A/N Hello people of earth... I hope... This is my First fanfic, and I would appreciate it if you refrained from criticizing my writing, no matter how terrible it may be. i wouldn't mind a few pointers, though! Oh yeah, before i forget, i would like to introduce my dan muse... he will be coming in later on in the story!

Dan muse: i'd better be... otherwise, you will regret it! (holding up an ectoblast to my head)

Me: Now, if you killed me, who would write the story? Didn't think of that, did ya? :D

Dan muse: Stupid logic...

Me" you know it. (smirking evilly) now, for that threat, I may just decide to make you fall in love with someone... even Ghostwriter cannot control me! muahahaha!

Dan muse: you wouldn't...

Me: before dan muse tries to strangle me, i'll go ahead and tell you that i do NOT own Danny Phantom... if i did, the series would have ended with dan returning and making danny evil... (hint hint)

Both: Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The Darkness Within

By: dannyphantomaddict5855

Danny's Pov

"Hello whelp." Growled Skulker, as he dodged Danny's ecto blast. Danny clenched his jaw in frustration. He had been on a 'date' with Sam, who had been his girlfriend for almost a month now., before Skulker came out of nowhere and started blasting at him. He had barely managed to keep Sam from getting blown to bits, let alone himself. He now had a trickle of blood on his face from ramming into the tree after one of Skulker's blasts had shattered his shield. He snarled in annoyance as the greatest hunter in the ghost zone avoided yet another of his blasts.

"Would you hold still! I'm kind of in the middle of something here!" He shouted, quickly losing his patience at his adversary. Skulker looked puzzled for a moment, as he looked down at the picnic blanket beneath them. He chuckled.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Were you on a date?" he asked in mock apology. Then he chuckled again and said,"Too bad you won't be able to return to it, then." He aimed a missile at the ghost boy. He didn't notice as the boy's radioactive green eyes flared crimson momentarily. Danny growled and charged full steam at Skulker, as the latter's eyes widened in shock. The halfa turned intangible as he went through the full ghost's metal skull. He came out holding the small, green blob that was the hunter's true form. His eyes flickered back to red as he let some ectoplasmic energy into the ghost in his palm and chuckled darkly. Skulker screeched in pain as smoke swirled off of his form. Danny grinned evilly and murmured a bone-chilling sentence to the dying... well, melting creature.

"Do you know if ghosts can die? I don't. How about we find out?" He let loose some more energy and laughed. All of a sudden, a blue flash came out of nowhere and startled the halfa into dropping the half melted blob. He turned and saw Sam holding out the Fenton Thermos. She was staring at him oddly, as if he had grown a second head. He was about to ask her what her problem was when she voiced what was on her mind.

"Were... were you going to actually waste him?" She stuttered. He was about to say that of course he wasn't, when he realized something. He had been about to waste him before Sam had interfered. What is wrong with me? He wondered. Realizing that Sam was still waiting for a response, he quickly stuttered out a complete lie.

"Of... of course not!" He nervously laughed. Seeing that Sam didn't believe him, he sighed. There was no point in trying to lie, she knew him far too well for his own good. Sometimes he just wanted to rip her head off of her... wait, what? Where were these thoughts coming from? Oh, well. as long as they were just thoughts, it doesn't really matter.

"Okay, maybe I was. But still, it was Skulker! It's not as if i was trying to kill Tucker... no matter how much I want to, sometimes." Wait... did I just say that aloud? What the crap? I need to pay attention to what comes out of my mouth. Seeing that sam was staring at him, shocked, he panicked. He tried to think of a cover-up for what he had just said, but nothing came to mind. Seeing that Sam was saying something, he snapped his focus to her.

"...Over" He heard her say.

"Huh? Wait, what?" He asked. Sam glared at him before replying.

"I said, it's over. Stay away from me and Tuck, ghost." She spat out hatefully. I stared at her wide-eyed before screaming out in rage and sadness. My two best friends are betraying me. My... Two best friends... Are... I flew off, not wanting to see her at the moment. I went towards a large, empty field outside of the city. I just needed to hit something right now. I didn't notice as my eyes flickered permanently to a blood red. I was too consumed with anger and hatred to notice anything but my current destination. I even failed to see my ghost sense go off as a certain older halfa followed me invisibly.

