Stan leaped out of bed to investigate the loud scream, he'd expected to find everyone else in the house running in a panic to see what was taking place. But once in the hallway he noticed the hallway was empty and quiet.

Still wondering what the loud comotion could've been he decided to enter the room in which he was certain the scream had come from, Danny's room. Upon opening the door he saw the raven haired boy sleeping peacefully under his blankets, the only noise he heard was the boy's breathing and the ticking of the hallway clock behind him.

Stan had been so sure that it had been Danny, but the sight before him proved his theory to be wrong. Still not convinced that a sound that real had been pure imagination the young hunter checked the rest of the house. But nothing seemed to be out of order and no one seemed to have been roused by the scream he had supposedly heard.

Was he going mad or was it just an intense dream that blended well with reality? He ran a hand through his copper hair in a force of habit. Shaking his head Stan retired back to bed telling himself that at one point he must've fallen asleep without realizing it and with that the man was out.

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Jazz got up from her actor's portrayal of sleep, and she made her way to Danny's room. Her brother was sitting up looking rather frustrated. When he noticed her he moved his arm quickly out of sight.

She could hardly overlook that fact. "What happened I heard a scream." She asked moving towards his bed.

"Yeah apparently you weren't the only one." Danny answered looking towards the window a dissatisfied look on his face.

"Ghost trouble?" She sighed and he nodded. "What are you hiding from me?" Jazz said looking over his nervous expression. Somehow he knew he wasn't about to get away with anything.

"Nothing." Danny replied innocently, which caused his older sister to roll her eyes and grab the arm he'd tried to hide. "Oww." He whined at the sudden movement and he drew back in pain.

"Oh Danny, why weren't you going to tell me about this?" Jazz said as she took up his hand again and gently examined the very large and bleeding gash that wrapped around his wrist. She was thankful it wasn't too deep.

"I don't know, I just well I don't like seeing you worried." Danny sighed looking away from his sister.

She chuckled lightly. "It's my job to worry about you, you're my little brother." Jazz smiled. "What did this?" She asked letting go of his hand and reaching under the bed for a first aide kit.

As Jazz began cleaning Danny's wound, he began telling her what happened. "It was routine you know, ghost sense goes off and I wake up and fight whatever decided to come in. But it wasn't one of my normal enemies, it was something different. Like a shadow like ghost but it wasn't Johnny's and it definately wasn't Spectra."

"So it looked like a cross between them?" Jazz offered her frustrated brother as he stumbled for an explanation.

"Yeah, it was the creepiest thing I've ever seen. It wasn't definate but it had really sharp claws and bright orange eyes. And Jazz you should've seen it's teeth. They were like vampire fangs." He explained.

"So did they stick out of it's mouth?" Jazz asked as she reached for a bandage.

"No they were like Vlad's in his ghost mode, but much thicker." Danny explained and wiggled his free hand's fingers in the air for dramatics.

"So did you catch it?" The redhead asked quietly.

"No." He answered. "It got away, of course not before it decided to slice my wrist."

"Oh." Jazz sighed as she finished up her work. "There we go. But Danny before I go you don't have any more wounds that I should know about, do you?"

"Of course not Jazz. What do you take me for?" He said with a smile.

"A liar, now turn around." She said skeptically.

"But..." He protested.

She eyed him suspiciously picking up on his body language."Turn." She demanded.

Danny grumbled incoherently but he did as his sister said. Just as Jazz had thought a small blood spot was forming on the back of his shirt, so she lifted it to inspect what was there. She gasped when she did.

"What is it?" Danny asked turning his neck slightly.

"There's something like burned into you're back." Jazz answered.

"What does it say something?" He asked wishing he could see it to.

She bit her lip, almost fearing to explain. "Uh yeah." She replied fearfully.

"Well come on Jazz just tell me." Danny said annoyed with her hesistation.

"Dead." She read.

Jazz stared at it, it was a small mark no longer than her index finger and it was set just above his left shoulder blade. It looked as though it had been burned because his skin was singed surrounding the mark, but it bled slightly. Jazz couldn't imagine what could've made the mark and what it meant. And she also couldn't believe he couldn't feel it.

"It says dead?" He repeated feeling confused, he hadn't even known there was anything on his back.

"Yeah." Jazz shook at the thought.

"Dead huh? Maybe it's the ghosts name." He suggested although he didn't even believe that for a second, it was for Jazz's sake.

"Yeah maybe." She agreed calming herself and gently went to work on bandaging the burn.

When she was done Danny thanked and her and his sister left. He lied back down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, he still couldn't feel the burn and wondered why.

"Dead." He whispered again thinking about the marking his sister had freaked over. "Am I marked for dead?" He whispered as the thought crossed his mind.

Short, I know. So anyway after much writer's block and computer crashing and vacation I've finally made the second chapter. I'm proud of me. not really. Wow I'm sorry for rambling and wasting your time, but who said you had to read this, or why are you still reading this are you hoping I'll tell you the secret of life well I'm not and I'm done riggghhht now. There ha. Oh wait... ok now.