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"Now, Daniel, don't tell me you weren't expecting a surprise visit?" Vlad teased with a cocky grin. His hands were hidden in his cape behind his back as he floated. "What kind of mayor would I be if I didn't check in with my favorite citizens?"

Danny was surprised to see Masters in his ghost form, Vlad Plasmius. Typically, it would be one of his goons greeting the boy, which made this dangerous. The ghost boy stared at the vampiric form of Vlad, his white cape fluttering in the air, showing the red interior as the man dusted his white outfit with black gloves, boots, belt, and collar. His blue face seemed arrogantly calm as red eyes stared with unchallenged confidence.

Vlad never saw Danny as an equal in raw power, intelligence, or combat. Not that the boy was at his level.

"Then as a concerned citizen, let me 'explain' about a pest problem I'm having," Danny seethed with glowing eyes.

Vlad laughed, combing his horn-styled black hair with one hand as the other inspected his goatee.

"A pest you say, hmmm..." the man kept grooming himself, making it aware how little he was intimidated. "Well now, I hear those can be avoid if one takes proper care of their things. Have you been neglecting yourself, Daniel? It's not a good idea to skip meals or forget your homework."

Danny retorted with a massive display of ecto-energy blasted into the vampiric halfa. It did have enough power to knock Vlad through a few buildings, much to the ghost boy's pleasure, bringing the fight elsewhere.

"That's why I get to blasting said pest away, after all politicians smell worse than anything else in this town." The ghost boy smiled, charging up for another attack. He fired another ectoplasmic beam at the man, but it was swatted away like a fly. The boy glared as the man turned his full attention to him.

"Now see here, Daniel. If I wanted to fight, I've have done so already."

"Then I'll ask again, why are you here, Plasmius?"

Vlad floated down onto the roof of Fenton Works. The ghost boy followed cautiously as he focused on the man. While it pained the boy greatly, Danny knew Plasmius was speaking the truth. The boy knew the man more than he'd admit.

"Let me guess, Amélie," Danny said.

"Well now, looks like you haven't been neglecting your brain," Vlad teased with a fangy grin. He looked down, almost as if he was staring into the house. "You see, Amélie's father and I have some history, and when I heard his daughter was part taking in this foreign exchange program, I just had to talk to him. So instead of Canada, she came here."

"Who is her father? And why do you know him?" Danny asked, leaning closer.

Vlad's arrogance disappeared as he looked back at the ghost boy. He honestly looked stupefied, much to the boy's corresponding confusion.

"You mean to say you've never asked about her father?! Daniel, you've been talking to this girl for a while now! How can you not know!?"

Danny opened his mouth but said nothing, realizing how many opportunities he had to ask the girl. He slapped his face as Vlad shook his head. The man floated up as he grabbed his cape.

"Well now, seems if you want answers, I suggest asking Ms. Lemieux about her life back in Paris. But for now, I'll have to postpone the rest of this visit for later." Vlad grinned confidently as he wrapped the cape around him, vanishing in a cloud of pink mist.

Danny groaned into the air, calming himself down. Anytime Vlad came, it'd be an exchange of quips, not a playful brawl. Playful. That was a word angering the ghost boy, who still wasn't on par with Plasmius in strength or skill.

"I take it the next time we meet will be sooner than expected," Danny snarked as he flew back. But as he soared through the air, a note kept repeating in his mind.

Amélie was the hot French foreign exchange student with large breasts as far as the ghost boy knew. That last detail made her the talk of the school, much to the chagrin of some of the girls.

"I really hope nothing bad comes from this," Danny groaned, getting back to his house and studies. He'd have to deal with Vlad later, hopefully at a time of the boy's choosing.

Danny came back, but now he was staring at Amélie. The French girl was busy with her book, using it as a cover against her chest, which rested on the table. He noticed Tucker rubbing his arms as he glared at Jazz and Sam. Putting two and two together, the ghost boy chuckled, but he was more concerned about who the exchange student was as a person. And there was only one way to do that.

Now all he had to do was not screw up.

"Hey, Amélie," Danny said, breaking the silence. The French girl broke her gaze on her book and looked at the boy. "I just realized, but I never asked, what was life back in Paris?"

