AN: Yes, yes, I know, I know, I shouldn't have started another fanfiction. But once I got this idea, I couldn't stop myself. I have to say, I'm really, really into this story! Man, but guess I can't work on the next chapter of Three Years like I was planning to tonight. Meh, I tried to update that story, anyways! I tired! Hehehe, I got to use some big words in this one though. Makes me happy. Oh, and keep in mind while reading this that there IS a war going on, and people WILL die. Heck, several people are dead already, and it's only the first chapter! And yeah, this'll be Danny x Sam.

Oh, and heads up, my loyal readers of other fics. I'm going to be gone Friday through late Sunday. Going to Latin Camp in Rock Eagle. Should be fun! Oh, and I have pictures for this story! Yeah, I know, already? I TOLD you guys I'm obsessed with this idea, didn't I? Remember, take out the spaces in order to view the links!

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Danny Phantom doesn't belong to me, but this AU world, as well as this fanfiction do. Take it, and I will eat your spleen. And that's not an empty threat.

Blood of a Phantom

Chapter One: The Calm Before the Storm

The year is 2011, three years after the Great Ghost Invasion, an event that shook the world to its very foundation. Under the pressure of a supernatural attack that most weren't ready for, Earth's countries, both big and small, developed and un-developed, had crumpled into oblivion. It's people fell into subjugation, finding themselves falling under the iron hand of the ghosts. Skeptic and believer alike found themselves all bowing down now to the same king, a man they all had once known as Vlad Masters.

Now they only knew him as Vlad Plasmius, or rather, Lord Plasmius, the Ruler of the ghosts and King of the humans. Vlad was half-ghost, a result from a lab accident back in his college days, caused by exposure to ectoplasmic energy from his former friend, Jack Fenton's ghost portal.

Now, approximately twenty years into the future, the two were the most dire of enemies. But it had not started because Vlad had abused his powers, unleashing an army of ghosts onto the people of Earth, and not because Jack was one of the two leaders of the rebels who stood against Vlad and his malevolent spirits.

No, the origin of their feud lay in the co-commander of the rebels, a woman known as Maddie Fenton. Ever since middle school, the two had loved her. The lab accident in college had cost Vlad his chance at her, or at least, that's what he blamed it on. The truth was that Maddie simply never held any interest in him, not in that matter.

And so Vlad had grown bitter, even more so after Jack and Maddie had a child, a daughter that they named Jasmine Fenton. Vlad decided then to use his ghost powers to gain money and power. Surely those things would impress Maddie so much that she would dump her idiotic husband, and come live with him. But Maddie had no interest in money, or power. She was happy as she was, studying and researching ghosts, baking cookies, and spending time with her beloved husband and daughter.

Despite their past falling out, Jack and Maddie were still stunned and hurt to learn that the one who had unleashed the ghost army onto the human world was none other than their old college friend. Neither of them could understand what that much stored-up bitterness could leave too, combined with the temptation of having ghost powers.

Now Jack and Maddie Fenton lead the last of the resistance movement against Vlad, their base located in Amity Park. Using their research on ghosts, as well as the anti-ghost weaponry they had developed over the years, they were able to hold Vlad's ghosts back, locking them both into a stalemate.

It was a stalemate that frustrated both sides of the war. Vlad's ghosts could not get through the ghost shield in Amity Park, and for the humans living there, leaving it was an invitation for death, no matter what numbers they swarmed out in. So the two sides stayed where they were, each waiting for a break to the stalemate, hopefully from their own side.

Forty-year old Maddie Fenton frowned, sitting at her desk, taping her pencil against the desk, in thought. She let out a long sigh, and leaned back in her chair, stretching, her shoulders popping to release stored tension. Sitting in front of her were aerial photos of an average looking road, taken by a probe. She had been pouring over them for the last few hours, as well as stat sheets of Vlad's ghost army, and its most prominent members.

Two weeks ago, Maddie and her husband Jack had gotten word from an undercover agent that Vlad was in the process of developing a weapon that he felt could break the stalemate that the two sides had been locked into for over a year. This news disturbed Maddie to no end, especially since she knew that it was definitely no false report. Her agent had died shortly after delivering the message, from internal wounds. It was a wonder he had made it into the safety of the ghost shield at all.

Since then, she and her top commanders had been trying to get their hands on whatever information they could, but doing it as discreetly as possible. The fact that Vlad now knew that they knew that he was almost finished with a powerful weapon was enough. She didn't want him to change his plans, leading her soldiers into a trap. It had happened once before at a place appropriately named Fell Creek, and Maddie intended to never let it happen again.

"Mrs. Fenton?"

Maddie looked up, her eyes meeting the worried ones of nineteen-year old Samantha Manson. She wore a black Hazmat, a pair of black goggles with violet-tinted shades pulled up on her forehead. In addition to those, she also wore a pair of black combat boots, and two black stud bracelets on each wrists. In her ears, she wore a pair of crystal drop earring, which had been her mothers.

