Wild Side Chapter 3: Addiction, a danny phantom fanfic

I apologize for the late update, ever since college started, I've been swamped with homework; I'm taking two studio classes, a color and composition class and English II. But I am starting to review my fics and

Thanks again for all the review, I'm so happy that my fic is getting so popular and I humble by all the comments and everything. Also, criticism is appreciated so please don't be shy :) Most likely it would be grammar errors, if anyone what's to beta read my fic, PM me. Also, if anyone sees any grammar errors, please send me a PM so I can fix it. Thank you :)

And for future references: I HAVE NEVER, AND PROBABLY WILL NEVER, DO DRUGS! All the information I have written here are from things I've read in books and on the internet. So don't think for a second that I'm a druggie. I've never did coke or acid. I haven't done meth, and I've never touch a bottle of alcohol in my life, and I'll never will! Though, I do want to go to a rave but that'll be for when I'm in college and people I trust surround me.

Warning: (same as always but the mention of drugs and alcohol usage with be implicated in this chapter)

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Chapter 2:

Addiction

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Danny kept struggling but it was no use, the pretty, blue-haired rocker had a strong grip on his wrist as she pulled him through the backdoor. Strange it was, seeing these two type of people together; one looked like he belonged in one of those typical, all-American homes with the white picket fence and all that shit, while the female looks like something out of a 80's rock concert. Not exactly the kind of people that would end up together.

"I don't know about this, Ember," said Danny, still struggling to free himself from his enemy's grip.

Said ghost rocker scoffed at the meek response and then, without warning, shoved him completely through the door and almost down to the floor, "Don't be a wuss, Dipstick! You said that you wanted to have a break from that superhero crap, so this is it!"

"You know," began Danny, regaining his balance, "I'm surprise that you, of all people, would try to cheer me up."

"Oh, zip it! I just don't want to find my archenemy, crying like baby, having a mental breakdown when I'm actually trying to enjoy my day," she hissed.

He stared at her, "Wouldn't my mental breakdown 'cause you MORE happiness. After all, you, and pretty much all the other ghosts, hate me."

"We don't hate you, Phantom," stated Ember, grabbing the boy's wrist again and pulling him down the hall, "Oh, sure, you may ruin our plans to take over your stupid little town and crush our fun every once in while, but we don't hate you. Your more like an annoyance. Plus, I'm not Spectra, I don't feed off misery."

"...thank God for that," muttered Danny under his breath.

He was jolted back to his senses when he heard Ember laugh. LAUGH! At a joke he made!

"Thank God, right," snickered the female ghost, "I can't stand that bitch. Even though I used to hang out with her, she still tries to take advantage of Kitty and me and sucks out our misery, stupid skank. And, seriously, when you take away all that youth and power of hers, she looks like one of those crazy, old cat ladies that use to live on my street."

Ember's laugh was soon drowned out by the emerging sound of My Chemical Romance's The Sharpest Lives along with shrieks of pleasure and screams of pure ecstasy coming from the end of the hallway. Once at the end of the hall, a black painted security door greeted them. The undead siren finally let go of the boy's arm and kicked open the door; the BANG sound of the ghost girl's boots connecting to the door's harder outer shell echoed into the hall, despite the loud music.

On instinct, Danny threw his arm over his face, or more clearly his eyes, shielding himself from the blinding light that attack the two ghosts when the door was opened. After a few seconds of getting use to the multi-colored neon lights, the halfa got a good view of the room. Despite it's tiny appearance on the outside, the warehouse was far more larger then it lead on, an entire crowd of teenagers and college students were meshed in together on the dance floor, their bodies grinding against each other so sexual that it looked like they actually having sex on the dance floor.

In the center of the room were the dancers and the scene-makers, to the corners were the drunkards, the druggies and the wallflowers, too high or shy to enter the spotlight. Almost like high school really; populars to the center and the outcast pushed aside, something Danny was very familiar with. However, Ember plans on shaking up his dull, boring human existence and turn it on its head.

"So, Babypop," asked Ember, nudging her elbow to the halfa's side, "Wanna guess what people do at a rave?"