"Tut tut little badger, I told you that they would betray you. They will always betray you." An unseen voice murmured.

A few hours later, Danny left the war zone that had previously been a beautiful field. There were craters everywhere you looked, and the ground was blackened with ash. There were two dead stumps where trees had once been, and the rest of the trees were scattered around a half mile perimeter. Danny, however, felt absolutely perfect. He felt lighter and more awake than he had been ever before. Stronger and more powerful, for sure. He felt like he could use his ghostly wail for an unlimited amount of time, which he probably could.

He smirked proudly, only for it to vanish when he remembered what had happened for this amazing change to occur. His pride was instantly replaced with hatred, loathing, and sadness. He growled and created an ectoblast in his clenched fist, watching as it switched from a dark green, to a royal purple, then crimson, and gave a light laugh when it went to hot pink. Eventually, it changed into its new natural color, which was so dark red that it was almost black, like blood. Danny tossed it from one hand to another carelessly. After a few minutes, he made it vanish and just floated up into the night sky. He was just so bored! If a ghost didn't come along soon, he was just going to start shooting anything that moved... Just as he thought that, his ghost sense went off. Perfect. He could try his newfound powers out on something that could actually feel pain! His red eyes flashed as he grinned eagerly, showing a gleaming pair of new fangs.

"I am the Box Ghost! Fear me!" A familiar annoying voice cut through the night. Oh, great. I had been hoping for an actual challenge, but idiots can feel pain too. Besides, if he survives this, with his big mouth, it will be all over the ghost zone by tomorrow night that Danny Phantom has finally lost it. A dark chuckle escaped my throat. Oh, that will be hilarious. I decided that I would let him escape just so that he can spread the word.

I flew over to where the Box Ghost was standing, well, floating and snuck up behind him waste a perfect opportunity? The Danny Fanton that would never use an unfair advantage had died in the park with Sam. No, actually, that Danny died a few months ago, a week or two after his seventeenth birthday, when he had started getting violent. Tonight was just his funeral. I grabbed the Box ghost's hands and forced them behind his back, burning them as I did so. He screamed in pain and looked behind him. Just to humor him, I faded back into visibility and grinned maliciously at him as he laughed weakly.

" Fear me?" He squeaked almost inaudibly. I smirked and shook my head. It was then that he noticed how I had changed.

"What happened to you?" He asked, very, very loudly. I let some energy loose into his wrists and kneed him in the small of his back. I tore off his right hand and listened, amused, to his screaming as he thrashed around trying to escape my grip. I laughed, and in a voice so threatening that it almost frightened me, I coldly responded.

"The question, dear Box Ghost, is what hasn't happened to me yet. For you see, the past few years I have been ridiculed," I blasted his shoulder,"framed," blasted his other shoulder,"bullied," blasting his left foot, "arrested, experimented on, cloned, betrayed, hunted, blackmailed, cheated on, even died, and yet I managed to remain the hero." With each word I blasted him somewhere new, until there wasn't anywhere left that wasn't bloody, bruised, or burned. I built up a powerful blast as I continued with my speech.

"So, all things considered, is it that surprising that I finally gave in to the darkness that has been tempting me for years? Is it that surprising that I want to know why my evil future self was so much more powerful than me? I know now. Before, when I was so good, when I had all my loved ones to protect, I had all these morals dragging me down. I get now what Dan was trying to tell me." I stopped growing the ball of energy when it got to two feet in diameter. I spun it on one finger like a basketball, watching as the normally blue-skinned ghost turned a very, very pale white. He was terrified. Like he should be, I thought. I decided to play with him a bit longer. I remembered something I had said in the future. I smirked and quoted what Dan had said when I had seen him fighting with Valerie.

" You know, out of respect for my past, I should let you live." I saw him exale, letting out a breath he had been holding. I smirked and kept talking, even though I knew he was barely able to listen. I growled out the rest of it.

