Ahaha a lot of the last comments made me giggle XD "As terrible as you are for writing that..." (I have nothing against the person who wrote that, actually I'm keeping that email because it made me laugh THAT hard).

I had to, okay, guys??? XXD It was my plan from the BEGINNING, get Danny adopted by Vlad.

Warning, in like...uhm...two-three chapters, the perspectives will change; Danny will be in first person, Sam will be in first person, and it will stay like that. :D Awesome right? XD Not really, but it does make it a helluva lot more personal.

ANYWAY. Disclaimers;

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny, Sam, Tucker, or Vlad. The three belong to Butch Hartman.
I do not own the band AFI; I do not own the band MCR; I do not own the band Linkin Park; I do not own the band Blaqk Audio; I do not own the band the Used; I do not own the band Rise Against.
Some ideas in this story were taken from Glamorous(insertunderscorehere)death, a member of the website from her story "Will You Cry for me?...or Will you cry with me?"
I do, however, own most of the plot to this fanfiction. IF SOMEONE STEALS IT I WILL EAT THEM.

Warning (so you guys don't eat my brain): DANNY FENTON AND SAM MANSON ARE ALTERED IN THIS FANFICTION. SAM IS TWO YEARS YOUNGER THAN DANNY; DANNY GOT HIS POWERS AT AGE TEN. If you do not want to read a fanfiction that is not "true" to the series, then please, do not read this. I'm sorry, but in order to make the fanfiction work, they had to be seperate ages. Once again...Danny and Sam are different ages; this fanfiction does not correspond whatsoever with the actual series.

This fanfiction is a work of fiction that came from the screwed up hole I call a brain. It is flufftastical, romantic, terribly tragic, and using the characters and most of their family history/backgrounds as bases. Thank you for understanding!

I am glad you guys are enjoying!! Thanks for reading up to this point!!

"I do want to know," she said confidently. Danny sighed.

"But the whole story?"

"I told you mine. You never told me yours. I think now is a good time to tell me."

He was trembling now, fearful of what she would do. "I will. Under one condition."

"Hmmm?"

"Kiss me, so at least if you hate me after this, I can remember a good kiss."

She wanted to fight back that she would never, could never hate him, no matter what he said, but bit her lip. She looked up, smiled sweetly, and pressed her lips against his.

He messaged her lips, desperate for more, desperate for something other than just a simple kiss. He pressed his tongue lightly against the bottom of her lip, and she allowed him entrance. An explosion of taste, of love and happiness. Their tongues danced together, light against one another, soft and gentle against one another. Danny loved her taste, and filed it away in his memory. She tasted like mint, and of course her own special and unique taste. She moaned into his mouth, biting his bottom lip and wrapping her arms around him tighter.

A quick dive for breath, then back at the kiss, leaning over one another, finally until Sam was pressed against the ground and Danny lay on top of her. She didn't care, though; the kiss was amazing, more than anything she ever could have imagined.

They must have kissed for eternity. Diving away, staring into each others eyes before stealing kisses from one another. But finally Danny sighed, hugged her, and dove into his story.

"My parents weren't what you would call right in the head," he said numbly. "They had an obsession that no one in my town could respect; and that obsession was ghosts."

He looked down to gage her reaction, but she didn't respond at all. Just stared up at him. He took a deep breath and continued.

"They were inventors as well; they came up with gadgets to kill ghosts, rip them apart, you name it. But they created one thing, a ghost portal, and in the beginning, it just wouldn't work properly. I was nine, just new to the age, and out of dumb curiosity I wandered in.

"I noticed that the off button was switched on, instead of the on button. So, being the dumb fuck I was, I pressed the on button." He gave out a short, hysterical laugh. "I passed out from pain. But when I woke up, I wasn't human. I was a ghost, fading in and out of reality, passing through the floor and firing random ectoplasmic rays everywhere. After a while, I figured out the way to change myself back into human. And I realized I wasn't human, but I wasn't a ghost either.

"I was some sort of cross." He looked down again, expecting disgust in her eyes. But he only saw concern.

"I hid my powers from my family and town, of course. I fought the ghosts that escaped the now working portal, and every time I went out ghost hunting, my parents tried to kill me. That is, until one day, randomly while I was at school and Jazz, my sister, was home sick, the portal exploded." Another sad, hysterical, hiccupy laugh.

"I didn't know; I couldn't help. But they died from ghost attacks. My ghost sense didn't go off, and I never knew until I came home to find my mother, father, and sister as mangled heaps of blood on the ground."

Tears fell from his eyes as Sam hugged him tightly and whispered soft and comforting words to him. "I could have saved them. But I was too busy being in detention…

"Vlad Masters, though, is a man that my mother and father used to be friends with. He was always trying to get me to live with him, but I always flat out refused. He used this mishap—and his wealth—to his advantage this time, however. He's a halfa—half ghost, half human—too, and for some reason feels insanely close to me for the reason that we're similar. He's wanted to be my father for the longest time, and he swore to me he would be my father." A bitter, harsh laugh. "Guess he was right, wasn't he?"