Happy 1st Birthday to my niece Quinn Lee! {If you happen to have read my story 'Concealment' for Miraculous Ladybug, you will already know how excited we are to have Quinny around! :) }

In Honor of your First Birthday I want to Post this 'new' story.

This is actually an adopted story. The original and inspiration for this story is "Spawn of a Phantom" by SilverMoonPhantom. A link to her story can be found on my profile page.

So, a little introduction to our main character.

Abigail Fenton was born on April 3rd, 2004 (the same day Danny Phantom first aired). She has long black hair, navy blue eyes and a fascination with the paranormal. Today's date is Tuesday, June 5th, 2018, making Abbi fourteen-years-old.

Chapter One: Abigail

Tuesday, June 5th, 2018

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Click.

Abigail's hand slipped back beneath her covers as a groan left her lips. Mornings… she hated mornings…. Why did they have to come so fast? She grumbled to herself.

The comforter moved and twitched as she drug it down, revealing her grumpy face to the room. Sleepy dark blue eyes were partially hidden behind a sheet of dark ebony hair that continued under the covers. The young teenager blinked in the pail morning light before rolling over, burying her face in the pillows, the blankets rolling with her.

Nine minutes later the alarm blared again, jogging the girl awake. She hit the alarm once more but didn't put her head back into the pillows this time. Sighing she threw the blankets off and tossed bare pale legs over the side of the bed. Her lose tank top and shorts were ruffled by sleep and twisted around her slim body. She righted them before she stood up and surveyed her room. Dark blue eyes glanced over her plain off-white walls and a glossy black dresser that stood in one corner. Flicking on her light, the room was bathed in an eerie green glow caused by the green glass cover of her ceiling light. Thin silver chains and trinkets glinted slightly, casting small dots of light around the already eerie green glow.

The supernatural aura was her desired effect. The fourteen-year-old had a strange obsession with all things supernatural, something her mom claimed was 'a trait of the family'. However, Abbi didn't really believe her. Her mother was as normal as could be. Aside from an odd liking for the color black and a room that Abbi was never permitted to enter. Her mother said it was her husband's room, like a workplace or office, and no one was supposed to enter it, no matter what the emergency. The door was always locked (And yes, she had tried to get in. The dumb room had no windows and the door seemed to be locked from the inside. In more ways than one).

Speaking of her father…

No matter how hard she tried, Abbi could never catch a chance to speak with him, let alone see him. His visits were rare, rarer then rare and short. They always seemed to be when Abbi was gone at school or asleep late at night. And he only stayed in the house for a few hours each time. He always seemed to be running off somewhere. She'd barely ever seen his face, let along heard his voice. Sure, there were pictures of him. Mostly of him as a teenager; one on her parents wedding day; another one from the day she was born, him holding a blanket in the hospital. But seeing the man face to face was far easier said than done.

Abigail slipped out of her pajama shorts and into some overlarge jeans that covered her long legs. She pulled on a loose-fitting black t-shirt with white-edged sleeves and fastened a black choker around her neck. She snatched up her favorite thin chain-link belt and fastened it with swift, well trained movements before she glanced out her window.

She watched as the age-old tree behind her house scratch its branches gently against the glass. Nodding absently to the tree's withered fingers, she turned her back on her room and heading toward the staircase at the end of the hall.

She softly brushed her fingers over the green emerald embedded in her black choker. It glinted faintly in the light streaming in the hallway window. As her fingers brushed against the gem a sudden chill ran up her spine before a gasp sent an oddly visible breath from her lips. Her breath glowed blue in the light and caused Abbi to pause at the window, staring at it as the - what she could only describe as fog - dissipated into the air.

When her next breath didn't appear in the same fashion, she tried to shrug it off as her attention was caught by her mother's voice traveling up the stairs. Proceeding forward she headed down the stairs as her mother paused. Then Abbi froze. A second voice had responded to her mother.

A male voice.

Dozens of worries swept over the teen. Right away her movement switching over into a sort of stealth mode. Her muscles were tense as she slid silently down the stairs as quietly as she could. Reaching the bottom, she carefully stepped over the last step, avoiding the creaky wood and continued over the hardwood floor towards the kitchen.

Why her mother had chosen medieval weaponry as a style of décor for this wing of the house she didn't know, but now she was quite grateful. Pressing her body against the wall just outside the doorway, she glanced up to assure herself the swords were still there before crouching down to eavesdrop.

"Her grades are slipping... She just can't seem to pay attention in class," her mother was saying. "I took her to a psychatris- No, her name was NOT Spectra. I know just as well as you – Sorry. The dude said she was perfectly normal, only a little distracted."

Trust her mom to call a well-known psychiatrist 'dude'. Choosing to ignore the choice of words, Abbi leaned toward the doorway a bit as her mother sighed sadly.

"She keeps asking questions."

There was a pause, then…

"Questions about me?"

There was that voice again! It sounded painfully familiar, though rather warped, as if it had an echo interwoven into a more natural sound.

Abbi lifted her hand, brushing a few locks of her ebony hair back behind her ear incase that was the problem with the sound. Her muscles were starting to ache from being tense for too long in one position.

Her mother must have nodded the answer, for the voice began again. It gave her chills to hear it, but she couldn't seem to stop listening.

"…should try and talk with her. In human form, of course. If she doesn't believe it…, you can show her the photos, maybe that would help."

Abbi stopped short. Human form? What was that supposed mean? her thoughts were interrupted as the voice began again, sounding almost hopeful.