Amélie stopped, looking at the boy with a new level of respect. Out of all her time here, none of the boys ever asked about her home. Well, not in the way Danny asked. It was mainly just asking for a comparison between the city and Amity Park or seeing if the girl would stay here instead. She smiled as she put down her book.

"Où est-ce que je commence? Paree is fantastique, with all its culture and history! I love to sometimes walk around and sit in the parks, looking at the Eiffel Tower! There's this incredible bistro, La Ratatouille, that serves the best cuisine in all of France! And you should see all the architecture laying around!" Amélie paused, having stars in her eyes as she recalled home.

Judging by how she was describing her home country, Danny began to wonder if the pretty French girl might have felt homesick from time to time in her stay in the US. However, before he could ask, someone else spoke up.

"I'm sure the boys back home hound you just the same," Sam snarked, earning an elbow from Jazz. "Ow! I'm just saying!"

"No, no," Amélie said, waving a hand. "Ze boys do hound me, but that's a story I don't want to talk about." The girl got up, glaring Sam right in the eye. "And I ask you don't talk about things you don't understand."

"Oh, please. Don't give that," Sam said, ignoring the looks she was getting from her friends. "You're the girl that likes to flaunt around her looks. Just look at your costume."

"Oui, look at it," Amélie retorted, laying her arms. "I think you find something is not as you think."

Sam looked closer at Amélie's dress, noticing it wasn't a regular low cut but had skin-colored straps covering her shoulders and holding up the dress, and probably extended to her back. The goth girl blinked, studying it again to notice some makeup, blending the fabric with skin.

"You...that costume is..."

"Oui." Amélie's voice was blunt. "I know I look good, but I'm not gonna wear something like this without...how you, reason."

Danny and Tucker blinked in disbelief. The latter was a bit heartbroken; the dress wasn't as it appeared. The ghost boy was partially impressed, considering that he mainly had been surprised the girl wore the costume around two guys in the first place.

Sam stared in shock as Jazz smirked.

"You know, if you got to know Amélie better, you'd understand things too," Jazz whispered into the goth's ear.

"I am not stupid. I know I look good, and I do dress in a way that shows it, but I know limits," Amélie added, sitting back down. She adjusted her chest to rest on the table and returned to her books.

Sam followed shortly, not noticing the smirk on everyone else's faces.

Danny felt a new sense of respect for the French girl. He still wondered about her father but knew how was not the time to ask. He'd have to save that question for another day.

Halloween night came, and teenagers were filling the streets as they made their way to the Amity Country Club, where Paulina had her wealthy father rent out the entire place for her party. It was a place in the hills on the outskirts of the town. This gave a sense of privacy, or more importantly, a place to celebrate as loud as teens wanted.

A DJ was at a booth, blasting music as loud as possible as everybody danced to the techno/dubstep beats accompanied by Halloween lights. Everyone was in costume, from creatures to monsters and even a few Danny Phantoms.

The place was lit.

Many parted as Amélie walked around in a classic pink princess costume with golden plastic crown and white opera gloves. Many nerds and jocks whined, disappointed they were obviously wrong about whether they'd have correctly guessed her costume choice. Though the chest piece of the dress had been altered, revealing the French girl's ample cleavage.

But despite the usual attention, the French girl giggled, loving her costume as she walked like a model, greeting everyone as she went by holding a fan, covering herself whenever she bowed like royalty. Every boy melted as some girls shrugged, not wanting to deal with the girl and her two boy magnets.

Tonight was a time to party before the ghosts appeared. Not realizing most of them were in town, far away.

From the stage, behind the curtain, Star watched as everyone stared at the princess. She glanced at her costume, a swan costume tailored to look more like a ballerina outfit, wondering if she shouldn't have asked Paulina what she should wear.

The blonde girl groaned, knowing the more popular girl wouldn't allow her to pick her own costume without her consent. It was tough being friends with the popular kids sometimes.

"I really wanted to go as a cheerleader," Star whined quietly.

"You already are a cheerleader!" Paulina reminded the girl, zipping up her boots. "Now come on! I need you to make sure everything is perfect!"

