Get ready for my own, creepily morbid version of how Danny is half-ghost. If you still don't get it, tell me. So, yeah. Hope you like it,

Revival and Death

I woke up, sighing. My family had died many years ago. So had Sam, Tucker, Valerie... one after another.

They weren't murdered. They all lived to be old.

All but me.

I hadn't died yet. Not properly, anyway. Every time I died, I was able to revive myself.

Every time I went into ghost form, I died. I revived myself every time I became human again.

Such was the life of a halfa.

I was still fourteen. Or rather, I still looked fourteen. I still acted fourteen. But I wasn't fourteen. And I didn't grow like I was fourteen

I was two hundred and thirteen.

You see, for something to kill me, it would have to have enough combined damage to kill my human half and to end my ghost half. I wasn't sure if that was even possible, but I experienced enough damage to end a full ghost and enough to kill a full human. I was virtually immortal. I had eternal life - sort of - and eternal youth. Who didn't want that?

I didn't. I didn't want to live long enough to see the death of my family, friends, friends's children, friends' children's friends...

I didn't want that.

But I lived my half-life anyway... Dying, living, dying, living, over and over, an endless circle, protecting humans from the ghosts.

I made ghost friends. I had a near-immortal girlfriend myself; Ember. I couldn't let myself fall for any human girl, they would die long before I did. Very long before...

But Ember was fine. She would live forever, provided I let no one injure her enough to end her. She stayed in the human world often. Vlad was Vlad as usual, but at least now I understood why he was bitter. He was still alive, too. I wonder if he would find himself a ghost girlfriend.

Dani often stayed with me, posing as my sister. We looked enough alike for the ruse to work. She didn't change, either. We both lived on.

All three of us, would quite possibly live forever.

If I had had children, they, too, would live on with me...

But I couldn't do that to them.

I wouldn't wish that on anybody.

At times, this was wonderful.

At others, it was torture.

My ghost sense went off, and I sighed.

Time to go. Time to die again.

Yeah, kinda morbid. And sad. And creepy. And sad.

Hope you liked it. Please R&R. Bye.