Ok, first off, this chapter is 3,740 words, without the authors note! Yay! Ahem. Also, woohoo, chapter 3! You get to learn even more about our favorite demon teens. ^_^ I'll try not to make this too long. I would like to thank the reviewers, you guys rock. Speaking of, here are the reviews!

Shadowed sword - Tetra: Correct! I think Cujo is so adorable. ^_^

Guest (muney73) - Tetra: I'm glad you liked it! Yeah, Death's got issues… You'll see more of those. Also, Ha! Yes! Point for me! The wine is pretty awesome. Also, it's latin for Soul Juice. (at least, in google translate) Ah, I have a twisted imagination. ^_^ It's fine, I understand. (about the phone thing)
Death - Yes! I win! I knew you'd like me better. *grins*

Alrighty, I think that's it... Disclaimer time, then I'll leave you to the chapter.

Disclaimer - Haven't we been over this? If I owned DP, I'd be rich. And, ya know, not on this site. But Death is all mine. And you know the other characters and stuff.

Chapter 3 - Oh Look, Plot Development!

Luna's POV

The next morning I told Danny to go ahead to the Nasty Burger, and I would catch up. Well, I thought it to him. While he did that I went to Death and Alec's place, figuring I'd have to wake Death up. I knocked on the door, not really sure if I'd get a response or not.

The door opened, revealing the black-haired, red-eyed boy I'd met yesterday, Alec. Seeing me he just sighed and went back inside, me following.

"Uh... Is Death awake?" I wasn't exactly sure what to say to him. I felt a little bad about yesterday, but we weren't sure if he was a threat. And we still don't know what the hell that thing was. He shrugged and walked back into the living room picking up a text-book. Wonder why he was reading that? I mean yeah, they're probably gonna have to go to school, but I didn't think he'd read one of the books beforehand.

"Well um..." I sighed. "I'm uh, sorry about yesterday." He shrugged again.

"Whatever. He should be in his room. I don't know if he's awake though." I nodded.

"Thanks." Then I walked down the hall, taking a guess as to which door was his. Knocking on the door I heard a quiet reply.

"C'mon in." I opened the door to see Death sitting on the bed, staring at the wall, a glass in his hand.

"You alright?" He glanced at me for a moment before grinning.

"Yeah, 'course I am. Time to go already?" I nodded. He sighed and stood up, setting the empty glass down. "Alright, let's go get Dark." I raised an eyebrow. Was he talking about Alec?

"Dark?" He nodded.

"Yeah. He said his name's Dark, not..." He trailed off, a faraway look in eyes.

"Not Alec?" I prompted. He shook his head, seeming to clear it.

"Mmmhmm. Anyway, let's go ahead and get outta here." I nodded and we walked back out to the living room. Death looked over to Ale- Dark. "Time to go dude, c'mon."

"Alright." Dark picked the book up and set it back on the shelf. Before we left the house I glanced at Death.

"Hey, can you just make a portal there?" He chuckled, smiling.

"Yep." He raised his hand, a portal opening in front of us. His were different from the portals some ghosts had the ability to create. We all went through, landing in the alley behind the eatery. Stepping inside we saw the others in a booth by the door. As we sat down Sam and Tucker looked at Dark.

"So you're this Alec guy," said Tucker.

"My name is Dark and yes." He gave him an odd look.

"Dark? Why Dark?" Sam rolled her eyes.

"I like it." Dark rolled his eyes at Sam's comment and looked over to Tucker.

"Why do you ask?" He shrugged.

"It just doesn't seem like it would be someone's name. It's a bit... Unusual." Sam hit Tucker's arm, muttering something about being rude. Dark shrugged.

"So are half ghosts and guys named Death. But I'm not questioning it." Death put a hand over his chest.

"Hey! I am offended!"

"I've known you for a few hours and your name is the least unusual thing about you. I don't know how you could be offended by it compared to other things." He smirked.

