Chapter Two: Of Demons and Angels

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Yes, the horrid grammar WAS intentional. Ya know, for the hell of it, I'm going to keep score. Thanks to all who reviewed, by the by!

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Also, to those who wish to know of Tucker…just wait. There are ALWAYS reasons for when I do something. Side note to Wings; yes. Sorta. I have MY pick already, but if I can get a good enough reason to a different one, then I will change it. Thus the utter vagueness of the beginning.

Danny Fenton looked through his laptop. Nope. Nothing on this new…thing. It wasn't a normal Ghost, Danny knew that. It only triggered his Ghost Sense when it was VERY near. And even then, it was a hit and miss half the time…

Valerie had to save him today. She had been keeping a bit of a distance between the two ever since…Danny looked away. He knew that if he stopped to think about it, it would all catch up. He couldn't let that happen. He had made a promise. He wouldn't let it take control…

Danny slammed his fist into the wall, pain shooting up and down his arm. He didn't care. It was his fault this had gotten so bad. He KNEW it was. But he would make things better. One thing at a time, he would. He had to. He was the hero.

That's when his phone went off, catching him off guard, making him literally JUMP out of bed.

"Hello?"

Sam. That was his first thought, in any case.

"Hey Danny," It was Valerie, speaking up over the phone.

"Val?! What are you doing calling at…8:00?" Danny questioned, genially surprised. Mystery Ghost could wait, for the moment.

"I…wanted to talk, Danny," she answered, slowly.

"By talk you mean…?"

"TALK! You know, the thing you do with your mouth?" She almost yelled, then stopped. "Yeah, I guess you would need clear definitions on which 'talk' I mean…"

"It's OK Val. Sure. Where do you want to meet?"

"The Cemetery, if that's OK…" she started, uncertain. Was this right?

"…" Danny sighed. He wanted to be Val's friend, and since she hadn't tried to kill him yet…but, the cemetery? "Sure Val. Anything."

"Great. Be there in ten?" she asked, hopefully.

"Got it."

Danny clicked the phone off, before looking out the window. A storm was coming. A deep, heavy feeling pushed itself in his chest. Something bad was going to happen. He knew it. He could FEEL it.

In a flash of light, he was gone.

Then his mother came into his room, Paulina following close behind. "Hmm…I was so sure he was here a minute ago…" his mother mused.

"It's OK Mrs. Fenton. I'll come back later!" Paulina called out, heading for the front door. 'Is he fighting another Ghost?'

Yes folks, in the yet unwritten story, Hero's Path, Paulina learns Danny's true identity.

Danny arrived, finding Valerie waiting on him. She was looking at a gravestone.

Her mother's.

A pang of sorrow hit Danny, looking at her. Her mother had been taken by breast cancer. She didn't even know until it was too late. That had happened back when they were little, maybe 8 or 7, and Valerie's father, Damon, had been raising her by himself ever since.

"Hey Val," Danny called out.

I look up, and a part of me, a small part, almost triggers my transformation into Hunter to take out the ghost in front of me. However, it is not small enough for my likings. "Hey. Glad you could make it." I stand back as he lands near me, turning back into Fenton. That puts me at ease. Almost. A small part of me reminds me that this is the same ghost that ruined my old life. But I'm not worried; that small part is quickly atomized, molecule by molecule, by the memory of the 'Old Life', and that the 'ghost' was just Fenton. I almost have to thank him. I've grown up so much since then…

"What'd you want to talk about?" Danny spoke up, his blue eyes inquisitive. I have to tear my gaze from his eyes. They're so…captivating.

"About that ghost," I lied. I didn't want to talk about the Ghost. I wanted to talk about US. But…something held me back. That and something about that ghost really bugged me. "Danny, didn't you blast that Ghost in the back?"

"Yeah…why?"

"Did he absorb the blast?"

"No. He actually seemed pretty bothered by it," Danny started, slowly.

"See, the thing is that he absorbed my energy blasts, and didn't even seemed bothered by it. Any ideas?"

Danny didn't have any clues. "Though…" he started.

I look up, into his eyes, "Yeah?"

"He DID sound something like me…and Vlad. As if our voices had mixed."

At the sound of that bastard's name, I clenched my fist hard enough to draw blood. I ignore it. My suit will fix that up, no problem. "He might have been one of Vlad's experiments." I offer. I wouldn't put it past him, and the thing DID have a strange fixation with Danny…

"Yeah. Maybe." with that, Danny transformed into Danny Phantom. A part of me, THE small part, wanted me to transform then and there. It was the reason why I had avoided him for so long…thinking about it, that was a REALLY stupid thing to do. Danny NEEDED me, now more then ever. Especially after- "Hey Val?" Danny asked, turning towards me.

His gaze scared me. Not due to some kind of malice, or any thing like that, but due to the pleading look in it, the sorrowful depth… "Yeah?"

"Keep safe." And with that, Danny was gone, flying off. I might stay around awhile longer. I had people to visit, who I thought needed an explanation. Danny was one. Tucker was another.

Images. Memories. Danny. These were things that rushed through what made up the creature's mind. The ghost's mind. A voice was in his memories. A soothing voice. His father's voice. He didn't know what his father looked like, or even if he was really his father...

Danny killed his father. Danny took his existence. The creature didn't know how he knew this. He did. That was all that mattered. It was taking shape. The shape his father had WANTED him to take. He would take the shape HE wanted to take. He would rise up. He would concure. HE WOULD DESTROY. HE WOULD BE GOD!

Would his father be proud of him?