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Warning: (same as the prologue)
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Chapter 1:
Lies
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Jazz, by all means, was no stranger to early mornings. Fact of the matter is that she thoroughly enjoyed waking up at the crack of dawn, it gave her time to take pleasure in the peace and quiet, look over last night's homework and take a quick shower before any of her family members got up. It was also the only time in the day were the Fenton's home seemed normal, there was no annoying beeping or explosion that usually emerged from either the basement lab or the kitchen, nor was their any glowing substance hanging from the ceiling from her parent's 'experiments' AKA last night's dinner.
However, this morning was different. The eldest Fenton child was not awaken from the beeping of her alarm clock, but rather the sound of running water coming from down the hall. Slowly, and quietly, getting out of bed, Jazz tipped-toed out of her room and stuck her head into the hall. She could hear her father's snoring coming from the closed room that was her parents' room, but she concluded that neither of them had gotten up. Shockingly enough, Danny's bedroom door was wide open and the light to the bathroom, where the running water noises came from, was on.
'Danny's taking a shower? At this hour?' thought Jazz, 'He has trouble getting up at his normal hour, why he is taking a shower so early in the morning?'
This stumped the eldest sibling; her brother was know for sleeping in, waking up at horrible hours were he had to rush to get dress, eat breakfast, then run out the door and hope that his scrawny legs could get him to class before the late bell rang. Not only was her brother up and active at such an ungodly hour, but she could also hear the downstairs' washing machine as well. Now that was even stranger; Danny barely did any, if not none, of his chores, not only that, but he could barely understand how a washing machine worked, let along use it.
Tired of hiding behind her door, Jazz walked out into the hallway and headed towards her brother's room. Danny Fenton was, somewhat of, a slob, it was no secret. Clothing he wore the last three days, his normal long sleeved shirts and baggy jeans combo, were skewed all over the floor, along with some dirty sock and a few sneakers, and his bed was in complete disarray. His walls were still dark, slightly muted, shade of blue, NASA and Humpy Dumpty posters were still tacked to them, his desk had stacks of textbook, most of them were still new and have never been opened, and the Fenton Thermos that laid on its side. The rest of the room seemed normal as well, except for some god-awful odor that floated around the room.
She didn't recognized the smell of alcohol, marijuana and coke mixed together since she never really got mixed into the drug-party scene, spent her weekend either at the library or at home with a good book. Jazz assumed the gasoline-type smell came from one of their parents' invention that might have leaked fuel in Danny's room. The red-head walked over to her brother's window and opened it wide, so as to air out the room and get rid of the foul stench, maybe get some scented candles in there, too.
Finding nothing else of interest, Jazz quickly got the heck out of her brother's room, not wanting to be caught nor continue being around that air-gasping stench. Instead of return to her own room, she made her way downstairs were the washing machine's alarm had gone off, signalling that the load was done. Unlike rest of the Fenton electronics, the washing machine were one of the few gadgets in the home that were untouched by their parents, meaning that they had yet to install rocket launchers and ecto-blasters inside them.
Opening the lid, Jazz peered inside the machine, surprised to see only a few articles of clothing instead of a full load. She dipped her hands inside and pulled out a black shirt and black pants. The eldest sister began searching through her memories; since when did Danny own black anything? The only black thing Danny had was his once white shirt that was spray-painted black during the Circus Gothica incident, however, their mother had soon gotten rid of it after Freakshow's arrest. Sam might have bought them, but she was never one to push her goth style of clothing onto Danny, plus the pants and shirt looked more punkish then gothic. So, when did Danny get these?
"Jazz?"
Said older sibling jumped and turned around to she her brother on the top of the staircase, he had put on his typical baggy jeans, red sneakers, yet still shirtless, and was towel drying his hair. Jazz suddenly felt like one of her parent's ghostly test subjects being stared down by a higher being, in this case, her half ghost brother who was staring down at her as she was caught examining his laundry.
"Uh, hey Danny," she smiled, frantically ranking her brain for some type of excuse to say to her brother, "Your up pretty early."
"Yeah," drawled the younger sibling, "I couldn't sleep and I was still covered in sweat from battles I had during the night. What are you doing with my clothing?"
"Well, I heard the washing machine and I though mom was already up," lied Jazz, trying to keep her voice smooth and unshaky; she was feeling such an incredible amount of guilt just lying to her baby brother, "I wanted to see if she had alreday finished washing my clothing that I toss into the basket last night."