"Of course, I let go of any human emotions I had a long time ago." Then I blasted him in his extremely large gut as he screamed in pain and terror. The blast wasn't powerful enough to waste him, sadly, but it would knock him out for an hour, if not more. I stretched lazily and looked down at the people below and announced to them in my newfound monotone voice that was creepily like Dan's. I was going to enjoy this. I was going to enjoy this a lot.

"Hello Amity Park, Samantha," I growled out my previous girlfriend's name as if it was a curse word, "I'm guessing that you recognize me as your goody-two-shoes town hero, Danny Phantom. I would have to say that you are partially correct. I emphasize 'partially', as for the fact that I am the same person in general, but I would really prefer, and by prefer I mean that I may not kill you, if you referred to me as "Dan Phantom', or maybe "Dark Danny", as I am no longer the same ghost that you appear to have mixed feelings about. A majority of you believed that I was the good guy, the hero. Due to recent events, however, I am tending to lean more towards darkness, so congratulation Fenton family for being correct for once in your lives. If you are looking for someone to place the blame on, however, I will gladly point you in the right direction. Samantha Manson, or Sam", God, I hate that name," May be able to tell you a few things. And Sam, feel free to tell them whatever you feel like telling them, seeing as that I'm going to target you anyways." And with that final threat, I flew off, a heavy blanket of silence falling over the once noisy town.

Vlad's Pov

I watched silently as young Daniel and his friend, what's her name again? Oh yes. Daniel and Samantha sat on the red checkered picnic blanket under the large oak tree in the middle of the park. They were just laying there, chatting and laughing every now and then as they ate their lunch. I smiled a bit at how carefree they were while together. Ah, young love. My smile vanished as I remembered why I was watching Daniel.

A few months ago, he had began showing signs of violence. He was fighting back against Dashiel, or Dash, at school, and was in a habit of incinerating school property. His eyes were beginning to flash red instead of acid green when he got angry or frustrated, which was becoming a common occurance. To top it all off, his ghostly appearance was altering slightly. His hair was well, flaming would be a good term to use, yes, flaming around the edges. He was also larger and more muscular, mainly because his human appearance was the same. He was still the kind, good-natured hero, though.

That was why he was shocked to see his little badger torturing Skulker's small green form. He saw Phantom's red-eyed face in a facial expression so cruel, he had only seen it on himself a few times. He whispered something to Skulker that I couldn't quite make out, but it must have been terrible, because the hunter was now screaming even louder. He heard Daniel laugh a scarily dark laugh and was about to destroy the other ghost, when Samantha shot a beam from the thermos she was holding and sucked Skulker into it. She stared at him, and then asked him something that I myself had been thinking.

"Were...were you actually going to waste him?" She asked Daniel shakily. Daniel's eyes snapped back to green as he hesitated for a moment. I could see the emotions run across his face. Confusion, kindness, anger, annoyance all flashed in his features before he answered in a completely unconvincing tone.

"Of... of course not!" He laughed shakily. It was obvious that his friend didn't believe him. He looked guilty for a moment, but then pure, undiluted anger contorted his face into a scowl.

"Okay, maybe I was!" He shouted. "But still, it was Skulker! It's not as if I was trying to kill Tucker..." He trailed off, before continuing,"No matter how much I want to sometimes," He looked shocked that he had said that aloud. Samantha looked the same. Then rage consumed her face.

"Well, if that's the case, then let me tell you that it's over." Daniel looked up, surprised. He blurted out,

"Huh? Wait, what?" He obviously had been absorbed in his own thoughts and had not been paying any attention. The girl must have come to the same conclusion, because she glared at him and repeated herself, extremely pissed at him.

