Children of Chaos

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Vlad raised a hand, gripping Danny's hand with a rather bored look on his face. Danny struggled and struggled, getting Vlad's arm to move back but…

"Plas-mi-us!" He grunted, his arms shaking. What on earth was this Fruit Loop doing here, anyway? Vlad pushed Danny back, looking up at the sky with a tired look. The comet slit in to two. They flew way over them, trailing sparks behind them.

Gripping the ends of his blood red cape, Vlad Plasmius vanished. Danny went face first into the garbage throne, then picking himself up, with a sigh. A banana peel and some coffee grinds dropped off his snowy white hair. It was going to be one of those days, wasn't it?

Seconds before their best friend's old foe appeared before them, two large fiery objects stopped right where Vlad Plasmius had been floating earlier.

Two of them, a man and a woman, floated side by side looking very confused. The man was tall, dark, but not so handsome. He was good looking, but something was queer about him. He had a very pointed face, like a fox. Maybe they had fox blood, because the woman next to him also had a very pointed face. However; if that was so, then the man had more fox blood in him, because he had little sly eyes, just like a fox.

One his weak pointed chin was a black goatee, which was curled at the end, just like his matching moustache. His hair was black, and parted so that it looked like devil horns. Everything about this man was either red or black, as though he had just walked out of the pyre; black wings like a crow, skin like soot, and clothes like flames. Black boots, red leotard that fit well over his lean and lanky body, and black gloves that covered half his strangely long arms, and over his hands which looked far too big for him anyway.

The woman beside him was not nearly so cladded. Instead of clothes over her creamy voluptuous body, there were spiralling ghost clouds that covered all the 'naughty' parts, and matched her hair smashingly. Her hair was like fire, only the wrong colours. Twin colours, the palest blue and an enchanting green jumped and curled just like fire on top her head and down to her bare shoulders. Unlike the man beside her, she had eyes so large she looked like an owl, ringed with black, unblinking, and golden, and wings like an angel. But these two were most certainly related, as they stood side by side it could plainly be seen that-

Tucker was in love, or was in 'hot girl' mode, anywho. He had pushed up his glasses, ready to make a move when Sam put an arm in his way, shaking his head.

Vlad Plasmius appeared behind the two spectres, causing both ghosts and humans alike to jump. Danny was not far behind, shootings ectoplasm rays from his fists.

"We've got to get out of here!" Sam yelled, pulling a captivated Tucker from harms way. Vlad fazed, allowing the beams to fly through him. He turned to face the young Phantom was the beams hit where Sam and Tucker once were.

"I'm going to ask you nicely one last time," Danny threatened, as the new ghosts floated up by Vlad's side. Our plasmatic hero blinked several times, as though to remove any craziness that might have flown into them; "Who the heck are they, new friends?"

Good sir Plasmius put on a jolly face before replying, "You'll find out soon enough, my boy. But I think you should get acquainted with darling Ilna," Vlad indicated to the woman on his right. She giggled, giving him a girly wave.

"I have a pressing engagement that I must be sure to give my full attention too," Vlad continued, preparing to disappear, "So forgive me for cutting our reunion short, but I promise…" The Villainous Tycoon's smirk stretched widely across his ghostly face, "that we'll meet again very soon." And with that, Vlad Plasmius and the Jester dressed man who was next to him disappeared.

"Not too soon, I hope," Danny mumbled, as his feet reappeared. He relaxed his guard, what was this…nudist…going to do anyway?

"Master Masters," She purred, clearly she didn't like his alias anymore than Vlad liked using shortened names for anyone but himself, "has told me much about you."

"Great," He groaned in reply, "I bet he told you all about my Mom, too." He set his hands a blaze. Why did he leave the Thermoses inside? He hoped Sam or Tucker would have one on them.

Ilna's left eye gave a very violent twitch, and then charged at Danny. Her wings acquired tips, like sharpened arrows. He braced himself for impacted as their bodies collided in the air, tumbling like acrobats.

He heard Sam's and Tucker's voices from the ground, as they ran after the fighting ghosts. Danny knew Sam would take the micky out of him for fighting a ghost with so little clothes.

Round and round they went, until Danny managed to pin the ghost against the building…only he wasn't looking at the same ghost anymore. He was looking at himself, dressed in the same clothes he was dressed in when he was human, with his black hair and blue eyes. Danny was awestruck.

"Good, huh," The Shifter of Shape grinned, "It was my first try. Not bad, eh?" Danny was amazed at how sinister his face could really be. It was also strange to hear her sickening sweet voice come out of his mouth. Danny held on to her tight, waiting for his friends to arrive with the Thermos. (That he hoped they had)

"There's only one thing wrong," He watched his doppelganger give him a sly look, lifting up 'his' head so that their noses were touching. "No one will think I'm you, not with this voice." What happened next, Danny didn't foresee.

His doppelganger locked lips with him, pulling Danny's head closer with his…erm, her (God, this is a pronoun nightmare) hands. Now, Danny's been kissed like this before (by Sam) but this one was different. There was no use of the tongue, no want for pleasure- she was sucking as though trying to get something out of his mouth.

"Stop!" Danny yelled as he pulled away, essentially dropping her. As soon as he yelled that, he felt the word being wooshed away. His voice was no longer his, but one of sickly sweetness.

He watched Ilna drop, screaming with his voice. Why didn't she use her ghost powers? Maybe should couldn't, after all, she was in his human form. Cursing silently, he dived down to safe his foe.

"Samantha, quick!" The doppelganger cried. Sam shot 'Danny' a strange look, but threw the Fenton Thermos anyway. It was Danny's bad luck that the face stealer was such a good catch. She opened the thermos, charging it with her own brand of vile ectoplasm, and shot it at Danny.

Danny Phantom wouldn't be able to tell you how painful it was to be sucked inside the Thermos. However, Danny Fenton's pain was just starting. He fell from the sky as soon as his ghostly half was stolen from him, landing with a thud in the dumpster below.

The fake Danny was caught by Sam and Tucker who looked both relived and curious.

"Samantha?" She asked with a smile, as they left the battle scene and were heading down the street. Sam's arms were folded against the cold night air.

Fake Danny smiled widely, "I freaked, I had to get your attention." 'He' wrapped an arm around Sam tenderly, "The only though running through my head was; I'd never see Sam again."

Sam blushed, but it was too dark of anyone to see. It was also too dark for anyone to see Fake Danny's smirk.