First Day of the Rest of their Afterlives

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Author's note: I thought I'd get chapter two up before I go updating my other chapters of my other stories. You just can't stop ideas I guess, and though this was going to be a short story at first…it seems like it all should be written down from my head.

Sub-Note: My brain really hurts…

Disclaimer: Opps, I always forget to do this! In a blindly arrogant moment, I'd like to take claim of Danny Phantom like Vlad would of Madie, but alas, we're both disillusioned.

Reply to Twilight-Phantom66 : -yawns, flopping back down on my computer chair- Thanks for spelling it right in the reply. A swift paste and I fixed it. I'll go fix that one too. My editor's computer has fallen ill, so you can imagine. As for the right spelling in the story, I rely on Spell Check. You have no idea how much your review means to me! I'll keep up the good work! I promise!

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They lugged their bags of non-perishable goods up several flights of stairs before finally reaching their rooms.

"Urgh, remind me to wear hiking boots next time," Danny kidded, digging around in his pockets as he juggled the groceries.

"Or you could have ghost your way up," Sam commented, opening her open room's door. She set her groceries in the door way, no one else lived in this hall but them, because it was haunted. Though, the ghost was just noisy, and like to throw sharp things, it was hardly a threat.

"Yeah," Danny stammered, "Well, I-."Unable to think of a clever reply, he retreated to his apartment.

Tucker grinned, pulling out a Sharpe marker. On the other side of their hall was a white wash score board with three columns; one for each person. They were apparently keeping track of something, and Sam was winning with 15, Tucker trailing with two, and Danny at a lonely one. Tucker gave Sam another mark.

Danny was yawning as he walked out of his room, "So, what's on the agenda?"

"Sleeping?" Sam smiled at him, after all that work; he still wanted them to have fun. It was so sweet of him, but so terribly stupid.

"Come on, Sam, we'll have plenty of time to sleep in class!" Tucker joshed, grabbing his friends arm with both of his. They both let out some sort of an excuse, but Tucker wouldn't hear of it. He led the two down stairs to experience the roaring night light of Wisconsin.

Sam came because of Danny, that was the real reason, and everyone knew that. However, she often said that she didn't to disobey her parents (Who would have liked her to gone to Smith). Tucker, well, he didn't want to break up the dream team. And Danny, he practically got in for free because his Father went there. How sweet is that!? Collage started in two days…

Plenty of time for a wicked plot to unfold.

Vladimir Plasmius floated above the slightly busy street below him. With a cocky smirk on his pale green face, he folded his arms. His revenge would start now…but unfortunately, certain neophytes had taken it upon themselves to be late.

"Tucker," Sam's voice was plain to hear, "what are we going to do?"

Ah! And there was young Daniel, though he wasn't as young as he used to be. Vlad would bet on his prized seats to the Packer games that he even shaved now! Oh he was all grown up, how proud he felt, as though he raised Danny himself.

"Yeah, all there is," Danny added on, "is Cheese and the Packers."

"Oh," Came a suave voice that they thought they would never hear again, "that's not all Wisconsin has, Daniel." Danny's ghost dictator went off then; a small wisp of blue came from his mouth. His blue eyes wide in surprise as the group gasped.

"You- No, it can't be," Danny exclaimed, "You were dead!" Sam and Tucker slid behind Danny casually, slowly moving back from any line of fire. Vlad lowered so that his feet almost touched the pavement.

"I'm going ghost!" Danny Fenton cried, activating the change from Fenton to Phantom, but he was ruthlessly stopped by a plasma blast from Plasmius, sending Danny flying.

"Hey, No fair!" Tucker cried indigently, "You didn't even give him a chance to transform!"

"No fair!?" Plasmius roared, grabbing the front of Tucker's shirt, "I'll tell you what's not fair! What's not fair is having your life being taken away, the woman you loved; stolen, and then, after you try to get it all back, the son that should be yours beats you down every time…" Here he raised Tucker up, soaring a good forty feet from the ground. The Turbo Nerd struggled, giving the ground a timid look.

"Every time," Vlad said dangerously quiet, "you try to avenge yourself, and in the end, there seems like no one is there…to catch you!" He dropped Tucker, who screamed as he saw his life flash before his eyes.

The ground seemed so close when Tucker found himself in Danny's arms. He zoomed down, dropping Tucker off by Sam.

"Took you long enough," Tucker shouted up to Danny, who zipped up to his foe, ghostly tail doing double time.

"What do you want, Vlad?" Danny asked; his voice full of content. He had angry eyebrows going on, what did with Fruit Loop want? "And how'd you survive- better yet, why'd you survive?"

"Aaaah, yes, I've missed your clever barter, but not your attitude," At this Vlad smirked, powering up his hands with Ecto. He charged at Phantom, but the half-ghost hero was ready for him. Danny punched Vlad as hard as he could, which was saying something.

Vlad Plasmius was sent flying through an office building, taken by surprise. Brick, mortar, paper, and various other things went with him as screams of shock erupted from the workers. He closed his eyes, fazing through the final wall. He barely made it- how strong he got! Vlad was so proud.

He attempted to get back in the air, twisting about, but his cape got in the air. Instead, he landed neatly into several garbage cans.

"Oh, peanut butter," Vlad cursed, picking up a banana peel of his oh so impressive chest. Danny was soon over head, his green eyes glowing with all that angst he kept inside. The man that made him so angry merely waved up at him.

"I hate to be so rude," Vlad Plasmius actually looked like he was getting comfy in his throne of garbage, "but I must cut our personal reunion short."

Danny glared down, "What do you want, Vlad?"

"Oh, Daniel, why so angry all the time?" The elderly gentleman pulled something from his ghostly belt, an equally ghostly golden horn. He placed the horn to his lips and blew, but no noise came out.

"Maybe you should buy yourself some lesson with all," Taunted Danny, firing up his hands for a ghostly fight. "Since you can't buy my Mom with it."

Vlad's face turned sour, forcing himself to control his anger, "Yes, it's unfortunate that Madie is worth more than I'll ever have…however…"

Something like a comet was flying over head, fiery and sparkled with…ghost energy.

"I have something that compensated for a while…" Vlad looked so cocky that Danny couldn't help but charged towards him, comet or no comet.