AN: Chapter One of Moonlit Bane, finally written! Wow, I've had this one in progress forever. xD The first chapter is fairly short but I'm pleased with it like this. I was going to extend it, but decided to leave it off on the slightly more humorous note. This is going to be quite a bit different from most werewolf Danny fictions you've seen out there. The main differences should be quite clear, so I don't really feel the need to expalin them.

Also, dragonghosthalfa did some pre-concept fanart for me of this story, so I want everybody to check it out and leave prettyful comments on it! Tay?

www. deviantart. com / deviation / 40352959 /

Danny Phantom doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Butch Hartman, and I'm not making a profit off of this. Remember to read and review everyone! Teh Samba-chan likes reviews

Moonlit Bane

Chapter One: The Wolf and the Boy

"Wow, I didn't expect the movie to last this long." Nineteen-year old Samantha Manson commented as she stepped outside of the movie theatre and onto the darkened streets of her hometown, Amity Park. She paused to stretch, bending backwards a bit until her back popped, letting out a breath of relief. One would think that comfortable seats would be a priority at movie theaters.

"Ah, well. It was well worth it though." She smiled to herself as she pulled out her cell phone and turned it on. Her smile dimmed almost instantly as it light up and she let out an irritated sigh. "Four messages?" She groaned. "And look who they're all from... my mother." Without listening to them, she turned her cell phone off and shoved it into her pocket.

"I'm nineteen now... I really don't like the fact that she think she has to constantly supervise my every move still." She half-grinned to herself. "Come to think of it, I didn't even like it back when I was little. Ah, well."

The gothic girl made her way through the parking lot, her black combat boots plodding along the pavement. She wore a thin black jacket to protect herself from the autumn cold, along with a long-sleeved black shirt, a skull and crossbones printed in the center. She wore a pair of somewhat baggy black pants, three silver hoop earrings glistening in each ear. She spun her keychain around her finger, grinning as she came across her car. A small convertible Beetle-in black, of course. Just perfect for her.

"Best trade-in ever." She said to herself as she unlocked the door. Her parents had originally bought her a hideous, gas-guzzling SUV for her eighteenth birthday, but Sam had traded it in for the smaller, more environmentally friendly car. And she was able to get some money back from it to spend on other gifts for herself, since her parents really never did give her anything good. Or at least... not what she would consider good.

Sliding into the car and closing the door behind her, she strapped on the seatbelt and got comfortable in her seat. It wasn't a long drive back to her house from here, but it wasn't one she liked making at night. Night driving itself was dangerous, but when one lived in a city such as Amity Park, you also had to deal with the constant onslaught of lights from oncoming cars.

Despite her general dislike of driving at night, the majority of it went fairly smoothly. Her eyesight was far better than most peoples-she had made a point to never spoil her perfectly good night vision. She smiled to herself as she drew closer to her house, knowing that she was within a few blocks of it.

And then she slammed on the brakes, hard. She heard the squeal of tires behind her, and winced as she knew she had most likely been this close from being rear-ended.

Quietly, she pulled her car over to the side of the road and stepped out of it. Her eyes searched the grass besides her for what she had thought she had just glimpsed out of the corner of her eye. Her violet eyes fell on it, and she felt her heart pound loudly in her chest. Oh God...

"Hey!" Sam was forced to tear her eyes away from the sight, looking at the angry driver she had come to a stop in front of. She had pulled over as well, her bright red lipstick standing out even in the dark. "What was the big idea, miss? I nearly hit you!"

Sam didn't say a word to her, moving over onto the grass besides her car and kneeling down, softly speaking once she had. "This." Her gentle hands fell on the animal that lay there. Ignoring the sharp gasp of the red lipsticked-woman, she put her head down on the animal's chest, closing her eyes, delighting in finding that it was still breathing... for now.

The animal itself was something strange, but Sam would worry about that later. It was often one saw white wolves, if at all. And one certainly didn't see them in Amity Park. But how the wolf got here wasn't important, what was important was that it wasn't moving, and it was barely breathing. She slowly ran her hands down it's leg, and was both relieved and frightened for it when the creature let out a low whine. One of it's forelegs was hurt, broken or strained, she couldn't tell which.

"Dammnit..." She swore under her breath as she ran her hands over the rest of it's body, making sure that nothing else was injured. The wolf had opened it's eyes now, yellow eyes staring back at her. She could see panic in them, and fear... but it was a strange kind of fear. It didn't seem that the wolf was afraid of her-in fact, it seemed quite comfortable around the human woman. Instead, it seemed afraid of something else. It glanced back towards the woods it had come from as best it could, and Sam found her gaze following it, her heart starting to pound nervously in her chest. There was something wrong here.

She showed none of this though, giving the wolf a soft smile. She glanced down at her watch, and cursed under her breath. It was late. She bit her lip, before nodding, carefully wrapping her arms around the fallen animal. It looked up at her, curiosity in it's eyes. She spoke to it, her voice calm and reassuring. "Shhh... I'm going to take you home with me, allright? And in the morning, I'm going to take you someplace where we can get your leg looked at. Okay?"

The wolf seemed to understand, or at least felt safe with her, for it closed it's eyes and let sleep claim it. Sam carefully placed it in the back seat of her car, making sure that it was secure. She climbed into the front seat, finding her way back onto the street, and driving the last few blocks towards her apartment as carefully as she could.