Star went from her peeking to look over Paulina's costume, another "perk" of being her friend. She gave a weird look while glancing over everything. Despite the party starting, it seemed the costume was barely complete, much to the girl's frustration. She had even special ordered the suit, begging her father for something special for the party, not that she had to.

"Don't you think this is too much? I mean, I know you want Danny Phantom here, but I think even he might be a little freaked out by it."

The Latina gave her friend a glare, making her step back. Tightening her top, the girl started putting on her accessories, staring at her friend with a deadpan look.

"Well?" Star tilted her head in confusion. "Don't just stand there, help me out! The sooner I'm done, the sooner you can go to the party!"

Star rolled her eyes but gave in. The sooner she was done, the sooner she could party.

While the two girls were busy dealing with costume issues. The party continued as more teens were having the time of their young lives, especially the other A-listers. Pretty soon, a confident blonde-headed jock started to try and put the moves on the French princess. He wore gladiator armor with no helmet or sleeves, showing off his muscles as he leaned on the girl, who already guessed who was hitting on her.

"So, Amelee, wanna go out with a real champ?" Dash asked while flexing his muscles. He stood up straight, hooked both arms upwards, and tensed his body.

"It's Amélie, and no. I've told you before, no." Amélie pointed with an angry finger and matching face.

"What!?" Dash dropped his cocky attitude. "What? I'm the most eli...eli...I'm the best guy in town!"

"You bully all the students," Amélie replied, rolling her eyes at the apparent reason. "I do not like imbécile like you."

With his minimal, or more bluntly put, sub-standard, intelligence, the jock paused as he tried to comprehend what was just said to him. The French girl left, wanting nothing to do with the boy all the while.

It took a good few minutes until the dim-headed blond quarterback realized that the hot French girl's tone had been insulting and criticizing one. Which did upset him enough to let out a single punch, not caring who or what was in that direction, to let out a bit of his rage.

Unfortunately, the blonde jock's punch managed to break off the ice sculptured pumpkin-head next to the punch bowl. Said pumpkin-head was flying off and hit a random nerd, not that he would care.

With a tap on his shoulder, Dash turned to see his friend Dale in a vampire hunter costume. The African-American boy crossed his arms in confidence, posing to look cooler.

"What do you want, Dale?" Dash snapped.

"Dash, don't worry," Dale smiled wickedly as he brought out something from his pocket. "Remember? We were also messing with the nerds." He put the item back in his pocket. "All we need is to make her think you're a nice guy, and presto, you got a date."

"That's awesome!" Dash paused, removing his brief smile as he glared. "Hey? Why are you helping me?"

"Simple, you get a date with Amélie, and when she dumps you, I get a chance to ask her out, since I'll be 'helping' you."

"Ok, fine!" Dash groaned, not liking the dumping part. "Just make sure the nerds are blamed."

"Obviously."

The jocks bumped fists as they put their plan into action. They just needed a distraction, which came as the light went out and focused on the stage.

"Everybody, welcome to the party!" Paulina shouted over the speakers. Everyone cheered as the stage curtain opened to reveal the girl.

Paulina came out in a black and white schemed feathered one-piece costume that looked like it belonged in the Brazillian Carnaval parade. With streams of beads forming a makeshift cape that covered her body and golden crown. It was hard to tell if that was real, but nobody cared as they studied the costume.

"Wow...and here I thought Paulina couldn't get any more shallow," Sam said through her binoculars.

"Tell that to anyone who cares," Tucker griped, touching the torn-up muscles on his suit. "Aw, man, I really liked this too. I even saved up for it!"

Sam gave her friend a pat on the back with a concerned face. She put away the binoculars and did a damage assessment, seeing the ripped muscles sliced.

"Every year, the jocks always like to pick a few guys just to mess with. You'd think they'd be too distracted by Amélie to use scissors on a guy."

Sam patted her friend on the back, knowing he looked forward to this more than her. The only reason she was here was because of her friends.

"So, you see Danny?" Tucker asked, getting over his costume.

"Naw, I think he's still out on patrol. You know how ghost like to have fun. Though remind me again why we're not helping?" Sam went back to her binoculars.

"Cause he asked us to. Plus, he's not the only ghost Hunter in town. I hear his folks are doing better than last year, and Valerie is still out there too, I think."

