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Alexander studied him for a moment longer before sighing again. “Alright. If you feel that strongly about it, I won’t stop you. But be careful. The council is always watching, and if they find out you’ve revealed yourself to humans, there will be consequences." Danny nodded, a wave of relief washing over him. “I’ll handle it. I just need to be honest with them.” Alexander’s lips quirked into a faint, bittersweet smile. “I hope, for your sake, they understand. This is a dangerous world you're stepping into, and dragging them into it could have repercussions you haven’t even thought of yet.” Danny swallowed hard, knowing the weight of what he was about to do. But he had to trust Sam and Tucker. He couldn’t keep them in the dark any longer. Not with what was at stake. The next night, Danny was pacing his bedroom floor, his nerves frayed from the recent feed. The hunger was under control for now, but the weight of what he was about to reveal to Sam and Tucker was heavy on his shoulders. He had called them over for an urgent meeting, his heart racing as he waited for them to arrive. The door creaked open, and Sam and Tucker stepped in, their expressions curious but concerned. "Hey, Danny," Sam said, her eyes scanning his tense form. "You said it was important. What’s up?" Tucker followed close behind, his gaze moving between Danny and Sam, trying to gauge the situation. “Yeah, man, what’s going on? You look like you’re about to explode.” Danny took a deep breath, his nerves threatening to overwhelm him. “I… I need to tell you guys something. It’s really important, and you have to promise me you won’t freak out or run away.” Sam raised an eyebrow, her concern deepening. “Danny, what’s this about? You’re scaring us.” Danny stopped pacing and faced them, his heart pounding. “Look, you know I’ve been dealing with a lot lately—ghosts, powers, all that. But there’s something else I’ve been keeping from you. Something big.” Tucker exchanged a worried glance with Sam. “What do you mean? What aren’t you telling us?” Danny swallowed hard, his mind flashing back to the night’s feed, the blood still fresh on his lips. “I’m not just a half-ghost anymore. I’m… I’m a vampire.” The room fell silent. Sam’s eyes widened in shock, and Tucker’s jaw dropped. “What? That’s insane,” Sam said, shaking her head. “Vampires aren’t real.” Danny’s gaze was steady as he met their shocked expressions. “I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true. I didn’t want to tell you like this, but I’ve been struggling with it. I… I have to feed on blood now. I’ve been trying to control it, but it’s been really hard.” Tucker looked at Danny with disbelief. “Are you serious? This isn’t some kind of joke, right?” Danny shook his head, his eyes pleading. “No joke. I’ve been trying to manage it, but it’s real. I didn’t want to put you in danger, and I didn’t want to lie to you. I know it’s a lot to take in, but I need your help. I need you to understand what’s happening to me.” Sam’s expression softened, though she still looked wary. “Danny, we’ve been through so much together. If this is really happening, we’re not going to just abandon you. But you have to be honest with us about everything.” Tucker nodded, still processing the revelation but showing a hint of resolve. “Yeah, man. We’re with you. Just… explain everything. What does this mean for us?” Danny felt a wave of relief at their response, though the gravity of his situation still weighed heavily on him. “I’ve been learning to manage it, but it’s difficult. I’m afraid of hurting people, and the cravings… they’re intense. Alexander, the vampire who turned me, has been trying to teach me how to control it, but I’m still figuring it out.” Sam took a deep breath, reaching out to touch Danny’s arm. “We’ll figure this out together. Just promise us you’ll be careful and keep us in the loop.” Danny nodded, grateful for their support. “I promise. I’ll do my best.” Tucker put a hand on Danny’s shoulder, offering a reassuring smile. “Alright, man. We’ll help you however we can. Just keep us updated and don’t hide anything from us.” With a heavy heart but a newfound sense of relief, Danny knew he had made the right choice. The path ahead was uncertain, but he wasn’t alone. Sam and Tucker were with him, ready to face whatever came next. Danny, with a newfound weight lifted from his shoulders, looked at Sam and Tucker with earnest eyes. “I appreciate your support more than you know, but there’s one more thing. You have to keep this a secret. If anyone finds out, especially the wrong people, it could be dangerous for all of us. Can I count on you to keep it between us?” Sam nodded firmly. “You have our word, Danny. We won’t tell anyone.” Tucker added, “Yeah, no problem. We’ll keep this under wraps. But remember, we’re here to help.” Danny felt a surge of gratitude but also a growing sense of dread. The next day at school, the lack of privacy made managing his hunger even more challenging. He tried to focus on his classes, but the smell of blood, even in the faintest traces, was overwhelming. His senses were heightened, picking up on the smallest signs of life around him. As he walked through the crowded halls, Danny’s stomach churned with hunger. The pangs were becoming harder to ignore. Every heartbeat, every pulse, seemed to echo through his senses, drawing his attention in an involuntary way. He struggled to concentrate on conversations and schoolwork, his thoughts constantly drifting to the need to feed. During lunch, Danny sat with Sam and Tucker, trying to maintain normalcy. Despite their attempts to distract him with conversation and laughter, Danny’s focus kept slipping. The scent of blood from