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Blinding neon lights, music screaming into your ears, and the sweet taste of liquor pouring down your throat, Just one of those typical rave scene that crawl into neighboring town and hid in the shadows, calling out to young, fresh meat that seem vulnerable to their siren call. Most people knew it was dangerous and vile lifestyle, yet they couldn't resist it; just something about it called out to people, whether it was the lights that shone like NY's or LA's or the sexually pleasure that happens or just the crowds of people having a good time. Whatever it was, people would flock to it.

Danny started becoming a regular at these raves and underground parties with Ember, Johnny and Kitty. No more did he act like the shy, weak little schoolboy he was during the day, now he was almost as charming, heroic and appealing as his spectral alter ego. Raver women and college girls alike would gather around him, but were soon scared away by the blue haired rocker. However, the halfa never did pay any mind to his fan girls; he was more interested in Ember and what she had to teach him.

Ember practically lived for that attention, something her earlier flings never gave her. Danny became everything she wanted in a boyfriend: loving, attentive, caring, passionate, attractive and understanding of her needs. Basically, the traits a perfect boyfriend would have, every girls' dreamboat, and that's what Ember had. Most people failed to notice that in Danny either because of his parents' profession as ghost hunters or that he hung out with his outcast friends or his 'weak' act to hide his ghost half. But hey, their lost was her gain, and she gained the mother lode and there was no way in hell she was going to lose him.

"Good to be back, huh, Babypop?" asked Ember, stretching her ghostly limbs from the long ride from the Zone to the club.

"Better than my shit hole of a school," hissed Danny, peeling off his helmet.

Ember laughed while Danny parked his 'cycle on the curb, setting the security system on before the couple headed towards the club's door. Standing at the front of the door is the bouncer: a huge, burly man twice the size of Danny's own father but smaller than Frostbite, wearing both a dark suit and a darker scowl. Arms crossed and glaring at anything that moved, he stared down at the two teens, gave a simple glance over at the them as if they were nothing more than bugs. The look didn't faze either of them, they had face worst things then an irritated mortal thug.

Both held their passes up to him to which the bouncer nodded and allowed them both to enter the warehouse. The minute they stepped inside everything became a mixture of dub-step, strobe lights, screaming and the wretched smell of alcohol, smoking and vomit. Every square inch of the place is filled with drunk, hyperactive, and sexually active teen and adults alike, pushing their way through the crowd or grinding up against each other.

Multi-colored strobe lights kept flashing, turning the room into a stop-motion film; up above the room, standing on a slightly unstable scaffolding, was the DJ fist-pumping to the song with two scantily clad 'bimbettes' dancing on either side of him, not really dancing but more violently shifting their body left and right and turning their hairs into whips. They look ridiculous but they also look normal here, as normal as one could look at a rave.

Ignoring the dancing crowd, Ember pulled Danny away from them and guide him towards the back of the room. There he spotted a make shift bar set up using some foldable tables, mini bar fridges, a keg, some empty shot glasses and plastic cups and a bartender that looked way too young to even handle alcohol. Sitting on one of the stool is Johnny 13, hollering for more shots, and his girlfriend Kitty, who looked positively pissed.

"What took you two so long?" questioned Johnny, downing another drink.

"Traffic," joked Danny as he took a seat next to Johnny, motioning the bartender to give him a drink as well.

Johnny laughed as he took another shot before Kitty slapped him over the head, successfully making the biker spat out his drink, "Oww! Kitty! What did I do?"

Kitty snatched the shot glass from her boyfriend, "What did I tell you about drinking?" She spilled the drink onto the floor much to Johnny's dismay, "No more alcohol! The last time this happen, you passed out drunk on the floor and had footprints all over your face!"

"But Kitten..." begged Johnny, but Kitty wasn't having it and pulled the biker off the stool by the ear.

Ember snickered and waved goodbye to the dysfunctional couple as they disappeared into the crowd. Sometimes Danny would wonder why they keep bringing the two to the clubs when all they would do is fight and argue, but hey, at least it was funny to watch. After the two disappeared from the view, Ember hopped onto one of the stood and hollered at the barman to whip her up a 'Sex on the Beach.'

