strong and amazing that it felt like waves of heat. Obviously they didn't know how to hold it in, but the master could fix that. She held up her camera in eager anticipation, holding her ground, else she might have fainted from the passing force alone of these two people.

Laughter and loud music reached her ears.

Closer.

Closer.

The first one, with the strange and strong power was driving: brilliant blue eyes, mussed jet black hair, and a wonderfully toned body. If the master wouldn't take him on the side, she most certainly would. And then, she saw the second one, the one whose power at this moment was trying to knock her down. The second one was a young woman of sixteen: unusual amethyst eyes that pierced the twilight, midnight black hair that was curled slightly from drying naturally, and the skin that she knew her master would love to eat. She was most likely his type, and the power she held was more than enough of a reason for her master to want she.

The camera came back up and the shutter went with click, click, click. At least six pictures were taken as the Honda rolled by, and at that particular moment, the young woman lifted her frail head and the two saw each other: amethyst to gray. Between the two women there was an understanding on an unconscious level, for the powerful girl: intrigue and for the servant of the master: fear. And then it was gone as the Honda peeled off, the ridiculously loud music leaving as the car did, and the power from the man and the woman left as well. When they were gone, the air was breathable again, the tremendous heat gone. The camera went down and the moment was gone.

She smiled.

The master would be very happy indeed when he awoke.

Welcome to the Red Moon Café.

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They pulled up in front of the beach house and Tucker and Danny's jaw dropped. Before them wasn't a house. It was a mansion, a work of art, but it was different. There must have been a window at least every five feet on all stories of the two-story summer place, and those windows were filled with darkness. It looked as if the Mansons hadn't been to the beach home in years. Shingles had been blown off, boards were missing fro the front porch, and a few shutters were uneven. The strangest part was that over all the time that had passed, the windows still looked new, as if they could have been recently cleaned. It was very out of place and honestly enough….creepy.

Sam absolutely loved it.

The Honda was shut off and the trunk was popped open. They all got out, still staring up at the haunted looking house that they'd be staying at for the next week. There was an indescribably tug on all three of them and they were silent as they grabbed the luggage and slowly made their way to the house. Across the graveled driveway they went, slowly up the old wooden steps that creaked and groaned in protest, and then they were standing before the large double doors. She pulled out an old fashioned looking key and then placed it into the lock. She turned it and there was a loud, hollow sounding click. The two boys looked at each other at the ominous sound.

She didn't pay attention, merely opened the door and went in, and it was as she walked into the house she remembered why this home was very near and dear to her. In younger days gone by, she used to sit and play in this house instead of going out with her mom and dad for "tanning sessions". All the old furniture was still around and the place was cleaned twice a week by a cleaning service when nobody was around and now it would be cleaned every day since their arrival. It was well kept, but it still had the old air about it, the sense of mystery. There was still the old library style fireplace in the living room and the big old couch that she would disassemble to make a fort. She dropped her luggage and went to other parts of the house, regaining the memories that had almost seemed to be lost: in the kitchen there was the old pantry that had been recently stocked that she used to hide in, in the dining room was an elaborate chair at the head of the table where she would sit on her father's knee, upstairs there was the linen closet where she would get her capes and fort materials, and lastly, there was her bedroom. It was here she loved, with several bookcases filled with old volumes and the monstrous bed that had engulfed her as a small child. It was on this bed that she fell into, sighing happily at the softness of it, the pillows so wonderfully plush.

It was here, during the nights of her lonely childhood, did she find something that she never thought possible in those days: a true friend. Within the dark corners of the room one night, when she had been sulking because her mother had forced her to dress in a frilly pink dress, a voice had come to her, feeling like velvet. The voice had been so light and sweet, she thought that if it had to be physical, it would be like her favorite chocolate, a delight to her senses and leaving her wanting more. It was the wielder of that voice who had comforted her when she was distressed, the one who would come and hold her, tell her dark but funny stories, and it was the wielder of the voice who said she had such delicious smelling blood. She remembered that when they would tuck her in bed, they would give her a kiss on the neck that was placed affectionately so, and would suddenly be gone.

