That was the last straw! Danny pulled himself from the cascade of cardboard boxes and glared up at the spectre with his neon green eyes. The ghost he was battling with was no threat to him, just merely and annoyance, The Box Ghost... Seriously, where had this guy come from and what was up with him and boxes? Danny took to the air and collided his fist with the ghouls pudgy stomach, knocking him off balance. Seeing his opportunity, Danny swerved in the air and pulled out the 'Fenton Thermos' and aimed it at the winded target. He was momentarily blinded by the surge of green and white energy that flashed out from the device, but the yell of anger and surprise was more than enough satisfaction. With a smooth click, the lid was replaced and all was quiet.
Danny peeked open his eyes and saw the familiar green light on the side of the device indicating that his capture was a success. He smirked and slid the thermos back into the compartment on his belt and descended back to the ground. He felt the rush of energy pulse through him as he released his ghost-self. His white hair darkened and the neon green in his eyes melted into a bright blue. Once again, he found himself in his comfy jeans and T-shirt. Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine and an icy mist slithered out from his lips.
He braced himself, another ghost? Really? He scanned the area, but he couldn't see anything, in fact, the entire ghost sense had pretty much worn off by this point. Now, all that remained was the awkward feeling that he was being watched. Out of the corner of his eye, Danny saw something move.
In an instant, he was back in ghost form and holding a pulsating plasma ball in the palm of his hand, ready to attack. He jumped, ready to hover in the air to get a better view on the attacker when his foot slipped on a stray cardboard box, sending him falling backwards. He lay on his back and lifted his head, viewing the room upside down. However, what he saw surprised him. It was a fox. A small fox that looked just past cub-hood. Danny evaporated the plasma ball and rolled over to his knees to get a better look. He had to admit; it was a cute little thing. It flinched as he morphed back into his human form and eyed him suspiciously with it's unusually bright, violet eyes.
"It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt ya." he hushed, holding out his hand.
It tilted it's head to the side and edged it's way closer to him before nuzzling it's copper head against his palm. For a moment, Danny was sure that it smirked at him. In a swift flash of copper, it jumped up onto his shoulders and nipped his ear before using its tail to swipe at the thermos. The device was detached from it's fastening and was caught by the teeth of the fox. Danny cried out in surprise and went to snatch the thermos back, but the fox was already at the warehouse doorway. It paused for a moment to turn and face him. It winked at him, it actually winked at him, and then, it was gone.
Danny was frozen in shock, surely that didn't just happen? His hand prodded over his ear, it didn't hurt where the creature had nipped him, but it wasn't something he had been expecting. Great, now he'd lost the thermos to a stinking fox!
"This day just get's better and better..." he groaned, walking out into the street and heading home.
It had been an entire week since Danny had lost the ghost thermos to that weird fox. Needless to sat, Sam and Tucker had not been best pleased. They'd managed to find a replacement in the basement of his house, but it was still getting him down. He sat at his desk and waited for their teacher to show up. Sam arched an eyebrow at the doorway, making Danny and Tucker glance over. Their teacher, Mr. Lancer, had entered the room, but trailing behind him was someone that they'd never seen before.
"Well hello..." Tucker muttered.
"Class, as you know the school had been entered in a recent foreign exchange program. So allow me to introduce your new classmate, Vixey Den." he pulled out his 'teen-lingo' dictionary and cleared his throat, "Uh, show respect to ya fellow homie."
The room fell silent, Mr. Lancer sighed and shoved the book back into his packet. The new girl, Vixey, grinned and waved cheekily, showing off her oddly sharp looking teeth. In fact, everything about this girl seemed odd. Her thick, copper hair was pulled up to the top of her head in bunches that hung in waves down to her waist, the last few inches of her locks were faded from copper into pure white. Her bright eyes were a vibrant violet and seemed to be aware of every movement in the room whereas her slightly pointed ears gave her the air of someone who was very alert. Around her neck, she wore a pendant, but Danny couldn't make out what it was.
Danny felt a dig in the ribs from Tucker, "Recon I've got a shot?"
Sam rolled her eyes. Vixey smirked, but surely she couldn't have heard him from all the way over there? Vixey was told to take her seat, which it turned out was just in front of Danny. As she gracefully walked to her new desk, she paused to examine Danny carefully. He got the feeling that his ghost sense was about to activate, but it caught in his throat, making him shudder from the cold. She smiled sweetly and winked at him before taking her seat and turning her back on him. He turned to Sam and Ticker who were arching their brows questioningly, he replied with a shrug and tried to listen as Mr. Lancer started to teach. But he couldn't quite concentrate, he found it hard to listen anyway but today he couldn't shake the feeling in the pit of his stomach. He could feel that a ghost had been near, yet his ghost sense broke down half way through the detection. That had never happened to him before, and he didn't like it.