Sam nodded, happy coming here was not adding any burden to Danny. The ghost boy had enough troubles, as it were. But her thoughts were stopped as she stared in shock. The goth saw one of the jocks in a frat boy costume crouching under everyone's line of vision. This was suspicious, but what was more concerning was that he was walking up to Amélie's back with a pair of scissors. With Paulina commanding everyone's attention, it was apparent the jock was going to...well, Sam already had a guess what was going on. And so did Tucker, who was scared when he looked in the same direction. The geek now partially regretted his behavior with Amélie yesterday.

And with Danny out on ghost patrol, there was no way he'd be able to help them on his busiest night.

"Ok, I don't like Amélie, but I would never do anything like that," Sam commented.

"Me too," Tucker added. He started pushing through the crowd as he walked over. "Come on, we gotta stop him."

Sam nodded as she pushed through the crowd as they went over to stop the idiotic errand boy. No one noticed how they were making a small scene as people snark or snapped at them. Dash and Dale saw them making their way. Dash snarled as he jabbed at a couple of nearby jocks and pointed at the duo.

"Those dweebs are up to something. Stop them."

The boys didn't know what was happening, but they didn't care. For once, it was the standard high school hierarchy of the jocks pushing around the losers. And that was all they needed to know for motivation.

As they pushed past the crowd, Dash and Dale took a deep breath in relief as they walked in another direction. But they didn't notice a boy in a knight costume staring at them.

Sam and Tucker were nearing Amélie when the latter was gripped away by a jock in a grim reaper costume.

"Sam, help!" Tucker cried out as he was pulled away.

"I'm a little busy at the moment!" She said as the goth girl dealt with another jock dressed as a football player. If Sam wasn't more concerned about Amélie, she'd have commented how pathetic that seems.

With Sam and Tucker preoccupied, the frat boy walked closer to Amélie, eyeing the girl's dress, specifically its hem.

Things seemed downhill, but a hand grabbed at the shoulders of the grim reaper and football player, pulling them away from the goth and geek.

"Dude! what are you doing!?" The jock snapped.

"Stopping you," the knight replied. He towered over the jock, making him cower. "I like the way Amélie looks too, but you're going too far!"

"Then blame, Dash!" The grim reaper yelled back.

With the jocks preoccupied with the knight, Sam and Tucker went back to stopping the frat boy. They resumed pushing past the crowd, this time with more fervor in an attempt to cut the boy off.

"Who was that guy?" Tucker asked.

"Doesn't matter! Keep pushing!" Sam said, pushing through a dancing couple.

The frat boy reached the back of Amélie, who was staring at Paulina, still giving a show. He crouched down, quietly grabbing the bottom hem of the girl's dress. He snipped the scissors in anticipation as he brought the sharp object near.

The boy's hand was stomped mid-air as Amélie looked to see the boy being held down by Sam's boot. She looked to the boy, still holding the scissors under the boot and the other on her dress, putting two and two together.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" Amélie asked coldly.

Before the boy answered, Sam stomped her foot again, knocking the scissors out of his hand. The boy winced as he wrenched his hand back, rubbing it from the pain. He glared at the goth girl, but her little stunt just brought some attention to himself. Everyone started at the scene. The boy ran like a bat out of hell, going into hiding within the costumed crowd.

"Ok, what the heck is going on?!" Paulina cried out, waltzing through the crowd. She glanced at Amélie before rolling her eyes, then glanced at Sam. "You, what happened!?"

"It was him! He tried to cut off part of Amélie's dress," Sam replied, pointing between the French princess and the runaway frat boy.

Paulina narrowed her eyes to the crowd. Having disdain for the unpopular kids meant she could eye an A-Lister a mile away, especially a jock. The clique was rarely seen away from the cheer squad out of practice.

The girl eyes security, pointing to the frat boy, who was being pushed over by the knight.

"Dude, you're one of us! What the heck are you doing?!" The frat boy cried, trying to get out of the other's grip. He succeeded, only for the bouncers to get him and drag him over to Paulina, where they dropped him at her feet.

"Just what were you thinking, crashing my party!?" Paulina yelled. She leaned down at the boy.