A frown came to her face. She had had strange memories before, but now that she thought of it, she felt that memory was new. She knew that it had happened, that it was true, but it was strange that she never had recollections of it until she was back where it had happened. But now that it had come back to her, she wasn't sure if she wanted to remember it and at the same time, she did. Now, she was longing for the comfort of that voice, to have to kiss upon the throat once more—

"Sam?" She looked to the doorway and saw Danny standing there with an unknowing smile on his face. He would never know of those times in the past, the smile a sign of that. "Watcha doing?" He came over and sat down next to her, his hand reaching out to drag lightly across her arm, back and forth. A shiver was sent down her spine at that touch, a wonderfully delicious shiver at that. "Me and Tucker just shoved some things into the guest rooms that you told as about on the way up. I was thinking…there was that little old section we went through and I saw a place to eat that I thought you might like." His hand continued to go across her arm, back and forth, back and forth, the Goosebumps rising along her flesh; then his hand went up to her jaw line and along her neck and she shivered quite visibly, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. It was almost as if her neck was a weak spot, melting her whole body, muddling her senses. "And Tucker already ditched," he whispered, a hint of eagerness laced throughout his words, "so I thought it could be just the two of us tonight, an excuse to have some fun." His hands were tickling so wonderfully along the length of her neck. His mouth neared where his hand was and his breath was light against her skin. Oh Danny, what a bold young man you've become, that breath seemed to say. "How about it? What do you say?" You found what she likes, the breath now said. Go for it, the breath urged. His lips were close, so close, so warm… "Sounds like fun, doesn't it?"

She positioned herself so that she had him pinned. She smiled as she lay her forehead against his own. "Sure. Sounds like fun." And then she was off him so fast and to the door, leaving him disappointed and happy at once. She turned back to him. "Let me change and we'll get going."

She was gone. A grin came to his face, the kind that obviously said: Score! He was indeed happy and he whistled a jaunty little tune as he walked out.

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Nightfall came. With it came the heartbeat of life. It always started out slowly, but then began to go faster until it resumed its tempo from before. And then…he opened his eyes, his body stirring within the silk sheets that pooled about him and his companion who was also waking: a young man with dark red hair and dark green eyes, a casual mate and meal for when he was bored. They both rose from the bed, the red head softly making his way to the bathroom for a hot shower before going out into the fresh night that promised so many things. He himself picked up the clothes that had been carefully laid out the night before he had died in the morning and began to dress himself.

He would have looked at himself in the mirror, but he held no reflection, even though he was a master vampire. However, he knew how he looked and he was well kept, maybe even handsome. He tried not to be vain, but an ego boost would come to anyone when every woman who laid eyes upon him swooned, and of course, he knew what he looked like from all the portraits acquired over the years: a little over six feet tall, flawless, pale skin, broad shoulders and chest with a slim waist, long arms and legs, large hands, the whole body toned, beautiful black hair that fell about him in waves to the mid back, and dark blue eyes as deep as the oceans themselves, glittering gems. The clothes he wore now were tailored leather pants and a large, blue shirt that complemented his eyes. A few brushes through his hair and he was ready to assume his role as master.

A few knocks at his so soon door promised to be a busy night.

"Come in," he said.

The door opened a crack and when he saw her bright gray eyes, he smiled. His little daytime servant: Catlin Bartlett. She had bright red hair that went to her waist with a fiery attitude to match that hair, but she was the most faithful servant he'd ever had, such a good little human. She performed all of his errands and he expected that she was going to give him the results of her search from earlier, for not only did he do a quick prod at her mind, but he could also see that her body language was showing nervous excitement. She must have found something good.

"Sire," she began. He sat down in an elegant chair. She handed him an envelope. "I did just as you told me to do." He flipped through the pictures: A twenty-one year old who was short and buxom with brown hair and green eyes, an eighteen year old Asian with a very nice stomach and neck, a twenty year old almost as tall as him with blond hair and bright blue eyes, a seventeen year old with cute brown hair and brown eyes, another seventeen year old with dyed black hair and brown eyes, and about a dozen or so others. "There were a lot of people out and about today." He threw the pictures up in the air, bored with every single one of them already. He knew that they held no interest for him and she knew it as well. He might have to punish his adorable little Catlin. "You didn't like any of them?" She knew better and still she failed. He got up, ready to leave. "Wait!" He looked down at her and she blushed for having spoken out of turn. "T-there is…one more…" He sat back down in the chair, graceful like a cat. She pulled out a small bunch of photos. "I found someone…she was with two men in a car, but her power…even I could feel it!"

This was her excitement and he knew why, even as he grabbed the photos and flipped through them, he knew what it was that was so special about this girl: a sixteen year old girl, midnight black hair that was streaming behind her, a perfectly curved body, a delicate neck, and the most unusual amethyst eyes he had ever seen. This one was special, this woman with the amethyst eyes and even in just a picture, he could see the traces of her spiritual energy streaming out.