"...oh," said Danny, an unreadable expression on his face, "No, that was me. Some of my clothing got ectoplasm on them when Skulker attack me. I didn't feel like lying to mom and dad about it so I just put them in the washing machine."
Jazz breathed an inward sigh of relief, just one of his ghostly enemies it was all. For a moment, she thought that Danny was doing something dangerous; she had almost laughed at the thought: her brother doing something bad? Danny Phantom is a hero, a good guy, he always tried to do the right thing. Heck, he doesn't even hold a grudge against Valerie or their parents when they try to attack him. The eldest daughter mental scolded herself.
"Well I'm glad that someone is finally doing their chores around here," she teased, but then suddenly remembered Danny's room, "Hey Danny, why does your room smell so bad? It can't be your laundry, we've gotten use to that."
Danny stared down at Jazz with a puzzled expression before it turned to realization, horror then calm in three seconds flat, "Oh, that. Skulker was trying out a new knock-out gass on me. It worked, until I woke up the next five minutes and stuffed him inside the Fenton Thermos. Which reminds me, I should probably let him out. Later Jazz."
The siblings bid a small goodbye to one another then went in separate directions; Danny walked back into his room and Jazz head straight for the kitchen. Their parents would wake up in about an hour and Jazz decide to make her breakfast right then and there before her mother comes down with some strange contraption that would bring their stove to life and leave some strange glowing goop in their bowls that Maddie Fenton would pass off as oatmeal. Jazz shuddered, never again!
The red-head cracked a few eggs and started heating up the stove, her head went back to Danny. Again, she mental punished herself for thinking her brother would ever do something remotely bad; the only bad thing she could remember was him cheating on the CAT and...he was born. Danny, as well as herself, Tucker and Sam, became haunted by, what the halfa dubbed, Dark Dan and Danny promised he would NEVER become him. Jazz smiled at her brother heroic nature, she truthed Danny's judgement.
"Danny? Bad?" she quietly laughed, "Yeah, right."
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Danny, after putting on his regular long sleeved hoodie and drying his hair, came down the stairs and into the kitchen where his parents were already up, in their usually jumpsuits, and, yet again, working on another ghost-related weapon that they would use to 'rip apart the ghost-boy molecule by molecule.' Jazz had already eaten her eggs and bacon and were making another plate for her brother, not trusting their mother to make breakfast again. Soon the air was filled with the smelling of sizzling bacon, loud beeps and popping green sparks emerging from the machine. Just a normal day at the Fentons.
"Morning," yawned Danny.
"Morning son," spoke Jack Fenton in his usual happy-go-lucky tone, then grabbed the weapon he and his wife were working and pointed it at Danny, "Say hello to the new and improve Fenton Bazooka! It's a small verson of the orginal bazooka but instead of opening a portal and sucking the ecto-scum back into their world, it blasted them with a shot made of pure ectoranium thus reduring them unconscious andcompletely powerless."
"We're hoping to use it on the ghost boy so we finally do our experiments," stating Maddie, her hands on her hip, "He's getting more and more crafty."
Danny wasn't paying attention to his mother, he was too fighten of the weapon that his dad was pointing at him, a weapon that was harmless to 'complete' human, not half human. Seeing her brother's discomfort, Jazz made her presence know; she shoved the weapon away from Danny's face and handed him his plate of eggs, bacon and motioned him into the living room, away from their ghost-obsessed parents their weapon.
The halfa ate his breakfast on the sofa while he listen to his older sis scolding their parents about using the kitchen table as the second lab. Once he finished his meal, Danny placed the empty dish on the coffee table, not wanting to enter the kitchen again, snatched up his backpack from the floor and walked out the door, still hearing Jazz's voice until the door closed behind him.
Morning was fairly cold, the air just a bit frigid, not that it bother Danny, he was quite comfortable in his hoodie and jeans, plus being half-dead made him use to the icy feeling of death. Pulling up the hood of his sweater, the halfa swung his backpack over his shoulder and started jogging up the street, ignorant of the bitting autum wind that was effecting everyone around him.
Up ahead, Danny spotted Sam and Tucker, his best friends since childhood, agruing with one another over something the Techno-Geek had probably said. Due to the cold weather, Tucker had on a thick jacket-verson of his yellow long sleeved shirt while Sam had thrown on a black and purple gothic jacket and replaced her plain skirt with black, baggy pants. Smiling, the Fenton boy ran up to them, both of them snapping out of their 'debate' mode and exchanged 'good mornings' with the black-haired teen.