"Sarcasm, my dear friend. Sarcasm. Anyway, why are we all gathered here anyway? I'd say someone died, but then Reaper would be nagging me." Danny spoke up.

"Well, first to introduce Al- Dark to Sam and Tuck. We also need to talk about getting you guys into school with us." Dark sighed and Death raised his eyebrows.

"School? You've got to be kidding me." I shook my head.

"Nope. Since you two are staying for who knows how long, you need to keep up appearances. Especially considering, and no offense, but you aren't human. You aren't even halfas, and people may get suspicious." Dark looked over.

"Of what?" Danny sighed.

"Of you. Even with whatever you could use to disguise yourselves," he gestured to their red eyes. "They would assume something was up. They may be oblivious, but eventually they'd catch on."

"Then wouldn't it make sense to just stay out of sight?" Death scoffed.

"I wish. If Reaper and Stopwatch really want us here, they're probably expecting us to actually try to figure out this threat. And that requires wandering around where we can be seen." He looked at us. "Alright, when do we have to get registered or whatever?" Danny thought for a moment.

"Well we could go now." He looked at Dark who shrugged.

"I have nothing better to do." Danny and I stood up.

"Alright then," I started. "Let's head out." Dark sighed and got up too. The others followed as we left the Nasty Burger, heading towards Casper High. We walked this time, and reached it in no time. Now you may be wondering why the school was open on the weekend. Well, for some reason the office stays open. Anyway, we walked into the office, and the woman looked up at us.

"Oh hello, how can I help you?" I gestured to Dark and Death.

"These two need to register for school." She turned to Dark first.

"Name and age?" He sighed.

"Alec, and I'm 15."

"Last name please." He hesitated a moment before answering, as if contemplating something .

"Terrian." At the name Death's eyes got a faraway look once more. She gave him an odd look, before turning back to her files. After rifling through them for a while she looked back up, folder in her hands.

"Ah, here we are. Alec Terrian. Here's your schedule, and a map of the school. If there's anything else, you can ask," she turned to Death. "And you?"

"Tobias Eldridge, 16." Tobias? That's a new one.

"Of course… Just a moment." She went back to the files, returning a moment later. Handing him the folder she sat back down.

"Same as Alec, your schedule and a map." Death opened the folder, looking at a paper signed 'Reaper' in dark red ink at the bottom. Then we told the secretary goodbye, and left.

Death's POV

I sighed, sitting down with my glass of wine. It was about 1 am, but there was no way I was getting to sleep. I kept getting flashbacks, I don't know why. I thought back to the one I had gotten earlier, at the school.

Mommy, Jack, Alec, and I were watching TV, when an important label flashed on it. A man with neat black hair and red eyes appeared on the screen. I looked up at Mommy, who was watching with a strange look in her eyes.

"Mommy, who's that?" She glanced at me for a moment.

"That's y- The king honey. King Jonathan." Alec looked up.

"That's my Daddy. He's always at work. I guess this is what he does." Huh. Guess this explains why I never met Alec's Daddy. I looked up to see Mommy still looking at the screen strangely.

"Mommy, are you ok?" She looked startled for a moment before looking at me.

"Yes Kade. Just... remembering something."

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. I remembered that. All of these flashbacks were memories I had locked away. I didn't need the reminders. My Anima Sucus didn't seem to be working that well. It was supposed to block my unwanted memories, prevent my nightmares. But they were breaking through.

Sighing I finished my glass and laid down, hoping my sleep would go smoothly tonight. It wasn't long before I fell unconscious.

That morning I woke up from a very fitful sleep with a headache. Sitting up I sighed, today was gonna be just great. I got out of bed and went down the hall to go get some breakfast, but what I saw was odd. Dark was curled up on the couch, blanket covering him, asleep. There was a book on the table in front of him, closed. I walked over, curious, and picked it up. A note was taped to the back, with 'Kade' written on it. Sighing I opened it.