students passing by was almost unbearable. He excused himself early from lunch, claiming he wasn’t feeling well. As he made his way to the bathroom, his hunger gnawed at him, making it difficult to keep his composure. In the bathroom, Danny tried to calm himself, taking deep breaths and reminding himself of the control he had vowed to maintain. He washed his face in cold water, but the hunger was relentless. It became increasingly clear that he needed a more sustainable solution, especially with no secluded spots available during school hours. He was running out of time and options. As the school day dragged on, Danny knew he had to find a way to manage his cravings more effectively. He couldn’t afford to let his hunger get the better of him, especially with his friends and his own safety on the line. He needed to come up with a plan to handle the situation before it spiraled out of control. Danny stood in front of the bathroom sink, the cool water splashing against his face barely easing the burning hunger inside him. His reflection looked back at him, eyes slightly glowing with the hunger he struggled to suppress. The relentless pangs made it hard to concentrate on anything other than the urgent need for blood. As Danny was about to collect himself, the bathroom door creaked open. Wes stepped inside, his usual confident stride interrupted by the sight of Danny’s strained expression. Danny’s eyes sharpened as he recognized the opportunity before him. Wes glanced at Danny, then at the sink. “Hey, Fenton. You okay?” he asked, noticing Danny’s troubled demeanor. Danny’s mind raced with a plan. His eyes met Wes’s with an intense, almost magnetic gaze. “Yeah, just feeling a bit off,” Danny replied, his voice smooth and inviting. He could already feel his influence taking hold, a subtle power that began to work through his words and actions. Wes stepped closer, seemingly drawn by Danny’s presence. “You sure? You don’t look too well.” Danny took a deep breath, trying to steady his heartbeat. He slowly approached Wes, his movements deliberate and calm. “I could use some help,” Danny said, his voice dripping with a soothing, almost hypnotic quality. “You know, just someone to talk to.” Wes, caught in Danny’s gaze, nodded slowly, his defenses weakening. “Alright, if you need it.” Danny’s hunger was controlled, a razor-sharp focus guiding his actions. He gently touched Wes’s arm, leading him to a secluded corner of the bathroom, away from any chance of interruption. The dim lighting cast soft shadows, creating an intimate, almost sensual atmosphere. Wes’s trust in Danny was evident as he leaned against the wall, his eyes half-closed, entranced by Danny’s presence. Danny’s gaze dropped to Wes’s neck, the pulse just beneath the skin a tantalizing temptation. Danny’s fangs elongated, their presence a subtle shift that only he could feel. He leaned in, his breath warm against Wes’s skin. He pressed his lips softly against Wes’s neck, his touch light and deliberate. Wes shivered, his breath hitching slightly. With practiced control, Danny’s fangs pierced the skin with a gentle precision, drawing a small, controlled sip of blood. The taste was satisfying, a soothing balm to his burning hunger. He savored the moment, the connection between them intimate and almost tender. Wes remained oblivious, lost in the trance Danny had woven around him. Danny withdrew slowly, leaving only a slight, barely noticeable mark behind. His senses were heightened, every drop of blood a precious relief from the tormenting hunger. Danny gently guided Wes back to the bathroom sink, his touch still soft and reassuring. “Thanks for listening,” Danny said, his voice a gentle murmur. “I really appreciate it.” Wes blinked, shaking off the fog of Danny’s influence. “No problem, Fenton. Anytime.” As Wes left the bathroom, Danny watched him go, a sense of relief washing over him. He had managed his hunger without causing harm and had influenced Wes without raising suspicion. The encounter had been controlled, almost sensually so, and Danny felt a brief surge of satisfaction. He knew he had to remain vigilant, but for now, the immediate danger was passed. Danny leaned against the bathroom sink, trying to steady his breathing and shake off the unsettling feeling that had settled over him. The encounter with Wes had been controlled, but the smooth, almost seductive nature of his instincts left a sickening aftertaste in his mind. The realization that his abilities had become so polished, so effortlessly manipulative, was both intriguing and horrifying. He took a moment to compose himself, his hands gripping the edge of the sink. The cold ceramic felt reassuring against his palms. He focused on dispelling the disquieting thoughts and the lingering thrill of the feeding. Danny knew he had to regain his composure before facing Sam and Tucker again. When he finally walked back to where Sam and Tucker were waiting, their concerned expressions were immediately apparent. Sam's eyes were full of worry, and Tucker looked like he was about to ask a hundred questions. “Danny, what happened?” Sam asked, her voice tinged with anxiety. “You seemed off.” Danny forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil beneath the surface. “I handled it,” he said, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of tension. “Just had to take care of something. I’m okay.” Tucker raised an eyebrow, still unconvinced but willing to drop the subject for now. “If you say so. Just let us know if you need anything, okay?” Danny nodded, grateful for their concern but also eager to move past the uncomfortable encounter. He didn’t want to worry them further with the unsettling truth of his newfound abilities. “Thanks, guys. I appreciate it.”