Sam, as most people called her, was an orphan. Her parents had been among those at the slaughter at Fell Creek. Sam herself, sixteen at the time, was among the soldiers. Normally Maddie wouldn't have allowed her, but the girl had begged relentlessly to be let to come along. Maddie had caved in.

And Sam had to witness both of her parents being torn limb from limb. Maddie, who had lead the charge, had barley made it out of there alive, rounding up as many as she could into the Fenton Ghost Assault Vehicle. She had grabbed Sam as the girl desperately yanked off the first thing she could get of her mother-the earrings. Or rather, they fell into her hands, along with both of her ears. Maddie had managed to convince her not to keep the ears, and Sam had been thinking about it.

Her husband likewise rounded up those he could into the Specter Speeder, following after his wife.

After the Fell Creek Massacre, Sam had developed an intense hatred for ghosts. And while such a hate was present in all of those who lived in Amity Park, as well as most people world-wide, Sam's hate almost reached unnatural levels. But beyond that, she saw no signs of major mental trauma. Her daughter, Jazz, had checked.

Maddie smiled at her. "Yes, Sam? What is it?"

"It's time for dinner. We've been trying to contact you over the intercom for the past seven minutes." Sam said, smiling slightly at the older woman. "And then I called you for about three minutes before you heard me."

Maddie flushed. "Oh! My apologies, Sam. I was so engrossed, I didn't even hear you." Maddie put down her pencil and got up from her chair.

"That's allright, Mrs. Fenton." Sam cast a look back at the papers. "Are you having any luck?"

Maddie sighed. "Not really. We may have narrowed down the road and the approximate time the transport will cross it, but not much else. I haven't even been able to determine if it will have a human or a ghost escort, or even both."

"I talked to Tucker about it. He said that the most likely escort would be a combination of human and ghost, so they could get strengths from both." Sam said.

Tucker Foley was another war orphan. In fact, more than half of the children of Amity were orphans. Their parents had either died, or had a difference of opinion with the rebels. And there were humans who supported Vlad's regime, as foolish as that seemed.

Tucker's parents had died during the Battle for Amity Park. Originally over-run by ghosts, the rebels had taken it back, and established it as their base. It had been one of their greatest victories, but it too, like all battles, was not without it's cost in human lives.

Tucker was a technological wizard. His knowledge of computers had been of great help to the rebellion. It was, in fact, one of Tucker's programs that had managed to take down one of Vlad's top military officials, Technus. Technus had tried to overtake the rebels from the inside, managing to slip into an electric device in order to get past the Ghost Shield. His mission was to shut down the Ghost Shield from the inside, a mission which failed. Tucker had figured out that while he was in a computer, Technus assumed the form of a computer code, and so the African-American teenager had set out to create an anti-virus, of sorts, to get rid of him. And he had succeeded, another one of the rebellion's greatest victories.

"Did he?" Maddie said. "Well, if he says so, then I suppose I should prep the raiding party for an assault on a combined escort." Maddie mused. "Did he remember to come down for dinner?" There were times, of course, when Tucker was so locked in his work, that he forgot to eat.

Sam nodded. "He came down."

The two arrived at the dining hall. The noisy hall went silent as the two entered, and Maddie took her place at the head of the table, right next to her husband. People exchanged looks, then looked back at Maddie.

Maddie started back at them, realizing that they were expecting her to say something. She cleared her throat and stood up, and in her best speaking voice, she addressed those assembled. "You may have all heard that I am organizing a raiding party to halt the transport of Plasmius' secret weapon. This is true. I have intelligence as to the route that the vehicle will take." Maddie turned then, looking at Tucker.

"Tucker has informed me that the transport will most likely be guarded by a combination of ghosts and humans. If any of you have qualms about killing your fellow man, then you may be exempt from this mission."

A hand shot up in the middle of the table. Maddie looked at the person it was attached too. Valerie Gray. Her father was the one who had brought the message of Vlad's weapon into Amity Park. Maddie knew that the girl would stop at nothing to be brought along on the mission.

Valerie's hatred of ghosts ran even deeper than Sam's. She was the kind of person who, when she got a grudge, she kept it. For days, weeks, years, centuries, even, if she could live that long. Next to Maddie, Jack, and Sam, Valerie was one of the most prominent ghost-hunters among the rebels.

Vlad had ghost-hunters as well, for not all ghosts went along with Vlad's rule. And in truth, the Battle of Amity Park could not have been won without the help of one Dora Mattingly, a ghostly princess whose amulet allowed her to change into a ghost dragon. She had fallen, her spiritual essence fading away into nothingness. Her amulet was displayed with honor in a memorial marking her, one of the first Maddie had ordered made. It was important for people to remember those who stood up against wrong-doing, regardless of race.

There were other ghosts on the rebels side, although Dora was the most powerful. The Box Ghost, though not the brightest, kept close watch on all of the boxes entering Amity, making sure nothing got through when it wasn't supposed too. Johnny 13 and his girlfriend Kitty, though they were both a bit of delinquents, were also with the rebels. They just weren't into the whole domination thing. Johnny's bad luck shadow had been of great help to the rebels. Other ghost allies included The Lunch Lady and her daughter, Box Lunch, Wulf, and Kujo.

