It was a cold, autumn night in Amity Park. Danny strolled along the middle of the rode, stuffing his numb hands into the depths of his black leather jacket. Even after zipping up his light grey hoodie - which he had layered underneath - it was still freezing.

It had been a pretty quiet day, ghost-wise. Danny enjoyed those rare days where he would have no ghost fighting chores to complete, and could just be the normal teenager he used to be. He was actually just on his way back home from Sam's house: the trio had spent their Hallow's eve watching horror movies in Sam's fancy basement theater. Danny thought dreamily of the first decent night's rest he would have in what seemed like forever.

He almost didn't notice the icy breath of air escape his lips.

Danny stopped in his tracks and scanned the area cautiously. Nothing. After about a minute of his suspicions, Danny decided to shrug off his ghost sense, thinking maybe he really could just see his breath. It was undeniably chilly, after all. He kept walking.

It was then he heard a loud smack on the ground behind him. Danny spun around, prepared for battle, yet at the same time fearful of what to expect.

The battered body of an unknown civilian lay before him on the pavement.

A puddle of blood expanded next to his head and neck area. Danny didn't need to take a pulse - the red streaks scattered in the guy's blonde hair, his wide, green, motionless eyes, the crimson stains spotted onto the shoulder of his green hoodie and white v-neck said it all.

"Oh, shit." Danny whispered. It was the only thing he could muster to say. Horrified, Danny backed away slowly. Out of these whole few years of working as a ghost fighter, he realized he had actually never seen a dead body before.

This was mortifying. This was wrong…

This couldn't be the work of a ghost.

Danny had noticed that all ghosts really liked to do was strike terror into the hearts of mortals, but they themselves had never quite injured them directly. Whatever this was, it was dangerous. If it triggered his ghost sense, then this had to be some sort of supernatural being that was capable of attacking both Fenton and Phantom.

He carefully observed his environment once again. Still no one in sight.

Then he ran.

He ran until his lungs were on fire and his body felt nonexistent in the numbing autumn wind, begging him to stop. So he did.

Danny, easily 20 blocks away by now, put his hands on his knees and panted next to the corner wall of an alleyway. Now that he thought of it, he could have just flown this way and it would have been much less exhausting. But then again, Danny wasn't sure of whether or not this "ghost" knew he was a halfa. He was better off not showcasing what a valuable kill he would be.

Once his breath was controlled, Danny stood up straight. It was quiet again. After thinking to himself for a moment, he decided he would head home and immediately call Sam and Tucker. This was a huge, risky situation - not something he could or should keep to himself about.

Suddenly Danny was abruptly pulled into the blackened alleyway by a strong force. Before he knew it, he was pinned against the brick wall, eyes shut tight, teeth gritted, expecting his end. But he just stayed there. Cautiously, he opened one eye.

There was a pair of alarming red eyes scowling back at him. The color almost seemed to glow. Danny flinched at the sight, widely opening both eyes now.

It was a young woman, seemed to be about his age. Perhaps slightly older. Her dark brown hair was completely straight, worn in a ponytail and continuing towards the middle of her back. The girl's bangs were swept to the side, and she wore a black, cropped leather jacket, a black tank top, and black jeans. Her look vaguely reminded him of Sam.

"Aren't you supposed to be the ever-confident Ghost Boy?" she asked casually. If a voice could be velvet, it would be hers.

Danny did not respond. He only struggled to escape her grip. She slammed him up against the wall once again, showing him who was clearly the bigger person.

"Well…" the girl started with a sigh. "Guess you're not as big a talker as they say you are. Do you know who I am?"

Danny shook his head slowly and defiantly.

The girl flashed a pearly, fang-toothed smile.

"I'm what's left of your humanity."

Before he knew it, Danny was overcome by an immense, searing pain. The stinging shot from his neck, and rang throughout his entire body. There was nothing he could do but shriek. Danny was stiffened, helpless. Memories flared through his head as he struggled for breath throughout the torment: the flash of the ghost portal, consuming his once mortal body. The Nasty Burger exploding, bringing his family and friends with it. His own mother trying to hunt him down. The feeling of not being understood. Clones of himself, as made by Vlad, consumed by ectoplasmic acidity and ceasing to exist. No thoughts of happiness crossed his mind - only hurt.

Even through the flashbacks, Danny attempted to formulate what was happening: Where is this even coming from? SHIT, my fucking neck! Oh god, this hurts like hell. Did she… slit my throat? No, wait, her teeth. I feel fangs. Did she just puncture me with those things? What the hell? Is that blood? Shit, shit, shit. There's so much of it. Shit. Am I dying? Fuck. I'M DYING! SHIT! I DIDN'T WANT TO DIE LIKE THIS!

As Danny was harshly thrown onto the ground, the last thing he saw was darkness.