"You've done well, Cat," he said. "You can go have fun now." She didn't move, merely shifted her weight from foot to foot. He narrowed his eyes. Even for the work she had done, he did not want to feed off of her. "Go," he commanded. She quickly left the room as he gripped her mind with his own, the equivalent of backhanding her across the face. He turned his attention back to the photo as he got up from the chair and made his way out of the room and up the stairs, to the flooring of the establishment that he owned, which was just opening up. People were already entering. "Welcome." He smiled at a couple in the corner. The woman giggled and then man's shoulder squared up in defense. He walked on. "Silly little mortals."

He went to the DJ and nodded his head. That was the go and the music blasted through the speakers, lights on the dance floor bringing people out almost immediately. He went through that dancing crowd, a touch here and there, taking a little energy from each and every one of them, his way of snacking and amusing himself before truly feeding. They never noticed, not really. Those who were more spiritually aware felt the drain a bit more than others, but they'd pass it off as being lightheaded from too much dancing or one too many drinks. They never suspected what he did…never.

"Danny, this place is awesome!" It was a whisper to him, but it was if it were the only noise in the room, the only noise meant for him. His ears had picked it up, the needle in the haystack.

The door opened and he felt the power immediately. He would have known it was coming even sooner if he had not been busy feeding, but now that he felt it, he wanted it, and made his way to the front area. And that was where he saw her. She was garbed in a purple dress that swirled about her knees, was a cute halter-top that was complemented with matching purple sandals. She was stunning and he did not care whatsoever that she was with a man who had only his eyes on her. He had laid his own eyes on her and wanted her, and what the master vampire wanted, the master vampire got. And right now, he wanted this woman; even from a distance he could smell her blood.

Oh yes, his Cat had done her job.

"Excuse me." He was right behind her, all of a sudden, right there the way vampires do so, moving in the same motions as humans do, but just faster. She turned around, slightly startled, but when she saw him, she almost frowned, as if she were trying to remember what he was. That wasn't possible. They'd never met before, had they? He flashed a dazzling smile, without the fangs so not to scare her, and she relaxed slightly. "I am the manager of this establishment and I couldn't help but notice such a beautiful woman as yourself." He grabbed her hand and kissed it. She bit her lip, lightly blushing for the fact that such a handsome thing like him was paying attention to her and the man (who he assumed was Danny) was fuming. "May I ask what your name is?"

"…I'm…Sam…Sam Manson," she answered.

Sam…it must have been short for Samantha.

"That's a lovely name." Her scent was unlike any other and he wanted that to himself as well, as well as the sweet blood that was rushing beneath her pale skin.

"And you are?" she inquired. "Or should I just call you the Manager?"

He gave another smile. She was definitely an interesting one. "I am called Rosiel."

"Rosiel," she grinned. The man named Danny was definitely fuming, but that was okay. It was funny that he was reacting like that. As long as he didn't try anything stupid, he would live…for now, maybe even be a little fun for the days when he got bored. The man was quite a handsome little thing, an epitome of youth and sexual frustrations. What would it take to break the always ready smile at the corner of the lips, to break that large sparkle in the eyes? Oh yes, he would be a wonderful pet project.

"My dear Sam," he said as he flung out his arm with flourish in a wide sweep, "Welcome…to the Red Moon Café!"

Yes, welcome to the Red Moon Café, where what happened below the popular club was always oh so bloody and what happened above was pure seduction with powerful eyes and hot lips upon the skin. Welcome to where the laughter and horror began, where the blood was spilt, where the body was tied, where the screams were never heard over the music. Welcome to the beginnings of your nightmares: the Red Moon Café! And welcome to what it held: a creature that came with the night and took your soul.

Welcome indeed…

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Author's Notes: Sorry it took so long. I've been busy, but I promise to try to update ASAP. As soon as basketball is over with, it should slow down. There is speech though…Well, as soon as school is out! But then again, I am going to California…My God! When am I NOT doing anything? Um, yes, forgive my ranting…I promise to work as hard as I can when I have free time! In the meantime…reviews! I love reviews, lots and lots of reviews. Questions must be submitted in the form of a PM. Well, I got to get going. I hope you enjoyed because I promise for this story to be good. Muahaha. Ciao.

-Sealeena