Upon arrival, she parked the car in the garage, and carefully picked up the animal again, making sure not to cause it any unnecessary pain on it's injured foreleg. She smiled slightly-the animal seemed to be deep in sleep. She slowly made her way up to her apartment, ignoring the look from the woman in the lobby, and heading up in the elevator, resisting the urge to shift the wolf around in her arms. Damn, but it was heavy. She should have expected that.

She carefully put the animal down, unlocking the door to her apartment before she picked it up again, making her way over to her bed, where she placed it on it's uninjured side, fluffing the pillow under it's head so it could be comfortable. She smiled down at it for a few minutes, just watching it inhale and exhale, before a hiss drew her attention away from it, and she gave a sigh.

"Cats." She laughed, crossing the room to pick up her the gray-spotted black kitty, cradling it in her arms and planting a soft kiss on the top of it's little head. "Don't be so upset, baby. The poor things injured, and it's late. He'll just be staying the night, and then your mom's going to take him to the vet? Okay?"

The cat gave her a rather disbelieving look, and Sam laughed, hugging the cat once more before she put it down in its bed. She laughed again as it gave her another glower, before it curled up. "Ahhh... pets." She grinned, taking a seat in her computer chair, sitting in backwards, and looking at the two sleeping animals. "Doubt I'm going to get much sleep tonight..."

Beep.

"...nnnghhh..."

Beep.

"Mmmmnnn..."

BEEP.

"Allright already!" Sam snapped her violet eyes open in irritation, yelping as she found herself falling backwards, the chair she had fallen asleep in tumbling on top of her. She groaned, lying sprawled on the floor for a few moments, staring up at the ceiling. "...I can't believe I feel asleep. I'm going to be cramped for days now..." She heaved a sigh, closing her eyes.

A soft lick on her eye forced her to open them, and she looked over, smiling at her cat. "Allright, I'll get up. Your hungry, right?" She sighed, pushing the chair off of herself, running a hand through her hair to straighten it out a bit. "I bet our guest is hungry too..." She said, as she looked over towards the bed.

And did a double-take. The sheets on the bed were twisted, and the white wolf in it was missing.

"Eh?" She quickly went over to the bed, lifting the sheets and peeking under them as if the canine would magically appear. "What? Where..." She sighed. "Where could it have gone? It's injured, it can't possibly have thought to start walking around..." She groaned, running another hand through her hair, blowing back her disheveled bangs.

"Well... he couldn't have left the apartment." She straightened up and turned around, smacking straight into a person. She let out a second yelp, falling back on the bed. "Who the!" She started to say, her mouth dropping as she realized that the man who had mysteriously appeared in her apartment was naked. A blush rose to her cheeks and she found herself staring for a few minutes, headless of manners, before she forced herself to look up.

And found herself staring again.

"Holy..." She mummered out, only having to take one good look at the man's yellow eyes for a connection to form in her mind. "...shit..." she finished her sentence, gawking considerably.

She had taken in a Lycanthorpe.

It was around this time that the man seemed to notice the fact that he was indeed, naked, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. Sam's body moved without her really directing it to, handing the man a bed sheet, which her quietly wrapped around his waist. She noted that he seemed to favor his left arm, what would have been the wolf's injured left foreleg.

There was more silence then. Sam kept expecting the man to say something, but he didn't speak. No, he did try to speak, but everytime he opened his mouth, no sounds really came out. Eventually he gave up, an irritated look crossing his features.

Funny... she'd never heard that lycanthorpes were mute. Now that he was at least somewhat concealed, the raven-haired woman had begun to think a bit more clearly, taking in the rest of him. His hair was the same color as hers, though he had quite a bit more of it.

"Uh..." Sam chewed on her lip a bit, before she stood up, brushing off her pants a bit. "Um." She got out a few more of those before she actually began to say anything that counted as words. "I'm... Sam Manson?" She half-laughed, her heart pounding in her chest.

The raven-haired Lycanthorpe seemed to search around the room, glancing awkwardly back at the woman, his mouth opening and closing a few more times, before he hung his head in defeat. Sam almost had to laugh... this guy was nothing like she would have expected a Lycanthorpe to be. She quickly hurried over to her desk, fetching a pen and some paper, and handing them to him.

His eyes lit up and he smiled at her, uncapping the pen, and scribbling on the paper, balancing the notepad carefully on his left arm. He displayed the finished product to her. Danny. It read. I'm sorry about this... I know that... uh, this is a bit strange... but... He left off there, obviously predicting a reaction.

She laughed. "No, it's allright. It's nice to meet you Danny." She offered her hand, which he shook awkwardly with his better arm. She looked at his left one, her mouth twisting into a frown. "Um, how's your arm...?"

Danny retracted his hand from her grasp, writing away again. Sam pulled up the chair from her desk, and gave it to him, which he sat down in. He turned the notepad over, and she read it. It's sore, but it'll be allright. Lycanthorpes heal quickly.

She heaved a sigh. "I'm glad. How did you get hurt anyways?"

It's not important. He wrote. I don't want to get you involved in my problems. Once I've healed enough to walk, I'll leave.

"But why not?" Sam frowned. "Danny, I got myself involved in your problems, whatever they might be."

It's dangerous.

She heaved a sigh, running a hand through her hair. "Well, do you at least promise to stay until your arm heals all the way?" The Lycanthorpe nodded and Sam smiled. "Allright."

Thank you. He wrote, smiling at her softly.

"It's no problem." She shook her head. "But first..." Sam found herself staring back down at the bedsheet that concealed his privates. "I'm going to get you some clothes."

Danny wrote nothing, only giving a blush in response.