"Hey guys," called out the ghost boy, letting out a huge yawn after.
"Late night?" guessed Sam.
Danny nodded weakly, "The Box Ghost, the Ectopuses, Skulker, The Box Ghost, Vlad's Vultures and the Box Ghost...again."
Sam groaned in annoyance, "Don't they ever give you a moment's rest?"
"Sam, what do you think?" asked Tucker.
The halfa zoned out as soon as Tucker and Sam started talking; Number one skill of being a superhero: lying. Danny, back then, was known as one of the worst liar you could ever meet, people often told him that to his face. However, nobody could ever image, or realize, that he was actually faking being bad at lying. Truth of the matter is, that is if there was ever a Noble Prize for Lying, he'd win it hands downs.
It was a talented he had for quite some time now, heck, he could even fool Sam, Tucker and his own braniac sister. Being with Ember helped perfect that skill, he needed it if he wanted to keep his secrets under wraps; being Danny Phantom was no picnic and neither was keeping the world, especially the media, that you were the boyfriend of the famed Ember Mclain. But his lies were quick, well-thoughtout and almost perfect, no studders or pauses in words to cause any suspicion or doubt.
But don't think that the young halfa took any pride in lying, no, that privilege belong to his rival, Vlad Master, whom got a kick out of lying to the entire world. Guilt, that was what Danny got out of lying to his friends and family; raw, stomach-churning, soul-biting guilt. He knew that he should have told someone about Ember, but who would actually understand him and his emotion.
His parents were completely out of the question, his mother would sooner claim that Ember was 'brainwashing' her son then accept their relationship, same with his father. Vlad? He was not THAT desperate! Sam, also out of the question; the goth couldn't stand the punk rocker and she would be consume with rage, jealous and betrayal at the thought of her bestfriend/crush together with, what she named, 'the bitch of the Ghost Zone.'
Tucker? Maybe, he would understand better or maybe this would be like the Valerie thing all over again and he would side with Sam on this. Jazz? Again, no way. She'd blame it on the boy's growing hormones and say some psychological mumbo-jumbo to try and make sense of his action. Plus she still haven't forgiven her, Kitty and Spectra about he whole Kiss of Death incident.
So there was really no one to talk to, no one that would bother to listen to him anyway. Ember and Danny came from two different worlds, one was considered evil, even thought she wasn't, and the other would be called a savior, no one ever knowing the stress that was put onto his shoulder. They helped each other, healed each other; with Danny, Ember felt alive, she could fell passion, love and heat from their time together, and with Ember, Danny felt like he could be a normal teenage, admit a rebellious one, but a normal one none the less, one that didn't have to constantly worry about hidding his ghost power or capturing his enemies.
But as it was said before, no one would understand. Humans are ignorant creatures, too proud to admit their mistakes, to claim that they were, in fact, wrong. Good and evil didn't mix, a good person and a bad person together would always result in chaos or corruption. Danny Fenton, the son of Amity Park's world renown ghost hunters, could NOT be dating Ember Mclain, bad-ass rocker and, unknown to most of the world, Ghost Zone's seductive ghost siren. No good could ever come from a relationship like that.
"Come on," stated Sam, snapping Danny out of this thoughts, "We'd better get to class before Lancer gives you another detention."
"It'd be my seventh one this week," replied Danny, "New record."
The trio laughed as the entered the halls of Casper High; the school was fairly noisy considering to was a Monday morning, yet the students of Casper High still found the energy to talk to their friends about the weekends and complain about the amount of homework that was given to them. All and all, it started off as a peaceful, normal day.
"Fen-turd!"
"And I'm gone," stated Danny before dashing down the hallway, the muscle-bound bully running after him, leaving his two friends alone by his locker.
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The 80's style punk rocker laid back onto her black and silver fainting couch, lyrics of Smashing Pumpkins' Bullet With Butterfly Wings blared out from the large stereos on both sides of the stage and the speakers above. Between her fingers rest a tall grand bordeaus glass of Blue Hawaii, her third one in just an hour. The girl was utterly bored, after her boyfriend left, she refused to stay in the hotel and just flew back into the Ghost Zone, towards her lair. Her undead bandmates were on the stage with her as well, only they were too busy with their instruments then keeping their lead singer entertain; that was her new boyfriend's job.