"N-nothing...just a little...Halloween fun..."

"You know what, I don't care! Leave!" Paulina snapped, pointing towards the exit.

At first, the boy thought it a joke and laughed it off, only to stop when security escorted him out. Paulina looked around with narrow eyes, practically asking who wanted to be next. Smiling as everyone dispersed, the Latina girl walked away with a smug smile as Star followed behind, glancing in Amélie's direction in concern.

Amélie, having sneaked away shortly before the jock was escorted, walked out of the crowded scene, managing to find a quiet space for herself. Inspecting her costume, she was glad to see nothing was torn or cut but sighed at what almost happened. If Sam hadn't shown up, would she have noticed in time?

The sound of crushed grass snapped her out of her thoughts, alerting the girl of company. She turned, surprised to see the zombie Sam making her way over with a face that was not full of contempt or similar emotions. The french girl tuned her out, believing her to leave after a moment, but then the strangest thing happened.

"Listen, I know we're not friends, but are you alright?" Sam asked.

Amélie blinked, looking back at the goth girl. The usual surly attitude was replaced with genuine concern, much to the French girl's confusion.

"I am, but why do you ask?" Amélie asked, slightly confused. "I had thought that you did not want to associate with me."

"Yeah, I don't like you, but I'm not gonna sit back and watch someone cut the back of your dress." Sam's voice was sincere as she took a seat beside the princess. "I'd never let that happen to anyone."

That was a shocker, making Amélie smile a little. She never saw the other girls act like this and was sure the goth would never help her. Feeling a sense of companionship, if only slightly, the girl sighed as she decided to share something.

"You know, I have tried to stop it, the bullies," Amélie said. She turned with a sincere face. "And the teachers said that they would look into it, but nothing has been done." The girl sighed as she turned away. "And when I tried talking to the teacher again, they said they are busy and still looking into it. Some even said to me that I should just enjoy my stay and not worry."

Sam dropped her jaw after hearing the events. She cringed, now feeling the pangs of guilt hit her. For all this time, she thought of the French girl as another pretty face, or for the boy's case, chest, that was as shallow as a puddle.

"It seems that despite my popularity, I'm still a visitor. When I leave, so will the good I have done." Amélie turned back to Sam, tears swelling in her eyes. "And how will that help anyone?"

"...I never thought of it like that," Sam said softly.

"Oui, it seems at best I can do is complain, but in order for real change to happen, someone who lives here will have to take matters into there own hands."

Amélie sighed, taking a breather as she sat down. The stars seemed beautiful as the music played in the background. The girl wondered about her time here, now thinking how powerless she was. This lasted a long minute before she felt someone sit next to her. She turned to see Sam, with a somber face, staring at her.

"I'm sorry your dress would have been cut in half. I didn't think anyone would do such a thing," Sam remarked.

"Thank you," Amélie said, smiling. She took her crown off, rubbing it with her thumb. "And do not worry, it is just a costume. As for the jerks...they are jerks, and I have been well onto their games for years."

"And I thought the saying was boys will be boys," the goth snarked.

"No, if zhat were true, then every boy would try what shot boy did." Amélie smiled sincerely. "One thing I've learned not all boys are ze same. A lot can be nice, even if they do stare at my chest." Her smile disappeared, replaced with a scowl. "It's just the saluad that do this."

Sam was quiet, soaking in everything she had heard. The goth girl sighed in sorrow, knowing now that Amélie could be just as much a victim as anyone.

"You know, maybe you're aren't the predictable French exchange student stereotyped that I thought you were," Sam said, trying to make it sound nicer.

"And maybe you are not the, how you say, sourpuss that sometimes behaves around me," Amélie said as the goth took that as a fair comeback on her.

Soon after, the girls went back to the party, where they saw Tucker with a familiar face. One of them was glad to see him, while the other had a questioning look on her face. The two walked over as they chatted with the ghost boy, who had arrived moments ago.

"Wow...and here I thought no one would do something like that," Danny groaned. "Wish I could've been here to stop it."

"And where have you been?" Amélie asked.

Danny gave a nervous smile, internally groaning as he recalled all the ghosts he had to fight. But it was the last one that took the most out of him.