"Yes, Valerie?" Maddie asked, looking at the girl.

"Can you please review with us again the exact details of the weapon and this shipment?" She asked. Maddie heard some groans among those gathered. Valerie asked that every time they came together for a meal. She wanted everything to be perfectly clear in her head. There was no room for even the slightest error.

"Certainly, Valerie." Maddie obliged. There was nothing more troublesome than an annoyed Valerie. She could have a bit of a temper at times. Maddie cleared her throat once more. "We have gotten intelligence that Vlad's weapon is being shipped to him by land from the laboratory working on it somewhere in Nevada."

"There is an interstate about a hundred miles from here that the transport will travel along. Our plan is to strike there, and try to take and, or, eradicate the weapon before Vlad can get to it. I have had our mechanical department equip extra boosters to both the Fenton Ghost Assault Vehicle, and the three Specter Speeders that we will be using. Each solider will be equipped with two pistols, one for ghosts, and one for humans, as well as a Fenton Thermos. Those who have had the proper training may request to use the Jack-O-Ninetails, or the ecto-sabres."

Valerie raised her hand again, but Maddie predicted the question. "Yes, Valerie, you may use your jet sled." Valerie's jet sled, as well as her battlesuit, were pieces of equipment that they had stolen from Vlad. Valerie had insisted that she be trained to use them, and in all honesty, she really did have the most ability to use them. The nineteen-year old was a ninth-degree black belt, and could adapt to new weaponry very quickly.

"Any other questions?" Maddie asked, looking around. No other hands raised. Maddie smiled, sitting back down. "Then let's eat!"

"We good to go?"

"Good to go, boss!" Nineteen-year old Dash Baxter saluted to his boss. The teenager had been a former resident of Amity Park, however, he had sided with the ghosts, mainly due to his lack of will to resist the dominant power. Right now, he was working as a strong man in a research and development facility in Nevada.

Dash frowned, looking at the life pod that he and the other strongmen had loaded into the armored truck. Floating inside of it was his king's secret weapon. The blonde teenager's frown deepened. It didn't honestly look like much, but apparently it was almost as powerful as the king, and well it should be, because half of it's DNA came from him.

The other half came from Maddie Fenton. The fact puzzled those who did not known their background. It hurt Dash's head, thinking about it, so he tended not to.

Phantom. That was the name of the project. In the official records, it was actually marked down as '944/70/', which was essentially, just Phantom, in L33T-speak.

He was also like the king in the fact that he was only half-ghost. Vlad had made him that way so that he could penetrate the Ghost Shield and pass through ghost-detection equipment un-noticed. Phantom was designed to have the appearance of a nineteen-year old. He actually held two bodies, one human and one ghost.

As a human, Phantom appeared just like any other teenager. He had shaggy black hair that dropped over his left eye, and pale blue eyes. The only thing that set him apart was the large barcode burned into his back, his serial number tattooed underneath it.

As a ghost, he had likewise shaggy hair, except it was snow white. His eyes were a glowing green, and his skin was white as new-fallen snow. His ears were pointed in an elven fashion, and he had several black markings on his body-around his right eye, wrists, ankles, and belly button.

The weapon was currently floating the life pod, it's now light blue eyes shut. He was naked, except for a pair of white pants, black strips of bondage hooked onto them here and there.

Today was the day that they were shipping him out. Dash himself would get to go protect it from any pathetic rebel attacks, though Vlad doubted there would be any. After all, they didn't know the route he was taking to deliver the package.

But Vlad Masters was wrong.

He wasn't aware that Tucker Foley had managed to once again get past his new computer defense system, didn't know that he had managed to get a print-out of the route before he had to shut off, his timer warning him that discovery time was coming. He didn't know that the rebels had organized, and he didn't know that they had a plan.

But at the same time, the rebels didn't know what kind of weapon Vlad would have, only that it wasn't activated yet. They didn't know that it was part-human, and they certainly didn't know that it was made in part by using the DNA from Maddie Fenton, their beloved leader.

And so, neither side knowing important things about the other, the two clashed. It was a short, and easy victory for the rebels. The escort simply didn't expect an organized resistance, not even this close to their base in Amity Park. The humans were killed and the ghosts sealed or destroyed. Valerie did the honors with Dash. She hated human traitors almost as much as she hated ghosts. Almost.

Valerie was the first to enter the armored vehicle, the first to see what was inside. She stopped, staring at it. She wasn't sure what kind of weapon she was expecting, but certainly not one that looked like a human teenager.

"Mrs. Fenton..." She said slowly. "I think you need to see this..."

"What?" Maddie asked, sucking the last of the ghosts into her Fenton Thermos. She turned around and stepped into the truck, stopping as she laid her eyes open the black-haired boy floating admit the transparent ectoplasm in the life pod. She felt her mouth drop open slightly, working to form words.

"It's a..." She began.

Valerie finished for her. "...a person?"