Once the bartender was busy with her drink, Ember took a chance to kiss Danny. Bending over, the blue-haired ghost grabbed the halfa by the neck, pulled him closer and smashed her lips onto his. The two began making out on the bar stool until Ember broke it and started pecking on his neck, leaving large bluish-purplish bruises while Danny played with her flaming hair.

"Sex on the Beach," announced the bartender, sliding the drink towards the couple.

Pulling away from her lover's neck, Ember caught the glass and started sipping the sweet tasting liquid. As she drank, Danny slid his finger across the table and found a powdery white residue that he knew for a face that wasn't flour. Behind him, the bartender wasn't doing a very good hiding himself as his sorted lines of the powder up his nose via straw.

He felt another hand wrap around his cocaine covered fingers; turning back, he saw Ember stuck his fingers in her mouth, sucking the cocaine off and rubbing it on her gum. "Tasty," licked Ember, "Pure shit, too. Guess that means Ricardo and his gang is head. Yo! Bar boy! Make me some lines!"

"Doing drugs is bad," replied Danny, going into hero/good mode, slightly glaring at her, "They kill your organs and make you addicted to it."

"Loosen up, Babypop," remarked Ember, pressing her purple painted lips to his cheek, "Don't be such a spaz. You know this shit doesn't affect us."

The barman poured a tablespoon of cocaine onto the surface in front of the couple and separated it into four thin lines using a credit card. Plucking a straw from a box of them, he handed it to the ghost girl and stood back and watched as she pressed one end of the straw to her nose and the other to the beginning of the line. Slowly, Ember snorted the first line up her nose nice and cleanly.

Wiping the residue from the nose, she offered the straw to Danny, but he held up his arm and shook his head, "No way. Uh uh, forget it."

She tsked, "You've got a long way to go, Babypop. You have to experiment~"

"Not with my internal organs are in the mix."

"Your half dead, they ain't gonna be effected," she snored the second and third line, "Last chance."

Danny started down at the floor, "...no."

Ember snorted the last line and tossed the straw away; placing her hands on each side of Danny's face, she pull him up to stare into her eyes, "What's wrong, baby? Your were having fun just a minute ago and now your being a bummer."

"My bad, Em," said Danny, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend's tiny waist, "Just had a hard day at school."

"Aww, does my innocent boyfriend need his hot girlfriend's help to chillax?" purred Ember, trailing her fingers up his chest before gripping the front of his shirt and pointed her thumb behind her, "Maybe have a quick shag in the back?"

Danny shook his head, "As much as that would be hot, I think that the term 'privacy' is impossible." Danny tilted head towards the back were multiple couples, one of them being Kitty and Johnny, had already taken the dim-lighted space for themselves, moaning and kissing and stripping off articles of clothing. Heck, one couple were already down to their panties and boxer!

The blue siren's face twisted into disgust at the other lovers, more particularly when she spotted the 'stickiness' of the floor. "Er, never mind. We'll just give a hotel room later. I'll jump your bones then."

The conversation ended when Ember smacked her lips onto Danny's, the taste of wax and raspberry sorbet seeping into his mouth. She really needed to simmer down with the flavored lip gloss. Pulling back and licking her lips, the female ghost pulled the halfa towards the dance floor, pushing away anybody that got too close to her liking. Danny didn't really like crowds, neither in concerts or in school, they just gave him claustrophobia.

Once in the center of it all, just how she liked it, Ember started dancing to the shifting music from Deadmaus5 to a Skrillex remix of Rihanna's album. Taking her lover's hands into hers, the siren brought Danny closer to her swaying body, rest those digits on the curves of her hips. The moves were hypnotic, addicting, seductive; he moved his up and down her sides as she twisted and swayed in his arms just as she threw arms around his neck, pulling him down for another make out session.

Balancing on the thin heels of her shoes, Danny twirled her around, already high from the music and lust circling in her system, so much more addicting than the LCD tabs she had in the past. After a few minutes of letting his girlfriend taking the lead, Danny finally became confidence and swept Ember into his arms. Shocked and aroused by the sudden chance in personality, Ember had no problem following his lead and started grinding against him, then pulling away to dance in her normal seductive way. Danny admitted, Ember's dancing turned him on.

