I know that I already have two other stories in progress right now but I was dying to make a DXS Fic. This will be my first so criticism is welcome.

Samantha Manson (although if anyone called her Samantha besides her mother she would probably beat them up) was walking toward her house with thoughts bouncing around her head like ping-pong balls.

She squinted at her watch under the street lamp and realized that it was almost two in the morning. Her parents were going to kill her. Although that would soon become the least of her worries as the night continued.

It was a nice enough night. The stars were shining and the creatures of the night were doing their thing. Crickets chirped in lawns, bugs hummed around porch lights, and even a bat or two flew around looking for food.

Danny, Tucker, and Sam had just finished fighting several ghosts. Well, Danny was the one who did the fighting but Sam was still there for support. Most of the ghosts were simply mutated animals sent courtesy of Vlad Plasmius. Then the three friends went their separate ways to go home.

Sam had watched the fights with admiring eyes. Danny had gotten so much stronger since the ghost portal accident. He had also grown in other ways. He was cockier, more confident, more handsome…

She shook her head as if clearing out the last thought and continued walking. It was a cold spring night and she shivered a little in her short black skirt and tank top. "I have to start wearing something warmer than this." She muttered to herself.

Almost in her head she heard a strange voice. "I think you look much better in your short amount of clothing." Sam looked around. No one was there and all that she heard was the wind. If she had been feeling brave at that moment she would have yelled at her follower and told them to show themselves. But since she was alone late at night and Amity was frequently haunted she was feeling more cowardly by the minute.

Her thoughts took over her mind again as she resumed walking towards her house that seemed like it was miles away. More Danny filled thoughts came unwanted to her. The way he smiled, the way he was forgetful and funny. If only he liked her back.

The wind grew louder and the night grew colder as if something bad was going to come. Sam wrapped her arms around herself and distracted her fear by saying her thoughts out loud. "Of course Danny and I couldn't be together. If we broke up than our friendship would split as well. I certainly don't want that."

The eerie voice that seemed to belong to the air came back. Echoing her words. "You certainly don't want that." Thenthe wind abruptly stopped.

Sam looked around and this time called out, "Who's there? Is that you Danny?" Even before the wind came back Sam knew the answer; she was just too afraid to admit it.

The wind became even harsher and the air more frigid. "No." was all that it said and that was enough to make Sam's blood freeze. She glanced around once more before she turned around and continued walking towards her house. Her footsteps seemed to echo and she stopped.

There were still footsteps behind her. Sam spun around and saw no one. The footsteps had ceased. Then Sam half walked half jogged to her house that was only two blocks away.

Footfalls continued behind her. They still sounded like the person was walking at a normal pace, but they never faded which meant that the jogging Sam was not getting any farther away. It was like being on a treadmill

Still no one was behind her when she looked over her shoulder. She wished more than anything that Danny was here right now. Sam hated being the damsel in distress but now that the danger was real, and there was no one the save her she longed for being the one carried to safety in Danny's arms.

Finally she remembered her self defense classes that her mother had insisted on her taking just for this sort of thing. Ok so it was for human rapists, and ok so ghosts probably didn't feel it when you tried to beat them up without ghost powers, but she could still try. She hadn't needed to defend herself for so long that she had forgotten most of her training up till now.

She turned around and finally saw a figure standing ten feet behind her. It wasn't necessarily a ghost. It didn't glow and looked like a human, but she couldn't see its face. There was an unhelpful lack of street lights out here and all that she saw of the person was his silhouette.

"What do you want?" she said trying to sound as menacing as she could. The figure took a step forward and Sam took one back. Who ever or whatever this thing was it was not something good.

"What I want is for me to know and you to find out eventually." If Sam had sounded menacing than this guy sounded like evil incarnate. Chills went up Sam's spine. He advanced on her and she turned and ran.

Wind whipped her hair around her head as she sprinted towards her house. It was almost like it was trying to push her back to him. Her side ached and she was out of breath. That was odd because she was in great shape.

After what felt like long strenuous hours of marathon running Sam finally made it to her mansion. She could sense the stranger somewhere but she could not see him. She reached inside a little hidden pocket on her skirt and pulled out her key.

In her fear she dropped the key and when she bent over to pick it up she almost half expected to feel him grab her from behind. Nothing came but as soon as she stood up the wind began to howl. It pulled at her clothes as if trying to rip them from her body. And she was positive that that was what it wanted to do.

She tried to scream but the wind ripped the sounds from the air and shredded it. Even the air vanished and Sam started to turn blue. Where oh where was Danny?

Her lungs burned and her eyes watered as she felt the lack of air begin to kill her. She gasped and collapsed onto her porch. Suddenly the terrifying wind stopped. The street in front of her house was empty and silence greeted her ears.

Then the sounds of the night continued like they had never stopped. Sam looked around for her pursuer once more and felt relived that he was no where to be seen. She unlocked the door to her house and went inside.

"Samantha Manson where have you been!" Sam's mother was standing in front of Sam in her bright pink night gown with a very angry look on her face. "It's nearly two thirty in the morning and you have only just come home!" Half an hour. The walk home had lasted half an hour. Usually it took about ten minutes.

Sam looked up at her mother and said, "Nothing really happened. I just took the long way home." If she had mentioned the evil follower she had encountered then her mother wouldn't let her leave the house for a very long time.

"Well next time you decide to stare at nature try doing it in the daytime when you can actually see it!" Sam smiled at her worrywart mother and walked up the stairs to her room. She planned to call the police in the morning, but unfortunately by then she would forget all about her little experience.

Outside on the silent street stood Sam's stalker. He stood in front of the huge house barely feeling the wind blow past him. Sooner or later he would get his master's prize. Master always gets his prize.

The figure's eyes blazed red and he vanished into thin air; leaving the wind to rattle against the window of his victim's room and keep her awake all night.