Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. I am just a dedicated fan.

DarkDragonQueen: I started watching Danny Phantom until about three months ago and I didn't really watch it. It was my sister and one day it was the only thing on and I completely fell in love with the show. I've been reading the fanfiction for a while and this story kind of came to my mind. I didn't want to write it until I saw a few stories that calmed my nerve. It's an Alternate universe and Sam has never met Danny or Tucker and she's never been to Amity Park Before although she will get there in chapter three.

Also no flames, but I do accept constructive criticism. Please bear with me because although I know the basics of grammar, I never did look at the detail. Don't worry my grammar isn't horrible where you can't read it, but it isn't exactly perfect where I could go and become an English teacher.

Next I would like to thank Me The Anon One for pointing out my spelling mistake in the title. I know people would have ended up beating me up for that one, which is why I put the note up about my grammar skills before.

With that said here is chapter two of this story.

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Rebirth

By

DarkDragonQueen

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Dying was the scariest thing in my life. Now that I look back on it though, it wasn't so scary at all, but when you've barely lived long enough to get you first period, it can be a scary thing. Luck had to have been on my side that day though, because I was given two gifts in my death, but not without paying a price for them. The gifts were a curse as well...

Sam looked around in the darkness around her when she woke up- or at least she thought she was up. There was nothing but darkness around her but when she looked down she could clearly see her hands as if it were light.

"Where am I?" she asked herself

"You're dead my child." said a voice from behind her. Actually she wasn't sure where it was coming from. It seemed to come from everywhere.

"Dead?" Sam asked in panic as she turned and saw a beautiful tan colored woman with long black hair. She wore a white gown that swept the floor and she clutched something in her hands

"Yes my child." said the woman

"So you're here to guide me to the spirit realm or something?" Sam asked

"Actually, I'm here to save you from death." the woman said calmly

"Wait," Sam said raising a hand up, "How can you save me from death if I'm already dead?"

"I'm here to save you from the Angel of Death before he comes to claim your soul. We must make this quick. Do you want to live again and feel even more alive than before your death?"

"Of course, but how can I go back. My body's through. It's done." Sam argued

"I can fix that." the woman said calmly, "Do you want to live again?"

Sam hesitantly nodded.

"Would you accept my gift as well?"

"What gift?" Sam asked

"The power to make sure no one around you suffers the tragic death you did."

"How?" Sam asked "I couldn't even save myself."

"Will you?" the woman asked as though she had not heard her

Sam groaned. This woman was becoming a bit bothersome to her.

"Yeah whatever." she answered dryly

The woman outstretched her hand and opened her palm. There was a black diamond-like crystal the size of a large nut. It hung from a black leather strap. Sam grabbed the piece of jewelry and stared at it. Then the woman spoke with urgency in her voice.

"You must hurry and go back. Silver Moon will come soon. She'll help you. Now you must go."

"Wait, what am I supposed to do?" Sam asked as everything began to fade

"The gift will guide you if you let it." said the woman and everything went away in a blinding flash of light

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Sam gasped as she sat straight up. She winced a bit as pain shot through her body. She was achy. She looked up at the cliff she had fallen from. The she remembered. That woman saved her. Was it a dream? If it was, how was it she was alive now. Was she alive?

'Would you feel achy if you were dead?' a voice in the back of her head told her

Sam noticed she was holding something and saw black crystal on a black leather strap from her dream or vision or whatever it was.

Later that night, Sam sat on her bead still clutching the clutching the crystal in her hand. She had no idea how she got back up that cliff, or how she had gotten home. All she knew was that she was here.

"The power to make sure no one around you suffers the tragic death you did."

The woman's words rang like a bell in her head. She laid down thinking maybe things would clear up tomorrow after a good night's rest. Yeah that's what would happen. With that Sam laid down on her bed to sleep.

The next day came and went and soon Sam found herself in her room watching the wall. She looked on her dresser and saw the black crystal with the leather strap. She got up and put it around her neck. It tugged at her neck a bit like a choker and went nicely with her goth appearance. Then she felt different and as she looked in the mirror. She no longer saw Sam Manson. Instead she saw someone different.

Instead there was a teen who looked as though she couldn't care about a thing that was going on. She had on a black leather lace up tube top that went into a V- shape and stopped at her bellybutton. There was a black leather jacket and fingerless gloves with black nail polish on her finger nails. She had on black leather pants that were fitted in the thigh and flare out at the knee with black leather ankle boots. Her hair had gotten longer and stopped a bit past her waist.

She ran a hand oer her eyes where the probably most important part of her outfit was. Her mask was pointed a the ends at the sides.

Sam looked out the window into the night sky. It was calling to her. She opened her window and squatted on the outside of her window. She then jump down from her second floor room and landed on the ground with the agility and gracefulness of a cat.

