A/N: Well, here I am, back again! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! By the way, just as a forewarning, the beginning of this chapter is a little…gruesome, so to speak. It's still nighttime at the beginning, but then it becomes daylight later in the chapter, where Danny meets a certain someone. Oh and at one point, Danny's thoughts (well, more than thoughts, but I won't give that away until you read the chapter) are in italics. Enjoy!

Yes, the Evil One. I felt him probing my mind last night.

one of the wolves from "The Sight" by David Clement-Davis

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Danny's POV

I flew around the darkness of the city, watching, waiting. Waiting for someone to fall into my sights, someone unlucky enough to be out after lockdown. The bright green shields were up around every house, every building. But there was always a human or two for me to attack, always.

"He's probably going to get me for what I said about him!"

I whirled around, picking up on the thoughts of a human. Outside. One for the killing. I reached out with my mind, flying all the while to see if I could spot my victim. Finally I found him: Dash Baxter, a teenager whom I had hurt before. I probed his mind again, listening to his thoughts.

"I have to get home, quick! Oh, if Phantom finds out I ever called him a demon -"

"Don't worry," I hissed menacingly at him, projecting my own thoughts into his mind. "I already have found out!"

"Phantom?!" he screamed, out loud as well as in his mind.

"Of course it is, foolish human!" I snarled, focusing my own power so that, as I watched him, he seemed suddenly to kneel over on the ground, unable to stand. Perfect.

"You should have known better than to call me a demon," I whispered, directly over him now.

The boy's face held a look of pure terror, and his skin was nearly as pale as mine. A look I had seen often that year. He didn't answer. Of course, he couldn't, with me mentally holding him there.

"I could merely blind you," I said to him, floating directly in front of him now as his eyes widened in fright, "but I need energy you know. And you know very well how I like to do that!" I gave the boy a devilish smirk, basking in my triumph, when he finally stopped being enough of a coward to speak.

"You're a murderer, Phantom!" he said, trying to sound braver than I knew he was, as his entire body was shaking with fear.

I only smirked at his words. "So I am." As I grinned down at him, my fingers began to lengthen even more, bursting through my gloves, making it appear as if my palms were streaked with blood. Just as well for me, as they would be soon enough.

"Good-bye to your life, human!"

Those were the last words that the boy ever heard, as my fingers, now like razor-sharp claws, reached out and tore the flesh across his arms. He screamed from the pain I was causing him, and my grin only grew wider.

Then, making sure he didn't get away, I slowly began to sprout fur all over my body. Jet-black fur. My arms and legs grew into the four limbs of a wolf, allowing me to walk on all fours. In a span of ten seconds, I had transformed into my wolf form. With a final snarl, I leapt up, baring my teeth and claws at my victim.

There was a scream. Then silence.

Smirking down at the body of the now-deceased boy, I raised my head and let out a howl. A loud, dangerous warning howl. It gave everyone in the city a very clear message: I have killed one of your people, and any of you could be next!

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Morning. It never could come quick enough for me. Despite the hungry, murderous feelings I had at night when I was Phantom, I felt completely terrible about it during daylight hours. I hated what I became at night: the murders, the tortures, the messages in blood. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't control it. I never even needed to sleep, since it was as if my other self was sleeping when I became Phantom.

Daylight was the only time in which I had freedom. Unfortunately, it wasn't easy. Thievery was my only method of survival.

That particular morning, however, my luck began to change. I had been trying to steal some more food from the vendor I stole from yesterday. Unfortunately, my hunger drove me to be hasty, and before I was able to flee, he caught me.

"You're going to pay for stealing now, you little thief!" he spat at me, clenching me by the arm. I shut my eyes, bracing for the worst.

"Let him go!" I suddenly heard a voice say in a firm tone.

I hesitantly opened by eyes to see a teenage girl about my age. She had straight black hair and violet eyes, wearing a black skirt and a shirt with a purple oval in the center.

The vendor looked at her with a dumbfounded expression. "Miss, this boy has stolen from me. His actions cannot go unpunished!"

"It's alright," the girl said, handing him a few dollar bills and taking an apple from him. "I'll take care of him." She glanced over at me as she said this.

The man let out an annoyed groan. "Alright, just don't let me catch him at stealing again!"

"Don't worry," the girl said as she dragged me off, "you won't!" We ran into an alley before the vendor could say anymore.

Gasping for breath, I looked into her violet eyes with gratitude. "Thank you, uh…"

"Sam," she finished for me. "My name's Sam Manson. I'm new here, I just moved in." Her expression suddenly changed to a look of concern. She reached out the hand with the apple toward me. "Here."

My expression instantly changed from gratitude to confusion. "Huh?"

"Go on, take it," she smiled, gently placing the apple in my hand. "I can see that you're starving."

With a nod in Sam's direction, I slowly took the apple from her outstretched hand, beginning to nibble on it hungrily. As Phantom, I often had plenty of food, as I feasted on the flesh and blood on the citizens. When I was normal, however, the thought of it made me feel terrible and disgusted. In my human form, I was thankful to get food when I could.

Sam gently placed a hand on my shoulder, and I flinched at her touch. Despite the fact that I was in human form, I had to struggle to keep my Phantom instincts hidden. She was a full human, after all.

"So the human girl is new then. She must have the Seal placed on her and her family. Then, she can never escape my wrath!"

I froze as a cold, fearful shiver went down my spine. It was the Phantom side of me talking, and I was already beginning to feel the killing urge spring up into my mind. "No!" I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut. I wouldn't let my Phantom half get the better of me in daylight.

"Are you okay, uh…" Sam began, trailing off midsentence.

"Danny," I said hurriedly as I began to back away. "My name is Danny."

"Kill her! Let her blood be on your hands!"

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get out of there, and fast! With a quick "Bye!" to Sam, I took off through the streets.

I realized what the dark side of me was trying to do. For now, I only turned evil at night, with the people living in terror of my demonic actions. But that other side of me was already trying to control my mind, even during daylight. And I knew if that happened, the entire town would be at the mercy of my powers.

And the worst part of all was, the torments were actually starting to get to me.

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A/N: There's the 3rd chapter! Read and review!