"I said, it's over. stay away from me and Tuck, ghost!" she spat at him, the emotional equivalent of a rabid cat. Daniel stared at her, and in his rage in what was just a few decibels short of his Ghostly Wail, screamed. It was horrible, watching his heart being torn to bits by the one person who he completely loved. It was the same reaction I had given when Maddie had married Jack, if not worse. His eyes turned blood red as he flew off towards an open field. He was fuming, literally, his clothes were giving off smoke and his hair was flaming more than usual. Floating a bit behind him I murmured,

"Tut tut little badger, I told you that they would betray you. They will always betray you." In front of me, he clenched his fists, and green ecto blasts started flying every which way. I ended up going intangible just so that I wouldn't get hit. While he destroyed the field for the next few hours, I watched as his hair turned to pure white flame, his eyes turned permanently red, and his blats got more powerful. Far more powerful than they could have gotten if he had stayed by his morals... Oh, my. Daniel turned dark? When did that start happening? That was when I realized it. Samantha must have been his lifeline to remaining good, like Maddie had been mine. Cut that line, and you have... Oh, butter biscuits. This is not good. When Maddie had first told me that her and jack were getting married, I had become a cold-hearted killing machine. Not good.

After a few minutes, Daniel calmed down enough to look at the damage he had done. Instead of looking guilty, like he should have, he smiled. Then, the smile dropped from his face and he winced, obviously remembering what had happened with Samantha. His face lit up a bit when a ball of energy appeared in his hand. The ectoplasm would change colors, obviously trying to adapt to it's creator's new switched from bright green to a darker green, then royal purple, bright red, and he laughed when it hesitated on bright pink like my own. it landed on a few more colors before it landed on a color similar to fresh blood. He then tossed it around a bit before it disappeared. He just stood there for a while, bored, until a familiar voice shouted out,

"I am the Box Ghost! Fear my cardboard boxes of doom!" I saw Daniel grin, and murmur to himself in a tone so soft I could barely hear him. I managed to make out him saying something along the lines of,

"Oh well. Idiots can fell pain too, I suppose." My eyes widened as I realized that Daniel was going to cause another creature pain just so he could amuse himself. It appeared that the boy was more like himself than anyone gave Daniel credit for, including Vlad himself. He would make a great apprentice, if I could just calm him down enough to get the little badger to trust get him to trust me. He is just brimming with hatred and betrayal, much like I was when I first discovered my ghost powers. All I need to do is... He trailed off as he realized that Daniel had flown off in the direction of the main city. He hurriedly chased the boy, only to find him standing over a bruised and defeated Box Ghost. Daniel must have been making a speech, because he was talking in a deep, threatening voice to both the ghost and the townsfolk beneath. He heard the boy growl out to the Box Ghost,

"You know, out of respect for my past, I should probably let you live." The weak ghost sighed in relief. Daniel gave an amused chukle and continued darkly, "Of course, I let go of all my weak, human emotions I had a long time ago." The halfa laughed evilly, as if it was some kind of inside joke. Which it probably was, he reasoned. Daniel looked down at the people below and laughed again. He spoke to them in a deeper tone than he had been before. He spoke clearly and evilly to them as he said,

" Hello Amity Park, Samantha, I'm guessing that you recognize me as your goody-two-shoes town hero, Danny Phantom. I would have to tell you that you would only be partially correct. I emphasize 'partially', as for the fact that i am the same person in general, but I would really prefer it if you would refer to me as 'Dan Phantom', or 'Dark Danny', and by prefer I mean that I may not kill you, as I am no longer the same ghost that you appear to have mixed feelings for. The majority of you would believe that I was the good guy, the hero. Due to recent events, however, I am tending to lean more towards darkness, so congratulations to the Fenton family for being right about something for once in your miserable lives. If you are looking for someone to place the blame on, however, I will gladly point you in the right direction. Samantha, or Sam, may be able to tell you some things. And Sam, feel free to tell them whatever you feel like telling them, seeing as that I am going to target you anyways." And with that, he flew off.

I felt conflicted about this, seeing as that he had just declared himself evil, which was shocking. He had also called his family idiots, and told Samantha to reveal his secret. He had also said he would kill the woman that he had been about to kiss just a few hours ago. I'm not sure which was worse, but I think the whole Daniel being evil thing would be it..

A/N: I had buches of fun writing this... dan muse did too, no matter how much he tries to deny it.

Dan muse: I did not! I just thought it was kind of funny...

Me: And my point is given. Cannot wait until the next chapter, its when dan comes in.

Dan muse: Finally!

kay, bye!