She walked the streets blending in with the darkness of the night. She went down to the shady part of down not bothering to turn back, only letting her instinct tell her where to go. She turned a corner and then saw a young girl of at least twelve and what looked like her older teen brother with her.

She jumped up the wall of a building a sat squatting on the edge, not at all afraid of falling. She watched then as they stop when five people came and surrounded them. She watched closely wondering what was going on.

"Hey," said one of the people who surrounded the sibling. "You said you would pay us and we still haven't seen the green."

"I'll pay you guys later, just let me get my sister home." said the older brother

One of the older teen boys who had cornered them looked at the girl.

"She's nice." he said

"Hey leave my sister out of this." said the older brother

"You pay us now, or we bring her into this."

"Hey look she has nothing to do with this. Leave her alone."

"Well now she does." said one of the gang members and he grabbed the girl

She screamed as her brother tried to pull her back but the other members ganged up on him. Soon the girl was held in one of the gang members grip while the others held her brother.

"Well we gave you a chance, but now you're gonna pay." The teen took out a gun and as Sam watched the woman's words rang through her head

"The power to make sure no one around you suffers the tragic death you did."

Her eyes narrowed and just as the teen was about to pull the trigger she jumped down and gripped the teen's hand.

"Who are you?" the teen growled

"I should ask you the same question." she said in a soft dangerous tone. "What does he owe you that you're so upset that you're going to kill him and take his sister?"

"That doesn't concern you babe. Now run along and finish hookin'." he said

She frowned and then smiled.

"I'm no hooker."

"Argh... we have no time for this." said the teen and he slipped from her grip. "Since you got yourself into this we'll help you out."

He got ready to pull the trigger and was about a second from doing so until Sam grabbed his wrist and a pop was heard. He dropped the gun and let go of the girl as he grabbed his wrist.

"Don't just stand there get her." he commanded and the other four members let go of the elder sibling and ran at the girl in Black.

They piled on top of her and grabbed her tackling her to the ground trying to beat her to her death, but then they looked down and saw she wasn't there. Confused they looked to their leader.

"Up here you idiots." a voice called dryly with a hint of annoyance

"Who are you?" one of them asked

"Someone so unimaginably dangerous that I'm worse than a nightmare and I just so hapen not to like people who like to take out the innocent for the heck of it. So I give them a little taste of their own medicine." she jumped down and kicked one of the gang members in the face knocking him out cold and then just daring the others to mess with her.

They didn't and cowardly ran away except for the leader who still wanted to fight. He lunged at her clumsily. His dislocated wrist making it a worthless attempt. She grabbed him by the front of his jacket and pulled him to her.

"Who are you?" he asked

"I already told you that." she sneered at him in that same soft dangerous tone

"Well what do you call yourself?" he asked shaking in fear

"I'm The Black Phoenix and you don't want want to get on my bad side, but then again," a sadistic smirk came to her lips as she put her lips to his ear, "You already are."

She shoved him to the ground and turned to walk away. Black Phoenix smiled when she saw him grab the gun from the ground out of the corner of her eyes. He pointed it at her back and pulled the trigger. She calmly kept walking and then her long hair spread out like a fan and the bullet hit her hair and fell down like it had hit a hard obstacle.

"Hair that's as strong as iron. I like that." Black Phoenix said to herself as he continued walking away

So I started my secret life as The Black Phoenix carrying out my promise to make sure no one around me suffered the same tragic death I had. Aly knew who I was before I had worked up the nerve to explain to her who I was. She had seen me help out one of her other friends and figured it out. What can I say? She's really observant. No one really knew I existed except the people I saved. I didn't want to be a super hero and in my opinion, I wasn't. I made sure people didn't suffer death, but I also did a few things to get my way also. I stole things every now and then.

Silver Moon happened to be a beautiful silver haired woman who helped me along the way. My parents hired her as my personal servant (Although I like to tell people she's my godmother who came to live with us). She was really smart and knew how to design weapons and even was building me a motor bike to use for quick escapes...

The thing was though Sam Manson and The Black Phoenix were like two different people although they were the same person at the same time. Sam Manson was a sarcastic, independent, ultra- recyclo- vegetarian goth who just wanted to express her individuality by not being afraid to stand out and be different and Black Phoenix was all that along with sadistic and decisive with a cold, kick butt, don't care attitude.

So that's the story of how I died and got my abilities and now we get to the present...

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Well there's that chapter. It introduced the Black Phoenix and next chapter we'll be in Amity park and our favorite goth will meet our favorite halfa. Oh and if you didn't get the part about two gifts. The first was being reborn and the second was when she was given the power to make sure no one around her had to suffer her same tragic death. R&R.