Hours ago, the ghost boy was in a duel with the most powerful ghost of the night.

"Foolish child! You dare to interfere with MY NIGHT!? WITH THE FRIGHT KNIGHT!?" The ghostly knight screamed from atop his bat-winged horse, Nightmare. He swung his sword, the Soul Shredder, flinging spinning daggers at the ghost boy.

Danny maneuvered through the air as he blasted most of the blades with ecto-beams. Out of all the ghosts tonight, this was the one he had been on the lookout for the entire time.

The proclaimed Spirit of Halloween, the Fright Knight, was a ghost he could barely handle alone. He wondered why he was facing this knight husked right now.

"Next time I tell Sam and Tucker they can go to the party without me, on Halloween, I think I'll just hit myself unconscious," Danny snarked, glowing his fists as he charged at the Fright Knight.

The two flew towards each full speed as the ghosty fought for his life against the might of the Fright Knight. He was fortunate enough to survive, but the knight got away before he could capture him.

"Well...let's just say I was dealing with a...big fan of Halloween," Danny remarked.

Amélie gave a confused glance at the ghost boy. "Pardon moi, but what do you mean?" She asked.

"It's nothing." The ghost boy waved his hand in nonchalance. He pointed at the girl. "Nice costume by the way, it looks more...you."

"Thanks," Amélie said with a smile. She twirled around for a moment, glancing at the ghost boy. "You know, you might make a good astronaut one day. But I think you may want to get your suit fitted," she teased.

"Thanks," Danny chuckled. He glanced at the girl, giving her a smile. "You know, I almost thought you were a real princess for a moment."

"Je sais, it is the dress—"

"No, not that." Danny pointed to her face. "Your smile. You actually looked like a princess, smiling without a care in the world."

Amélie stared at Danny, feeling a tingle run down her body. Her face flushed, staring at the boy with a twinkle in her eye.

"Th-Thank You Danny, but I'm afraid I've had my fill of Halloween partying for now and would properly leave soon," Amélie said in a bittersweet tone.

Danny was sad to hear that, but he understood after hearing the events from Tucker. He even offered to walk her home.

Amélie thought about it for a moment but turned down his kind offer this time. Since she wanted to be alone after what almost happened to her a few moments ago

As the ghost boy and his friends walked away, Amélie stared with a slight blush on her face. For a moment, the girl smiled warmly before being reminded by the chilly wind that she needed to get back home. As she left, the girl pondered on what she had just felt.

And Sam is learning her lesson about beauty, which is good cause I've been tired of her attitude. While we all want to be beautiful, in the sense of our individual perspective, the saying goes: the grass looks greener on the other side. And despite Danny's ghostly business, nothing terrible happened, and he's created a spark. And I bet everyone is waiting for it to go aflame.

Special Thanks! to Jay The Average Fanboy for all his help!

Reviews:

RonaldM40196867: Sam is gonna change now. I thought Jessica Rabbit would be a nice touch. Hopefully, it wasn't too much. Vlad is more involved than you think and has a good reason for spying. Never surprising for Paulina to want Danny Phantom's attention. As you can see, Amélie is aware, in a sense, though she doesn't think ill of Paulina. She has an idea of the jocks. Magic powers?...not really. Paulina's feelings feel like an average fan girl's feelings. She just has the influence to act on it more.

Invader Johnny: It took a turn for the worse because of Dash and Dale. And they are not done yet. Though no lines are being crossed for a while.

Jebest4781: Thanks!

danifan3000: That's psychology at work. Paulina is a girl who barely pays attention to those lower on the social totem pole. Danny Fenton is a loser in her eyes that hasn't done anything of notice, but Danny Phantom is the town hero everyone looks at. It's all about the picture in her mind.

pokemon fan 1991: Fright Knight appeared, but he wasn't the big danger this time. I wanted to focus on Sam and Tucker for a bit. Thanks!

Luis4200: Glad to see I made a convincing...I wanna argument but we weren't debating. I think.

Guest 1: I'm still thinking on that.

Guest 2: Hope this was to your liking.

qazse: That will be in the future, multiple times if I can, but not today.

Khy Dragon(Guest): Thanks! That means a lot.