Like most ghosts' lair, Ember's lair resembled the place she was most comfortable and familiar in life: a concert stadium. It was similiar in size and appearance to the one back in Amity Park, the one where she had almost enslaved the entire world from with her music. It was also the place were she and Danny battled it out, she almost won, too, had it not been for his Techno-Geek and his God-awful voice scarying away her international-wide audience. Man, didn't think anyone would have a voice that bad!
Her stage was set up like any other: several mics were strategically placed, huge amps towering behind the band, their instruments were placed in their usually spots were they played; the only thing that seemed out of place on stage was the couch Ember sat on and a small black desk next to her. Setting her drink onto the black surface, Ember picked up something else on the table, a picture frame decorated with purple and silver skulls and a flaming red guitar in one of the corners.
Inside the frame was a picture of her halfa lover, Danny, wearing, what she considered to be, one of the hottest outfits he owned: a oversized, somewhat shredded, black hoodie with the words 'F**K YOU!' in white, ripped, baggy pants with several chain belts hanging from from the loops and a pair of steeled-toed army boots. Around his neck was a dogtag necklace, a gift from Johnny 13 for finally 'loosin' up', and a studded choker; on his ears were several piercings, all newly made from the night before said photo was taken. Strands of his onxy black hair were sticking out wildly, giving him a feral look, the dangerous look in his eyes, through half-closed eyelids, always made Ember go, uncharacteristically, weak in the knees and blush like one of the crazy, japanese schoolgirls. But she NEVER let him, or anyone else for that matter, know.
Pressing the frame to her chest, Ember laid back onto the couch, closed her eyes, and listen to her brainless bandmates play a short intrumental of her song. She had to write some new songs, Remember still was a number one-hit in the Human World but singing the same song over and over bored her, plus she wanted to inpress her Babypop with some new material, something to make both their blood boils during the nights they were together. Like last night at the hotel, under the sheets, their bodies entwine, connected...
'DAMN IT!' the rocker screamed in her head, 'Of all the times to get hot and horny? Where's Babypop with a hotel key when you need him?'
Blowing a sharp whistle from her lips, Ember motioned the bass player, the dude with the green mohawk, to come foward to her. Like a slave following his master orders, the ghost guitarist walked up to the blue haired siren and held out his arm. Ember took hold of his arm and glared at his wrist where a black wristwatch was wrapped around his bony limb. She let out a hiss when she only saw that it was five minutes pass one, Casper High didn't release his student until three, meaning two more boring hours without her Babypop.
"Fuck!" Ember spat, shoving her green bandmate to the floor; the ghost said nothing, didn't not even showed any discomfort from being pushed to the ground, he simply got up and walked back to his bandmate who were still practicing, "Nothing to do! God! No Babypop, Johnny and Kitty are out on a date, no parties, and it's not like you three shitfaced freaks are good for anything."
The three bandmates paid no attention to Ember's insult, they were, after all, her 'toys'. Nothing but illusions made from her powers. Since every singer needed a band to back her up, Ember created the three leadweights from her mind; she wanted bandmates who were completely loyal and faithful to her, bandmates who would listen to no one but her and her alone, she had no need for rebellious or stubborn minds. No, Ember wanted silent, loyal, music slave and that's exactly what she got.
But with mindless slaves like them, Ember got no entertainment outside her music-making and concerts. Dating help with the boredom but it's not like the Zone was filled with good-look boyfriend-worthy guys for her to choose from. Some were either too boring, too plain looking, wasn't evil enought, some a bit too evil for her, no fighting skills, perverts, the list of complains went on and on. When the rocker started going out with Skulker, she though that she found someone that at least was on the same level of 'cool' and 'dangerous' as her. But after his repeative failure of capturing and skinning her current boyfriend, she dumped him.
Suddenly, the digitize music of Hollywood Undead's No. 5 shrieked from her pants pocket. Fishing it out, Ember turned on her newly bought cell, a present from her Danny, and saw that she had a text message from said boyfriend. The siren ghost pressed the center screen where the full text message appeared on the screen.
still school. bored as f**k! miss u, thought of last night, iwfu ;)
Ember smiled, at least Phantom was having the same fantasy as she was having. Last night was definately one of their more memoriable nights; it was one of those nights were they didn't blackout halfway during making love, still can vividly remember their partner's movements, their moans, the look in their eyes as they made contact. God, Ember wanted her Babypop with her now, these dumb-fucks added to her boredom.