It was a note from Clockwork, telling me to look through this? And to remind Dark to take his pills, not get rid of them. Of course. I opened the book to find a page marked, and decided to look at that first. What I saw was not what I was expecting.

It was some sort of creature, but I had no idea what. It was distorted and mutilated, obviously not alive. One of its legs seemed shorter than the other, giving it the appearance of being lopsided. The skin was rotted, gray, and peeling, bones showing. It only had one full arm, the other was only half an arm. Several ribs were sticking out of its chest, and the skin covering it's stomach was gone, ripped to shreds. Through it you could see organs hanging out, bloodied and torn. Its face was worse. It had no eyes, simply empty sockets. What's worse was that they were sewn shut with tight, uneven strings. Blood ran from them, running down it's face. It had a few small strands of hair remaining on its head. Its smile, that creepy grin, was its most defining feature. It stretched from ear to ear, literally. In the skin were a few small threads, implying that the mouth too, had once been sewn shut. Now it stretched wide and was unnaturally upturned. Broken and bloodied teeth were shown through the gap in its torn lips. (Tetra - Btw, this was from my twisted imagination, thank you very much. ^_^)

I flipped through the pages, seeing more creatures of similar nature. Missing limbs, broken bones, weapons sticking through them. I'll admit they looked kind of cool, but what bothered me was one thing. They were all drawings. Very realistic drawings. I glanced at Dark. Was this another reason he couldn't sleep well? These things?

Suddenly Dark sat up with a yelp holding his arm and breathing hard. What was wrong with his arm? He looked around the room with fear in his eyes. He looked at me and let his head fall and sighed. After a moment he looked back up and stared at the book in my hands.

"What are you doing with that?" I set it back down.

"Er… Reading?" He glared at me.

"There aren't many words in there. Why did you have it?" I sighed.

"I was curious. And according to Stopwatch, I was supposed to see it." He got up and picked it up, then walked to his room. Curious, I followed him. He started to close the door behind him, but I stopped it with my hand, walking in. "Hey, what's wrong?" He dropped the book down on the bed and before it landed it disappeared in a flurry of black diamonds. He turned around and glared at me.

"Nothing, I just like my privacy."

"Sorry. But uh, they're really good drawings. Were they…" I trailed off. I couldn't just outright ask if he had to deal with those things when he slept. It'd be like someone asking about my nightmares. At least, it could be. I rephrased. "Do they have anything to do with your insomnia?" He shrugged and sat down on the bed, still rubbing his arm.

"Kind of." I tilted my head.

"What happened to your arm?" He stopped and looked down, his hair covering his face. I could sense his emotions, fear and a bit of anger.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." I crossed my arms.

"Uh huh. You obviously don't know this yet, but I can tell when you're lying." He looked over with a look of annoyance in his eyes.

"Nice to know, but it's still something that you don't need to worry about." I sighed and nodded.

"Alright… You know, you should be taking your pills."

"Well I was going to try them but….." He trailed off and looked over to the corner of the room with an odd look and pulled his legs up and against his chest. I looked, but I didn't see anything.

"What is it?" He shook his head and looked back to me.

"Nothing."

"You sure?" It sure didn't seem like it. He was scared, and seemed disturbed. He looked back over, got up, and walked back to the living room. Confused, I looked back at the corner. The air seemed... Shimmery. Something was there. Concentrating on my abilities, I narrowed my eyes. The thing finally appeared, and I gasped. It was the creature I had seen in the book, that first one. Its crooked grin taunted me as I left the room. I quickly entered the living room.

"What the hell was that?!" Dark looked up from his spot on the couch with a look of confusion.

"You could see it?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Was I not supposed to be able to?"

"No. They're hallucinations. Or at least I think they are." Hallucinations? He has hallucinations? So those drawings... That thing... I sat down, looking at him.

"That's what those drawings are." Upon realizing what he had just said he looked down and nodded.