"Addicting, isn't it," Ember licked her lips as she trailed her own hands down her body, over her breast, against the sides of her waist and hip, and down the inner sides of her thighs through her skirt.

Danny bend down, cupping Em's face and kissed her for probably the 100th time today, still tasting those raspberry wax lips but now with a taste of Ember's addicting flavor. A battle for dominance erupted between them: the rebellious teenage siren with the hypnotic voice and the half human half ghost corrupted boy with hero complex trying to do the right thing. So different yet attracted to one another, a hero and a villainess, though maybe it's not like that. They were only teenage, misunderstood, growing out of their childhood but not wanting to enter adulthood.

They pulled away once again only to breakout with the crowd into a dance of smashing bodies and punching limbs as a hard rock song blasted over the speakers. Head banging and arms waving, that was the majority of the dance moves being done along with arm flailing, body thrusting and foot stomping. Ember however looked more graceful and sexy when she dancing unlike everyone else who looked like idiots next to her.

Wrapping his arms around her again, Danny lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Her nails clawed his hair and down his back as she attacked his mouth again, biting the bottom lip to force her entrance which he granted. The two fought it out in an intense battle of tonsil hockey, neither of them winning but still not backing down. Sadly, all good things must come to an end due to certain things, like a need for air or that your boyfriend's hair was being harshly pulled at by an annoyed Kitty.

"Excuse me," said Kitty, letting go of Danny's hair, "Don't wanna break up your little make out session, but I'm gonna have to borrow your boyfriend for a minute."

"What?" hissed Ember, pulling the halfa closer to her, "What for?"

"Johnny and alcohol, need I say more?" Kitty crossed her arms and glared at the corner of her eyes, probably towards her boyfriend who the two could guess that he had passed out on the floor of the mini bar that was set up behind the scaffolding.

Ember groaned loudly and release her grip on Danny's shirt, "Fine~ Danny, be a babe and please help Kitty's good-for-nothing boyfriend off the floor and out of the club."

Danny sighed and kissed Ember on her check, "I'll be back."

"You better," moaned Ember, watched as her boyfriend left with her friends. She sighed and looked up towards the DJ and his skank and smirked. Perhaps it was time for the 'One-Hit-Wonder Ghost Rocker' to resurface.

As for Danny, he automatically missed the feel of Ember's cold but smooth skin, her piercing green eyes and her nails clawing down his shirt. The halfa made a mental note to kick Johnny's ass for this, but he would have to wait until he was sober. Currently, the idiot was passed out in front of the same bar Kitty had dragged him away from. His upper body sprawled on the table, a cracked shot glass still clutched in his hand, it's continents spilled all over his head, Johnny looked dazed and confused but at the same time laughing like an idiot.

"JOHNNY! Get your drunk ass up!" shrieked Kitty, luckily, everyone in the club was either stoned, drunk or didn't care to look at the three ghosts at the bar.

Poor Johnny, too drunk to even notice his girlfriend's pissed off expression, or the fact that she IS his girlfriend, "Hey! Y...you look...like my g...girl, Kitty," stuttered the biker in his drunken stupor, words stuttering out like that of an unsure idiot lost in his alcoholic daze, "Only your hotter...er, hehehe."

Danny rolled his eyes at the drunkard biker and watched him topple off the stool and onto the floor, completely passed out. Another familiarity of being at a bar with his deceased friends: a drunk-as-fuck Johnny 13. Before his death, Johnny was as big a drinker as he was a biker; it almost surprised Danny that alcohol didn't cause his death, but rather a biking accident. Almost.

Next to him, Kitty groaned and buried her face in her hands, obviously embarrassed by her boyfriend's behavior. "Does this every single time," Danny could hear her say under her breath as she glared at him through her fingers. Sighing, Kitty motioned to Danny to help get her passed out boyfriend off the grimy floor. Together, the two teens dragged him across the floor towards the nearest exit.

"Shit!" cursed Danny; for a dead spectral figure, the guy was damn heavy! The halfa was only thankful that the exit was nearby, so they didn't need to go far. "How did he even get near the bar? Weren't you making out with him?"

