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Chapter 3

She was cold. The darkness kept trying to draw her mind closer, whispering seductive promises of painless oblivion. Taylor knew that all she wanted was to go to sleep, to slip into the oblivion that comes with unconciousness, but some part of her mind really wanted her to be awake.

It was a wierd feeling having two different parts of her mind struggle for dominence. One side wanted the oblivion, and the other wanted her to be awake. Apparently, the side that wanted her awake was the stronger of the two, for she felt herself being drawn back into her body.

The first thing that she noticed was that her head hurt, probably punishment for wanting to be unconscious. Also, she was cold. She stirred and a groan escaped her throat.

'What happened?' She thought, 'I remember going into the Fenton's house...going up the stairs...then...' With a jolt everything rushed back to her; the blue whisp coming out of her mouth, the feeling of being watched, seeing the ghost, the stairs collapsing, and geting saved by the same ghost. The thought of that ghost threw Taylor fully into conciousness, and her eyes snapped open.

Only to meet the neon green eyes of the ghost she saw earlier.

'The ghost!' Taylor's mind scrambled for purchase, for somthing rational to do. Finally it settled with a scream.

The scream flew out of her mouth and she shot straight up into a sitting position. If the ghost didn't have the good reflexes that came out of fighting ghosts, they would have collided. His sudden backward movement caused him to loose his balance, landing on the floor with a dignified thump.

"Ow..." The ghost was now sitting on the floor with his right hand ruing the back of his head. The expression on his face was kind of sheep-ish, with a slight bit of pain from hitting his head on th floor.

"W-who are you?" Taylor asked with a shakily, after finding her voice. Still, she did find it a little bit funny that she had surprised a ghost. She pulled her legs up to her chest and her hands were placed on either side of her. That way, if the ghost made any sudden movements she could escape with a better chance than if she was just sitting.

The ghost was now looking at her with curious green eyes.

"Are you going to scream if I tell my name?" He looked like he was about to crack up laughing any second now.

'Is he laughing at me?'

"I can't make any promises..." She said instead.

The ghost smiled as he picked himself up off the floor. Taylor's brow furrowed, since he was a ghost why wasn't he floating?

Before she could stop herself, she said it out loud. Once the words were out of her mouth she had to resist the urge to smack herself in the forehead.

His facial expression turned into one of amused confusion. His demenor was relaxed and he tilted his head slightly to one side.

"I was afraid that you would scream again, or would try and use the, now nonexisting, stairs." His echoy voice sounded lightly conserned.

"Oh," Taylor mumbled. 'Well, at least he hasn't attacked me yet. Maybe I'll get out of here alive.'

She looked at her surrounding, trying to see if there was anothr way out. The walls were covered in posters and a computer sat in one corner. Glansing across the dimly light room she spotted her backpack sitting in front of a small bookshelf. Taylor was currently sitting on a twin size bed with a blue comforter. She almost immediatly recognized the room. 'I'm in Danny's Room.'

The ghost was sitll looking at her. He was hoping for a conversation, and she seemed to be in better control of her emotions now, and a little less likely to jump at the smallest sound.

"So, who are you?" Taylor asked. She turned her attention back to the ghost who was standing a few feet away. Now that her mind wasn't fogged with fear, she could see what the ghost looked like. His age apeared to be about 14 or 15, he was wearing a black hazmat suit with silver boots, collar, gloves, and a wierd logo on his chest that seemed to be a P inside of a D. His pale skin didn't seem as pale or colorless as other ghosts. Messy white hair hanged over his glowing, neon, green eyes. He didn't look evil, like the way other people depicted ghosts.

The said ghost seemed to be undesicive about teling her somthing. His hand was now rubbing the back of his neck and his eyes looked everywhere but Taylor.

'For a ghost, he does seem rather human.'

He seemed to have come to a descision, his hand fell back to his side and Taylor found herself the focus of his piercing green eyes.

Five simple words would forever change the lives of these two people.

"My name is Danny Fenton."

'Should I tell her who I am? If I do how will she react?' I thought indesicivly. I don't want to scare her again. She is the first person who actually talked to me without studdering in fear. It's not like I'm going to attack the people I protect.

I see her looking at me expectantly as I'm trying to make up my mind. Now that I look, she has the same eyes as Sam. I want a friend, and I don't want to lose the only chance I get. Yet if I dont tell her then she can't break my hope, right? But if I do tell her...what will happen?

My hand fell back to my side as I made descission. I'll tell her my name and hope that she won't run. Hoping is all I can do.

I looked directly into her purple eyes and said the five simple words that held my hope and spirit in the balance...

"My name is Danny Fenton."

To be continued...

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