"Yeah. Most of them at least." I looked down.

"That's horrible." I paused for a moment. "But how did I see it then?" He looked up.

"I don't know. No one else can, and they should be hallucinations. That's what everyone else has told me." Hm. Well I don't think I have hallucinations. Unless you count... But that's irrelevant. Maybe...

"Well as the reaper's apprentice I can see spirits of the dead," and I have a bunch of other side effects. Joy. "And I was concentrating on that ability. Maybe they're close enough to spirits to count?" His eyes widened with a bit of fear.

"You're saying that those, those things aren't some messed up thing that my mind made up and are really there?" I shook my head immediately.

"No, no. If it were, I wouldn't have had to try. It would be extremely easy to see, hell Danny and Luna would've been able to see it. At least, it's not physically there. Whether it actually is a spirit I'm not entirely sure." He nodded with a small look of relief.

"Alright."

"How often do you see them?" He shrugged.

"Every now and then I guess." That sucks. To see those things all the time? I shuddered. I mean, they just kind of… disturb me. Which is pretty hard to do. I shook my head, clearing it.

"That sucks."

"I guess, but after such a long time it becomes a normal thing." I guess it would. I sighed, about to get up, when my phone rang, Behind Blue Eyes by Limp Bizkit playing. "Hey Danny," I answered.

"Hey Death. We were gonna meet at the park, do some scouting. Try to figure out what this threat is. Coming?" I glanced at Dark.

"They want to meet at the park," I said, holding the phone down. He shrugged.

"I'm fine with it." I brought the phone back to my ear.

"Alright, we'll be there. Five minutes tops."

"Alright. See you soon." The line went dead, and I put my phone in my pocket.

"Ok then, let's head out. You alright?" He nodded.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. You?" I shrugged.

"I deal with corpses every other day. I'm good." He nodded and got up. Then we left, heading towards the park.

3rd Person POV

Deep within the Ghost Zone, a strange portal appeared, and a figure emerged. He had blood red eyes and sandy brown hair, quite normal for someone of his kind. His outfit wasn't much either, just a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He gave an evil grin, glancing around.

"So this is where that little nuisance has been. Well, I guess I should visit him…" He looked around, noticing a strange tower, gears floating around it. Curious, the man walked forwards, and into the tower. It was full of viewing screens, though of course the man did not know what they were for. Instead he focused on other things.

Walking forward he saw a shelf, containing two small objects. An old, beat up, Fenton Thermos, and what appeared to be a statue, encased in blue energy. He lifted an eyebrow.

"Well what do we have here? A thermos in a place like this? Odd." He walked closer, noticing the imprint of a face in the metal canister, and examined the figure of the statue. The figure was a woman, short, spiky hair and ripped clothing. There was a wicked smirk on her face. He gave her a curious look then looked back to the thermos before picking it up and tapping it against the statue.

"Hello in there! I would like to speak with you!" Suddenly, a voice echoed from the thermos the same time a voice was heard in his mind.

"What do you want?!" He almost dropped the thermos but caught it, before giving it a curious look, formulating a plan, and smiling.

"Help! I would like you and your friend there's help!" There was a pause.

"Friend?" Echoed the thermos voice.

I have no friends. Said the voice in his mind. The odd, overly happy, man gasped dramatically looking between the talking thermos and telepathic statue.

"What?! No friends? No. That won't do. That won't do at all. I shall fix this. You two shall become friends!" There was a snort from both voices.

"Two? That idiot wouldn't dare put two of us here. I am more than he can handle." There was silence from the other voice for a moment, before it spoke, obviously echoing for both the man and the thermos voice to hear.

Yet I can hear another voice… Who are you? Both of you? The overly happy man responded first.

"Oh! Me first! My name is Cain and I come from a different dimension. I'm looking for some people and I've decided your help as well. Mr. Talking Thermos! It's your turn!"