"I was," groaned Kitty, "But then my phone ringed and I had to take it. Next thing I know, Johnny's back at the bar, taking a snort of cocaine and an enough booze to take out an elephant.

Passed couples maxing out, drunk partiers and the wallflowers, Kitty and Danny pushed through a unguarded backdoor into the parking lot of the place. 13's bike was parked out under a tree, hidden away from any unwanted eyes that might want to jack it. The two dragged his sorry, drunk ass in front of his bike and unceremoniously in front of his ride, now unconscious and drooling out the side of his mouth.

"Sometimes I wonder why you're still with him," stated Danny, eying the drunken dead biker snoring on the grass, completely oblivious to his girlfriend annoyance.

Kitty shook her head, "Me too. He's lazy, crude and a womanizer, and yet I love him! I don't know why and I can't explain it. Maybe death is an eternal bond for couples."

Danny shrugged his shoulders, unable to answer. Clockwork told him about a special bond couples have when they die; it's even strong when the two die together. Although the Time Master didn't tell him the causes for the bond, Danny though it due to the love they had for each other when they were alive that is strengthen when they die. So the phrase "love never dies" is actually true.

Kitty took a deep breath and let it out, before fishing into her jacket for her old flip phone that was vibrating. The tiny screen shone the word 'EMBER' in bright green before she flipped it over to reveal a text message. Danny couldn't see the tiny message as Kitty's eyes scrolled through it. She smiled and looked up at the dark-haired teen.

"Hey Danny," said Kitty, "We should go back to the club, Ember's gonna go up."

"Up? You mean she's going to sing?" asked Danny; he'd never seen anyone sing in a rave or club, usually it was the DJ that took care of all the music.

"Totally," replied the biker chick, dragging the halfa back towards the back door, "She's been working on a new song for a while. Guess she realize she can't sing the same song for the rest of eternity."

"What about him?" questioned Danny, pointed down at the passed out biker. Kitty shrugged, "Eh, he won't care. Let him sleep off his drunken stupor."

With one last look at the drunken biker, Danny and Kitty snuck back into the building just as the music was dying down. Once inside, the lights dimmed down, the music stopped blasting and a single bright spotlight hit the scaffolding where the DJ and his 'dancers' were. With mic in hand the DJ cleared his throat and started to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to present an unexpected 'surprise,'" stated the DJ, the bitterness and jealous in his voice wasn't hidden in any way, and waved his hand upwards just as the spotlight hit the ghost singer, "Give a round of applause to Ms. Ember McLain."

Danny and Kitty immediately covered their ears as the crowds erupted in deafening cheers and screaming. The familiar chanting of 'Ember, Ember' echoed though the warehouse; looking up, the halfa saw Ember's hair flared up like a dancing candle flame, waving and blowing kisses to her fans below her but Danny was no fool. Ember fed off the worship and adoration her fans had, whether they knew she was a ghost or not.

"Tell me who you love!" shouted Ember, listening as the chanting of her name grew louder and louder, "That's it baby, say my name. Are you ready for a little youth revolution?"

Turning the mic on and motioned the DJ to begin the song, which he grungly did, Ember climbed on top of the turntable. The man became horrified to see his equipment being wrecked; one heel scratching his record, another balancing on the the railing, giving Ember a good view of the entire joint. Once her music started up, she pressed the mic to her lip and sang.

"You took me to your little crib, guess it must have been a big deal," sung Ember, "Got me starring in your wet dream, now it's time to get real. I'm not looking for love, no not today! But you call me up and had the nerve to say~ 'See you next Tuesday.'"

Danny didn't have to strain to hear Ember's song, the four speakers did their work well enough. Even though the crowd's screaming threaten to break the sound barrier, Ember's voice towered over them all, with or without the speakers. Her blue hair raged on top of her head like a halo of cyan flames, ironic since she was in no way angelic. Swaying her hips seductively, twirling around the rail of the scaffolding, teetering at the edge of the growing mosh pit below her, before jumping back on top of the turntables.