Laughing out loud, the blue-haired rocker became remembering a time when Danny was still what she and her pals considered a 'goody-goody.' Too caught up in doing the right thing, never having any type of fun, it all seemed unnatural to Ember. How could one person do everything right and not take ANY time to be sinful, even for one second? Was he even happy?
The laugher immediently stopped; Ember felt so heartless at that moment, how could she have been so stupid. The day Ember fell for the meek-looking halfa was the day he suffered a mental breakdown. Wanting to explore the Human World for a while, no malicious plan of world-domination at the time, the siren of the Ghost Zone flew on her beloved purple and blue guitar to the outskirts of Amity Park were she found the famed ghost boy having a mental breakdown from all the stress, pressure and hatred that was place upon him.
The rocker shook the image out of her mind, that day was too unpleasent, too heartbreaking for her; she wasn't a heartless bitch as most people believed her too be, she just prefered to kept her emotion inside rather then let them all out like those overly emotional fangirls of her. Jeeze, where the teen girls of this generation so overly emotional? Ember Mclain refused to show any weakness, emotions like sadness and helplessness weren't in her dictionary and will never be. That day, she gave Danny a taste a her dark and corrupted world and he fell in love, with both it and her. She smiled at how well she corrupted the boy.
Once meek and timid, Danny Fenton had changed into this dark, aggressive sexually experience bad boy that made any women, young and old, go weak in the knees, faint in the mind and would shameless toss themselves at him. Perfect, that what he was to Ember, the perfect lover, the one she had wished for all this time, the one she had been waiting for. God, only knows how much she wished that he had existed when she was alive; they could have made history.
Another beep from her phone snapped the ghost girl from her thoughts and focused her attention back on her phone. Another text from Babypop appeared on the screen:
got text from J13. party o.a.b. out of town. pick u up at 7. luv ya.
As soon as she finish reading the message, the rocker jumped off the couch and ran backstand, which was transformed into a trashed hotel room. Watching her step, Ember maneuvered her way towards the closet door, slamming it open and started tossing her endless supply clothing onto the sheetless bed behind her. Yanking out hanger by hanger, she looked at each article of fabric before throwing it over her shoulder onto the 'reject' pile that was quickly forming on her bed.
'She had to look hot' was all that was on her mind. Apperances were important to her, especially when going to one of Johnny's parties. 13 and Kitty were well know for throwing the wildest parties, both in the Human World and in the Ghost Zone. Guarantee to end the night with either everyone getting high as a kite and wake up in a hotel room the next morning. Perfect timing for Ember and Danny, they wanted to see each other as soon as possible and waiting a week for the Nine Inch Nails concert didn't suit their taste.
Finally finding an outfit that she hadn't wore in a while, the siren started stripping off her clothes and headed for the bathroom, the only room that was trashed or smelled like booze. Tossing her clothes on the toliet seat, the rocker enter the shower and turned it on full blast, letting the water extingish her hair. Tonight, oh yes, tonight was going to be a wild one.
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Danny sighed as Lancer continue to drone on and on about The Prohibition, the period where men, women, and even children drank, sold and manufacture illegal booze. He felt bored beyond belief, the only exicitng thing that happened all day was the text he got from 13 about his party tonight. That made his day more tolerable, he could see Ember much more sooner then next week. No ghost had decided to attack today so that left him stuck inside the classroom all day, surrounded by his peers who were secretly texting under their desk or pass notes to friends.
Looking down at his notebook, he has long since abandon writing down notes that Mr. Lancer were saying and began scrawling down several sentance that popped into his head along with musical notes. Being the boyfriend of a popular rock musician had made him knowlegeable about the music industry and the talent it required to become the next big thing. Ember, however, was gifted since her birth with a heavenly voice and the skills to dominate a guitar, so going into the music business had been a cake walk for her.
But Danny was considered a newbie; before dating Ember, the halfa had no interest in the music business; space, NASA, astronauts, that what gained his attention, not stringed instruments and concert tours. Looking down at his notes, he moved his hands away from the paper and read, in his mind, the following sentences:
Trembling, crawling across my skin, feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine. I believe in you, I can show you, that I can see right through all your empty lies, I won't last long in this world so wrong.
Read and re-reading the stances over and over again, he draw a circle around the sentances, separating them from the notes. Inward, Danny smiled, 'This could make a good song. I'll ask Ember if she wants to use this.' Realizing that there was only five minutes 'till the bell rings, the onxy-haired boy closed his notebook and, like the rest of his classmates, started stuffing his belongs back into his backpack.