"Your sanity is not intact… is it? ….. I like that. I, am Dan Phantom." The reaction was instantaneous.

You! You son of a bitch. Let me out, I dare you. I'll put him through hell, he'll wish he was in oblivion! The odd man put his hands on his hips, Dan still in his hand, and responded in a suddenly serious tone much like that of an angry mother scolding her children.

"I'm sorry but that attitude isn't going to work! If you two want to get out you'll have to forget about whatever it was that pissed you off! I won't helping you out unless you can help me and each other! Understood?" The two ignored him however, as Dan spoke up.

"Me? And what have I done? I don't even KNOW you." The voice spoke with growl, her voice laced with anger.

Eclipse is my name, though of course you wouldn't recognize it. I was once Luna, Luna Spirit. You turned me into this. You killed my friend, and my human half.

"Your friend? I have killed many, but I don't recall who…." And suddenly it hit him. The girl he had met that first day, when he cast away his weak human half. He almost laughed, realizing something. "Ah… I remember now. Sorry to disappoint, but it seems you don't realize something. I AM your friend. Weak Danny Fenton… Hard to believe, isn't it." Eclipse was silent for a moment.

You were… this whole time…. Her voice faded for a moment, before coming back, her anger returning. That doesn't matter now. I was weak then. Now, my weakness is gone. But I swore my vengeance on you, and I will get it. Cain decided to intervene.

"Ummm, helloooo? I still exist and neither of you are doing anything unless you agree to my requirements and I let you out. So ha!" Suddenly the two angered voices were directed towards him as they spoke in unison.

"Quiet human!" Cain once again almost dropped the thermos but somehow managed to gracefully catch it without releasing the homicidal, angry, maniacal ghost that was imprisoned within its metallic walls.

"Do you two want to get out or not?!" He glared at the thermos and statue. To anyone who didn't know the true identities of the seemingly inanimate objects it would look like he was some crazy man yelling at a thermos and a statue, though of course, he already was crazy.

… Why should we agree? I simply wish to exterminate him. And whatever your plans are, they won't work. Why should we work with such a puny creature? Said creature gasped and dramatically put his free hand over his heart.

"You think I'm just some puny human? I am glad to inform you that I am no such creature. How in this dimension you could mistake me for such useless filth is beyond me. Then again, one of you is in a thermos and I don't know if statue woman can see me." Dan snorted.

"Oh really? Than what are you?"

"Demon you miserable ghost. So are you going to help me or not?" It was quiet as the two contemplated their situation. Demons were quite rare, and were known to be quite powerful. Of course, Cain was not exactly that kind of demon, but they didn't know that.

Eclipse knew that to enact her revenge, she needed to get out. And of course, killing humans was always a fun past time afterwards. She pondered faking a truce, to escape, and obliterating both Dan and Cain once she had the chance.

Dan was thinking along the same lines. He normally wouldn't work with anyone, they just get in the way, but this looked promising. He would finally be free to enact his revenge on the halfa that put him here, his younger self, Danny Phantom. The two ghosts finally spoke up, voices in sync.

"Alright, we're in."

Meanwhile, in the shadows, unnoticed by the three, floated a purple cloaked ghost. His eyes downcast, he knew this had to happen in order for the future to remain intact. He turned away as he heard the murderous ghost's reply, teleporting silently away…

So, what d'ya think? Actual plot development is happening! Oh, and Cain isn't my character. He's Piper's. And sorry if it seems like the story is focusing a lot on Dark and Death, but in all fairness you guys don't know that much about them. Though you will in time... *smirk* Anyway, tell us what you think, review! Fav, follow, heck PM me with any questions/concerns or if you want to talk about random stuff cuz I'm awesome like that. (Piper doesn't really use her PMing, so you probably won't get a response from her)

Trivia Time!

*drum roll* How does Clockwork view the parade? (You guys are awesome if you put the quote word for word, even better if you don't have to look it up)

Peace,

Tetra & Piper