Despite her singing, the DJ sulking behind her wasn't impressed, most likely from being shown up by the dead siren. Heck, even his 'dj skanks' completely ignored him to sway and dance to Ember's song, oblivious to the growing rage their disk jockey is feeling. Fed up, the DJ tried to push the ghost singer off his turn table; luckily for Ember, she quickly caught her footing before she could topple over the railing. Pissed, the blue haired female, lifted one combat boot and slammed in on the dude's hand, possible breaking his fingers and one of the records.

"You show up everywhere I go, get a grip you're acting so weird. I don't need your jager bombs, I think I can take it from here. You gotta learn to leave when the party end~ I don't really care what your tell your friends, tell me again!" Ember violently grabbed the pissed off DJ by the wrist and lifted him in the air, high above the crowd. He started freaking out, clawing the rocker's arm before dropping him onto the crowd. Danny almost went ghost until he saw the disk jockey land into a wave of mosh pitters, semi-safely.

"You call me a bitch like it's a bad thing! You call me a freak like that means something! Can't get your way so you're sulking. I think we know the rest, get it off your chest! I don't give a shit, I love it when you call me a bitch," Ember winked at Danny, telling him to calm down and enjoy the show and forget about being a superhero, "I think you hate me because you want me~ You only want what you can't have. I'm just being who I want to be, but you can't deal with that~~~~!"

"Whoo-hoo! Go Em!" cheered Kitty, even though she knew Ember couldn't hear her over the crowd, "Isn't she awesome Danny?"

"Absolutely perfect," replied Danny, but he was pretty sure Kitty couldn't hear him either.

Tossing the mic behind her shoulder, Ember jump into the most pit, having her fans carry her through crowd surf. She cried out in excitement and utter happiness, god-damn she was on top of the world! Her music career was resurfacing, her fans were coming back and she was dating a wonderful and sexy boyfriend, I mean what more could a girl want. Fame, fans, fortunes and a future with her man, nothing could bring her down her high.

Suddenly, Ember got plucked from the surf and into the arms of her waiting boyfriend who started kissing her passionately. "You rock, Ember McLain."

The siren licked her lip, "Better believe it, Danny Fenton." Gripping on the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards the bar.

Screams for another 'Sex on the Beach' and 'Red Russian' spilled out of Ember's lips as she pushed her boyfriend onto on of the stool and sat on his lap. She played with his collar's hem, burning it slowly thanks to her increasing power boost and cutting the fabric down from his neck to mid-torso. The bartender came up and slammed the two drinks onto the counter in front of the ghost couple.

Both greedily drank the drinks, letting their mind go fuzzy from the rum, gin or whatever the hell the alcohol that was in the glass take over their body. The room became hot and both felt the need to remove their clothing or, preferably, find the nearest hotel to have their 'happy time.' Danny composed himself while Ember started giggling at the side of her mouth at the sensation.

"Another line?" asked the barman, pouring more cocaine on the table and making the thin, deadly lines.

Ember held out two fingers, "Make it two, one for me," she gripped the front of Danny's shirt, "And one for my Babypop here."

"Em..." started Danny before Ember cut in.

"Come on, babe," said Ember, handed him the straw, "Just one line and that's it. Nothing's gonna happen." She watched Danny's face become twisted in confusion just before he smiled at her.

But in the back of his mind, Danny became frighten of what he was he doing. Alcohol was bad enough, but drugs were going overboard. These weren't things heroes were suppose do; he wasn't suppose to be doing. Yet here he was: inside an out-of-town rave, being around drugs and drinking booze like every other drugged-out rebellious teenage who didn't give a shit about their future. This wasn't supposed to happen. He and Ember weren't supposed to happen.

How far had he fallen?

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Jazz hated being woken up in the middle of the night, especially on a school night, by her parent's malfunctioning devices. Apparently, the Fenton Ghost Tracker, which was once Danny's old alarm clock, started going off about a possible ghost spotting in Amity Park and soon Maddie and Jack Fenton were dressed, armed to the teeth with ghost hunting equipment and zoomed out of the neighborhood before Jazz could get a word out. Unfortunately if her parents had paid any attention to the device, they could have seen that the device said 'Ghost Located at Amy Yee' not Amity. The worst part? Amy Yee is a Tennis Center...in Seattle.