"Now remember class," said the balding, middle-aged teacher, "You have a test on the Prohibition this Friday. Study your notes and..."
BBBBRRRRRING!
Mr. Lancer was cut short when the bell rang and each and every student ran out the room, leaving a small dust of paper and pencil shavings and a newly formed headache for the teacher. Danny and his friends walked quickly towards their locker, Sam and Tucker were still fighting over what happen at lunch, were the Techno-Geek try to get Sam to eat some ham. She nearly killed Tucker when she saw him trying to sneak some of his SloppyJoe meat into her veggieburger.
"I swear," hissed Sam, "If you EVER do that again, I will kick in the balls repeatedly until you lose the ability to bear kids! GOT IT!"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Tucker weakly, trying to hide behind Danny, knowing Sam would never hurt him if Danny was between them.
Danny rolled his eyes, he had warned Tucker about the dangers of messing with a certain Ultra-Recyclo Vegetarian's lunch, but had he listen? No. Now the halfa had to be Tucker's human shield against their goth friend's wrath. Don't get him wrong, he cared for his friends and he would glad take a bullet, or more commonly an ecto blast, for them any day, yet there was days he wish that would be always agruing over every little thing.
"Hey Fen-turd!"
And just when the day was going semi-well for the halfa, Casper High's resident bully just had to come and ruin it. This morning, he was thankful enought to loss him into the crowd of people and avoid him for the rest of the day, him and the popular kids. But then of course, there was some being out there that seemed to love to fuck with him and make his day worse. Turning around, the onxy-haired boy stared at the tower figure of the jock, forging a look of terror.
"Hey Fen-turd, I just got back my math quiz and I got a D," sneered Dash, his eyes glaring down at the ghost hunter's son, "You know what that means?"
'That the steroids you've been taking for the past three years have not only shrunk your balls to the size of a dime but have also shrunk your. already, pea-sized brain,' thought Danny, bitterly, though he wouldn't say that outloud, he had a facade to keep; instead Danny just say, "That you've passed?"
"Nope," smirked Dash, then grabbed Danny's coller and lifted him into the air.
Danny grit his teeth, letting out a low hiss in pain after he was shoved into his locker, the metal door closed behind him. Laughter of both Dash and the popular kids could be heard from the outside, causing him his left eye to twitch uncontrollable; what he wouldn't give to go ghost and kick that asshole's butt. Instead, he took a deep breath and waited for the idiot and his friends to leave, as well as the rest of the student body, the school.
The halfa heard Dash call out to his buddies and heard their footsteps quickly fade away, in addition to the rest of the onlookers who saw his torment. It wasn't until Sam and Tucker were sure that everyone had left did they knock on Danny's locker, signalling him to phase out of his metal confinement. Clenching his fist, Danny tried to keep himself from punching the hell out of the lockers that were in front of him, he couldn't let his friend's see his anger. They'd be too freaked out about him.
"Damn it," cursed Danny, "Why can't Dash just leave me alone for one day?"
Sam place her hand onto of his shoulder, calming him down a bit, "Forget it, Danny. You know how Dash is, he just likes to take his frustrations out on you. Ignore him, you know your better than him."
'I know I'm better than him,' hissed the half ghost child in his mind, 'The bastard practically worship the very ground Danny Phantom walks on, but he torments Danny Fenton all day long. What I wouldn't do to just have one free punch...'
"Your right, Sam," stated Danny, smiling at his goth friend, almost missing the faint blush that spread on her face, "Let's just go. I'm still grounded for skipping school last week 'cause of that fight with Prince Aragon."
"Man, that bites," said Tucker, pulling out his beloved PDA, "And here Sam was going to treat us to Nasty Burger."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm sorry," commented Sam, "Who's treating whom now?"
Going into defensive mode, Tucker instantly went behind Danny, using him, once again, as a his shield. Danny sighed in annoyance as the trio of friends started walking down the block, Sam trying to find a way to get to Tucker without hurting Danny. He held back his laughter when Sam finally found a weakness AKA she grabbed Tuck's PDA and started jogging down the street ahead of them, waving goodbye at Danny, Tucker running after her, also yelling 'see you later, man' at the halfa as well.