Later that day, Danny, Sam and Tucker were eating their lunch outside under the school apple tree in the shade. Danny was explaining to them the weird feeling he had experienced in the classroom.
"So you're saying that Vixey is some sort of ghost?" Sam asked, munching on her salad.
Danny shrugged, "I don't think so, it's not like I actually felt my ghost sense, I just expected to."
"Maybe it wasn't your ghost sense that was going off." Tucker smirked, "Sorry dude, I call dibs."
"That is so typical pig-headed boy..." Sam muttered, rolling her eyes.
Danny leaned back against the trunk of the tree, "Maybe I've just been working to hard on this ghost stuff, it's messing with my head! Especially after that box-ghost incident..."
Sam nodded, "Good point, and will you stop beating yourself up about that, it wasn't your fault. Try taking it easy for a while."
"Yeah and then you never know, when a real ghost shows up your ghost sense will just hit you. OW!"
Tucker jumped to his feet, hands clutching his head as he looked up into the branches. An apple rolled in front of them having recently falling from the tree. They heard a giggle and the leaves started rustling. They jumped back in alarm as a figure swung into view, upside down and hanging with its legs hooked over one of the lower braches.
The new girl, Vixey, even upside down her violet eyes still level with theirs and her bunches dangling about a foot off the ground. She held a half-eaten apple in her hands and a cheeky grin.
"Sorry guys, how about them apples?" she winked, taking a bite.
"We're you eavesdropping on us?" Sam asked, folding her arms.
"Huh? No, I was looking for a good branch to sit and eat my lunch, but then I saw that I'd shaken a few apples loose and came down to apologise." she said sheepishly, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Tucker quickly composed himself and smirked, "Nah, nothing hurts me!"
"Is that right, nerd?" a cruel voice from behind them laughed.
Dash, the local jock stood poised with his arms folded and his all to familiar sneer plastered onto his face. Tucker instantly flushed and backed away. The jock smirked and eyed the upside down Vixey with interest.
"You don't want to go ruin your already non-existent rep with 'Fen-dork' and his nerds. Why not come hang around with me and the other popular peeps?"
Vixey arched her brow and smiled. She reached up to grip the branch and carry out a back-flip, landing perfectly on her feet, eyes bright with mischief.
"I would, but you see, I don't hang around with losers who don't shower after football practice, find pleasure in making fun of others and wear boxers with teddy-bears on them." she was glaring at him now, her face merely inches away from his, here eyed glanced downwards before snapping them back up to his.
"How did... AGH!" Dash looked down and noticed that his jeans were now around his ankles, the buckle of his belt sliced in half, he rushed to pull them up as people from across the school grounds started pointing and laughing, he started shuffling away, "I'll get you for that!"
Vixey waved, "I'm sure you will, along with some new underwear and some soap!"
Danny had to admit, this girl had guts, "Uh, thanks for that."
She shrugged, "No problem, mind if I sit with you guys?"
They shook their heads and returned to sitting on the grass. Sam watched carefully as Vixey pulled out a paper bag with a large recycling logo plastered on the side of it.
"You're a ultra-recyclo-vegetarian too?" she asked sceptically.
Vixey chewed her lips anxiously and pulled out a chicken sandwich, "Can I meet you half way? I'm an environmentalist, but I'm a meat eater, sorry."
Sam shrugged and smirked, "Hey it's better than nothing. I'm Sam by the way."
"The name's, Tucker, but the ladies call me..."
"Dork." Sam finished for him with a laugh.
"And I'm -"
"Danny, yeah, I know, you're parents are quite the talk around these parts." Vixey said, was that a hint of nervousness in her eye? "It's great to meet you properly."
They talked for the remainder of the lunch period. Danny quickly grew to like this girl, however, there was still something a little off about her that he just couldn't put his finger on. He noticed that she gave very little away about herself. In fact, she didn't give anything away. All that he had managed to get out of her was that she used to live in the countryside out of town, and only moved into the city about two weeks ago. That was it, nothing about her family or the name of the town she was from, nothing. Danny didn't mind about holding back info, he'd be a hypocrite if he did, but there was still something that didn't sit right with him. And what exactly did she mean by meeting him 'properly'?