'Oh, God, here comes the migraines,' groaned Jazz as she could already feel the pounding in her head becoming worst.

Clutching her head, Jazz walked up the stair after thoroughly smashing the Fenton Ghost Tracker with a hammer her parents kept in one of the kitchen drawers; she'll just say that a ghost did it and get off the hook. Can't her parents, for once, make an invention that didn't wake up half the neighborhood? There was no doubt that they were going to receive more angry letters in the mail tomorrow.

The entire house became eerily quiet, not that it was unusual. Every time Maddie and Jack left their home to do God-knows-what, the home would become still. All their gadgets and inventions would have been shut off before leaving, not wanting to cause another fire or accidentally blow up their lab. But even with all the electronics turn off, Jazz knew it felt too quiet.

Jazz slowly walked down the hallway towards her brother's room. She usually could heard Danny's breathing, even if it was very faint, but tonight it was dead silence…no pun intended. Quietly opening the door, she viewed her brother's messy room with clothing he had on this morning toss across the floor as well as some CDs and forgotten pieces of homework

'I really should remind Danny to clean this place,' thought Jazz, before her eyes rested on Danny's bed. Empty; Danny wasn't in his room.

At first Jazz panicked and ran inside trying to see where he could have gone, but then relaxed herself. Danny no doubt had heard their parents' Ghost Tracker and probably went ghost to do a patrol of the city or sensed one of his enemies coming back for another fight. Happy with her reason, she turned to around to leave her brother's room only to step on something round and rollable.

"Whoa-Ah!"

Jazz never felt so happy that she was alone when she took that awful comedic slip onto her brother's floors. Landing painfully on her back and head, she quickly turned on her knees and wrapped her arms around her head, nursing the pain that erupted in the back of her skull. While cursing out and nursing her injury, the object that made her trip rolled in front of her; she looked at it through her tear-blurred eyes.

The Fenton Thermos.

Danny never left his room without taking the Thermos, and despite his careless attitude and forgetfulness, he wouldn't forget to take the only thing that would capture his ghostly enemies. Not anymore, anyway. Picking up the contraption, checking it over just to make sure her clumsy footing didn't damage the thing, Jazz walked over to the window. Peeking out through the bars, something their parents had installed in an attempt to prevent Danny from seeking out, and looked in hopes to find Danny fighting or flying in the sky...

"BEWARE!"

Jazz let out a shriek and jumped back from the window, almost tripping over some dirty laundry. Looking back up, she groaned as she spotted a familiar short, overall-wearing blue skinned ghost phasing through her brother's wall, waving his hand in a pathetic attempt to look frightening. Cue another headache.

"I AM THE BOX GHOST! FEAR MY POWER OVER ALL THINGS THREE DIMENSIONAL AND CARDBO-AHHH!"

The overweight ghost was soon sucked into the Fenton Thermos by Danny's annoyed sister. She honestly couldn't believe she mistook him as a threat; but that wasn't the issue here. The issue was with the her missing brother. If he wasn't here or fighting ghost or over at Sam and Tucker's homes, then...

"Where's Danny?"

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I get the feeling that I rushed this chapter, or maybe it's just me?

So...will Danny do the line of coke (cause I never wrote that he did or didn't)? Find out next chapter.

The next chapter feature sexual activities; may or not be M rated because of this (though I seriously doubt it). I read a bit about the party and drug seen from the Internet and a book called 'Generation Ecstasy: Into the World of Techno and Rave Culture' by Simon Reynolds. I skimmed the parts about the 1970's, the year Ember was alive at the time and the types of drugs and party scene she would be familiar with.

On another note, I adore the band Halestorm, and I think the band and Ember go great together with the whole grungy, rebellious tone they have. Although Ember's song is more pop than rock (in my opinion) I do see her singing to some of Halestorm's songs, especially "You Call Me A Bitch Like It's A bad Think", which symbolizes Ember's personality and attitude towards the world. Most likely I'll be using more of Halestorm's songs in the fic, so I recommend listen to some of them, they're really good and it will get folks into the mood when reading the fic.