The ghost boy smirked as his friends' antics, he was so incredible lucky to have friends like them. But Danny's smirk turned into a frown when he remembered all the secrets he was keeping from them and the lies he were telling them. Like the fact that he wasn't really grounded, he just needed an excuse so he would have more time to prepare for Johnny's party tonight as well as pickup Ember in her lair. One thing was certain, he COULD NOT be late to pick her up, the boy did not want a repeat of the last time he was late picking up Ember.
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The roar of an motorcycle engine was not that uncommon in the Ghost Zone, most of the inhabitants were already familiar with the ghost teen, Johnny 13, and his gang of motorcycle riding misfits. Ignoring the roars, most of the spectral beings went back to doing whatever they were previous doing, whether it was sleeping, hiding from Walker and his goons or simple floating through the Zone; none of them ever looked closely at the Zone's road and saw that the noises did not belong to 13.
First off, the motorcycle had not possess the same sliver and green paintjob as 13's bike, instead it was painted completely white with black flames painted on the sides. The rider sported a dark, punkish ensemble, a familiar purple and blue guitar strapped to his back, and a black a white helmet on his head to conceal his face from any ghost that did spot him.
Just a few yards ahead of him was the tiny figure of the popular punk queen of the Human World and the Ghost Zone. Ember Mclain was standing there, a purple nail-painted hand rest on her curvy hips, one of her purple high heels making a tapping noise as she impatently waited for her date to arrive. She was decked out in a tight fitting purple and black top and miniskirt that hugged her figure very nicely, showing a generous amount of cleavage and shoped just below her knees.
Taking a step back, Ember watched as the motorcycle and its rider stop in front of her almost immediatlely. Taking off the helmet, the rider revealed to be the familiar face with untained, snow white hair and mischievous green eyes. Danny Phantom stared lustfully at the body of his girlfriend, whom no doubt was loving the attention she was recieving.
"What took so long, Babypop?" asked Ember, her voice turning low and seductive.
Danny smirked and wrapped his arms around her bare waist, pulling the rocker closer to him, "You know I have to be careful when I sneak out of the house, Em. That last thing we want to have my parents come after us, ecto-guns ablaze."
Ember cringed at the though of her lover's crazed parents; his dad was, no offense to Danny, an idiot with a brain for weapons but too uncoordinated to use it. Maddie Fenton, on the other hand, is considered a dangerous ghost hunter in the Ghost Zone and is to avoid at all cost. The woman was insane, unlike her husband, she had both the brains and moves that could bring down any ghost coming her way. It was obvious were Danny got his ghost hunting skill from.
Planting a small kiss on the blue-haired ghost midsection, tasting skin and metal from her bellybutton piercing, he released her and allowed her to jump onto the back of Danny's cycle. This time wrapping her arms around his waist, Ember clung to her boyfriend's jacket for dear afterlife as he immediantly speed off into the glowing green and black sky that surrounded the Ghost Zone.
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And that is the end of chapter 1 (hope I didn't make Ember OC). The next chapter goes more into detail with the drug and party scene that Ember and Danny are drowning themselves in. Johnny 13 and Kitty will also make their debut next chapter, as well as a flashback on how the Ember and Danny pairing came to be.
The lyrics Danny wrote are from the Breaking Benjamin's song, Dance With The Devil, which will be feature in a later chapter. This is my favorite song 'cause I think it works well with the whole DXE pairing I like.
My Interpretation:
At the start of the song, it states Danny usually feeling of helplessness as he balances his normal life with his superhero duties, as well as the corruption he faces and the possible outcome if he doesn't do what is right (Dark Dan). Then it goes into 'I believe in you...world so wrong,' which show his love for Ember as their feelings for each other, in the beginning, grows despite their efforts to hate each other, then he falls into her world, even though he won't stay their very long (only during nights can they see each other).
The chorus line 'As we dance with the Devil tonight' means that Danny, both Fenton and Phantom has completely fallen for Ember, who can be known as the Devil for corrupting him. I also think that it could stand for how Ember and Danny have falling into the drug and sex world and are taking chances at life (dancing with the devil = dancing with death/destruction).
'Trembling...life of mine' symbolize Danny and Ember's sexually activities. The song goes into the into chorus, repeating it several times, then saying the phase 'hold on' (Danny and Ember are holding onto their last shred of humanity) and 'goodbye' (Danny is bidding farewell to his old, meek self and his old life).
And that's how I see the song as a perfect match to DannyXEmber pairing :)
CURSE MY RAMBLING!
okay, that's enough.
NEXT: Chapter 2 - Addiction