I's is dedicatin' dis one to my buddy-ol'-pal WhatNooooI'mNotACONTRACTOR

Yes, you are in there, dead-head, as am I! XP

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Danny Phantom dove into a darkened alleyway, glancing at his seemingly empty surroundings before making the white transformation rings appear at his midsection and sliding over his slender form. In the hero's place stood an average boy, of about fourteen or fifteen, with shaggy black hair, and shimmering blue eyes. The teen looked around several times before letting go a sigh of relief and darting out of the alley, towards his somewhat-freakish home.

In the very same alley, two figures were watching the whole scene. One was a lanky figure in his late teens, dark hair and black hood concealing his face in the shadows. He was clad in a black, baggy hoddie and dark jeans. On his feet he wore black boots that were spiked on the bottom. His attire made him appear like a somewhat-average, gothic teenager. His face, however, wore the calm, patient expression that was far beyond his years. He was deathly pale, but it suited him well.

Clinging to his hand, was a small girl, she appeared to be no more than six or seven. Blood-red locks fell to her thin waist in tangled ringlets. She was also very pale, with dark circles framing her piercing red gaze. She was clad in a black dress that complimented her thin frame, a red ribbon wrapped around her waist. On her feet were simple black ballet shoes. She looked up at the solemn teenager who was watching the spot where the boy had left. The small girl apparently didn't like it, she tugged on the hand she held, whining. The boy chuckled and looked down at the girl.

"Patience is a virtue, young kitten." He told her wisely, turning back to the spot he stared at before. The girl pouted and wrinkled her nose.

"Why not now? He is very unsuspecting!" She whined. The boy sighed while shaking his head.

"You have very much to learn, and you will listen to me. Do you understand?" The girl nodded, suddenly finding her shoes interesting. She sniffed and the boy sighed again.

"Not yet, young one, we shall strike when the time is right. And now is not the time. I am not angry with you, my child. You must learn patience, though." He squeezed her hand in a reassuring way. "I have never steered you wrong before, Kitten, and I do not plan on starting anytime soon." He noticed that the girl still looked solemn and he rolled his eyes. He'd hoped on being able to observe the hybrid more. But, it was a job for another day, he supposed, they did have all eternity... quite literally. Perhaps it was time that he gave his little fledgling a break from the serious buisiness of his current occupation. "How would you like to go out for a bite, hmm? You must thirst by now, my kitten." He told her, in hopes of cheering her up. No one likes an upset fledgling, they don't listen as well. Sure enough, the child smiled, finally meeting his eyes again. She grabbed him by the waist in her small arms and buried her face in his abdomen.

"Thank you, my master. I am. I am ravenous. Can we go somewhere other than a bar, though? Drunk humans do not taste as good as regular ones..." The boy chuckled and placed an arm around her shoulder.

"Ah, I suppose we can treat ourselves tonight. Run along, and I will catch up." The older boy shooed the child away. The girl ran quickly away, no doubt in search of a tasty meal in an unsuspecting victim. The teenager's expression sobered when the child was out of sight. The girl had plenty of energy, but she had much to learn. She was a mere seedling in the Vampiric Coucil's eyes. She was quite talented, though. Which is why he had taken her on as his fledgling, because she had shown potential that was worth keeping. Her young age was a bonus, as the children in her age group tended to be more obedient.

The young man shook his head and looked up at the moon. The hybrid... a worthy prize. The opposing covens would want him on their side, and he would not tolerate such insolence. He sought wonder, but he didn't seek power. The boy did what he had to do to keep himself and his population alive and abundant. Having this boy would make it so much easier...

The teen opened his mouth wide in a smile, gleaming fangs exposed and elongated with hunger.

Yes, the halfa would indeed be... his.