"Has she shown any signs of powers?"

"No... And she's not klutzy or nervous or anything like her dad was," her mother said, a smile in her voice, the same smile she always got when talking about Abbi's father. "I don't think she's hiding any, she's just… distracted."

Powers? Abigail thought, losing track of the meaning of the conversation. Were they talking about her? She had thought that's what was going on but surely she couldn't be the topic… right?

Taking a deep breath Abigail finally leaned to the side and peeked around the corner.

Her jaw dropped in shock.

The entire room was bathed in an eerie white glow which originated from the figure near its center. A tall man with shocking - was it glowing? - white hair stood with his arms draped around her mother's waist. Her mother had her arms draped around the man's shoulders. Sam's violet eyes gazed tenderly up at the man.

Abbi couldn't see his face, but the fact her mother was gazing with such love at some strange man made her want to scream and puke at the same time. Then something else caught her attention.

Glancing down Abbi saw that the man's feet weren't touching the ground. The white boots were suspended in the air, floating an inch or so above the floor, with their own silvery glow. From the one hand she could see curved around her mom's hip, his gloves were also platinum white. The man began to lean forward, Abigail knew instantly what he planned on doing. And her mother clearly wasn't going to stop him, no, she was closing her eyes, leaning up to…

Her mother KISSED the floating white-haired man!

And she didn't stop!

Horror and despair grew in Abigail's insides, turning her stomach to stone. Without thinking, the fourteen-year-old leapt upward and ripped the sword from its showcase sheath. Then Abigail leapt into the room, screaming a war cry of rage.

The silver blade sliced through the air and smashed down against the side of the man's skull. He toppled off to the side, crashing against the wall in apparent surprise. Abbi stood between the man and her mother, sword raised, ready to swing again should he make any sudden movements. As she watched the man, the surprisingly small cut the blade made across his temple mended itself in front of her disbelieving eyes. His own green eyes reproachful as he rose to his feet, eyeing the girl's samurai stance carefully.

Abigail sized him up as he gazed at her. He looked well-muscled, but not body-builder like, more just something he did for exercise. Without giving him a chance to attack first, Abigail lunged forward again, snarling in anger. But this time the blade just passed through his form. Small wisps of his being yanked off by the swiftly moving sword before reforming back into his body, melding back into the black outfit… undamaged.

A glowing white symbol on his chest rematerialized with it. It looked like a funny shaped letter 'D', but the letter wasn't closed at the bottom. Pressing the strange symbol away from her mind she refocused her attention on his face. His eyes had lost their reproachful look, replaced with something she couldn't quite place.

Suddenly arms appeared at her sides, forcing her to drop the sword. Quite confused on the reason her mother had chosen this of all times to go again against her, Abbi lashed out with both feet, nailing the startled man in the stomach before falling on her rear due to lack of support.

"Relax!"

Her mother's voice was loud in her ear, and she slowly complied, baring her teeth in a feral challenge. The iron grip slowly released her forearms, leaving the teen to mutter incoherent curses, glaring sullenly at the tiled floor.

That creepy chill lanced up her spine, and she whipped her gaze upward, only to scramble backward as she found the man's face alarmingly close to her own. His glowing green eyes were curiously searching, not at all hostile despite the obvious attempt on his life.

He grinned, floating slightly higher.

"You were right, she is a lot like..."

But he didn't finish his statement. Instead he froze for an instant before straightening up and speeding upward through the air, disappearing through the ceiling. A moment of silence ensued, before the enormity of what happened hit the teen full in the face.

Tearing herself away from her mother, she turned to face her mother's amused face with a passionate rage that surprised even her.

"How could you do that!"

Her voice rang through the house, probably down the street as well. However, her mother did nothing to stop the piercing accusations, velvet eyes widened with astonishment. The newly kindled fury in the girl did not die with the first scream, only growing fiercer.

"How could you betray me and dad to that... that THING!"

Her mother's face looked hurt, lips thinning into a frown. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped herself, aware of the light dancing around her daughter's clenched fists.

Abbi whirled away from the startled woman. Storming back up the stairs she climbed up the ladder to their attic, oblivious to the scorch marks her hands made on the thick wood as anger seared through her veins.

Sam slowly exhaled, hand trembling as she unlocked the cellular phone recently taken from the counter. Hesitating for a moment, she quickly dialed a series of numbers, placing it to her ear and wrapping her free hand across her own waist. The receiver picked up, and before they could even say hello, she butted in.

"Tucker? It's Sam... tell Danny to come back. She does have them."

Without another word, she hung up, glancing down at where a rug once lay.

There was now nothing but a circular layer of ash.

Posted 7/5-15/18

Chapter one done! Posted June 5th and 15th.

I will (To the best of my ability and free time) update the story on the 5th, 15th, and 25th of every month. Chapter lengths will be a bit sporadic, just depending on how much time I have to write and what all needs to happen before the chapter ends.

This story is not completely written however I did have a story board written out that, unfortunately my computer crashed, and I lost it (along with all my other stories…) so I am having to go by memory anyway. The first three chapters here are the four chapters SilverMoonPhantom wrote. I have 'rewritten' them so that the transition to my style of writing isn't so noticeable.

When I found her story on FanFiction early in 2018 I just couldn't let it go and my brain kept creating different scenes and scenarios that would eventually evolve into this story you will read over the coming months.

I do hope you enjoy this story and feel free to leave a review, they keep me smiling!

Morning Bleach