Drowning In Power (Book 2 of Danny Phantom Trilogy)

Supernatural Love

Moi-Moi: Hey guys! It's been a while. I know. I've been SUPER busy. I can't tell you how busy I am. I'm in my last semester of college and I'm trying to solidify my transition to grad school while not failing my last set of classes. Pray for me. No, seriously. Pray for me.

Anyways, this chapter goes a bit heavy on the romance so I hope you guys are ready for this. If you find yourself screaming, "Get back to the action!" don't worry. That's coming really soon. Like, you have noooo idea what I have planned (not just for this story, but the next one as well). It's all coming into focus now. ;)

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This witch was a crafty one. Not only was she powerful, but she had the ghost child at her beck and call. He'd sent well over fifty ghosts to capture her, but not a single one had returned. If he wanted to capture her, he'd have to work smart. She must already be onto him...

The Fright Knight had never dueled a witch before and had never envisioned himself needing to. But if he was going to finish the task that he had assigned to himself, he would need to take precautions. His precautions came in the form of potent sedatives and magic-suppressing shackles. These shackles were extremely old and one of a kind. He'd procured them centuries ago, but hadn't had any use for them until now.

The iron shackles had been treated with the oils from a (now extinct) plant that was known to suppress a witch's magic. Once upon a time, it was the only way for a ghost to defend themself against a witch. Luckily, it had only grown in the ghost zone. But past witches were quick to wipe out all traces of the plant and all remaining hope any ghost might have had a long time ago.

Fright Knight placed his fully stocked saddle onto his Nightmare's back. If these didn't help him capture that witch, nothing would.

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These were desperate times. That was the only reason Danny could rationalize going to Vlad (of all people!) for help. Vlad was the only one he knew with the means for gathering information and probably the only person left who would help him. Then again, maybe Clockwork would be willing to help? Danny scoffed. It was more likely that Clockwork would offer cryptic advice and smug looks.

Intangibly slipping past the concrete walls of Vlad's city hall office, Danny squared his shoulders and flew in front of Vlad. The older halfa was in the middle of a phone call and barely offered Danny a glance. Folding his arms impatiently, Danny glared down at Vlad.

"...Yes. I understand. But there simply aren't enough funds in the budget for-" Vlad argued into the phone. Apparently, not all the desperation in the world could increase Danny's patience with Vlad. Without any hesitation, Danny pressed down on the switch and ended the call. Sighing loudly, Vlad glanced up at Danny in annoyance. "I suppose the high school really doesn't need more funds for repairs anyway," Vlad commented.

"I'm here on business, Vlad."

"And what can I do for you, Daniel?"

"I... need your help," Danny reluctantly admitted.

Vlad instantly peeked up. A sly grin slowly slid onto his face as Vlad leaned back onto his plush chair. "Well, this is a surprise. And how can I help you, my boy?"

"It's not for me. It's for Kagome."

Vlad raised a brow. "Is there something wrong with Kagome?" Vlad asked with a serious expression. What could be wrong with Kagome?