Thankyou all for reviewing! I even got a beta, SephCurrentDaughterofPoseido n. She's a Harry Pottor, Percy Jackson, Resident Evil series, and Hunger Games writer. Plus she's my bestfriend/sissy, she came over Saturday.
This is starting off slow. I'm so sorry, but I'll give you a spolier: Sam meets Phantom in next chapter. And LOTS of PhantomxSam moments
Read and compare my little children!
I was standing there in shock, looking at the poster as Danny reached his arms up for me to hold him. The poor guy must be petrified. I picked him up and bounced him up and down on my hip before kissing his forehead.
"Are you okay?" I asked as he shook his head, gripping my shoulder.
"Wanna sleep here with me tonight?" I asked walking to the door. Danny lifted his head, snuggling into my neck.
"I wished you talk Danny."
Ocean meets Amethyst.
"...Am" Danny mutters.
"What?" I asked as I pull back the sheets.
"Sao..." Danny stutters again.
"Are you trying to say 'Sam'?" I asked crawling into the bed.
"Sam." He said before leaning up, resulting in him kissing me.
"Now Danny," I said pushing him back, "you're ten and I'm twenty one. We can't do that."
"Sam!" He growled, putting his head in my chest. I stroked his back until he fell asleep.
The next day was Saturday, Dash was off and decided to spend time with his children, meaning I was off for the day. Surprisingly for a pervert bastard, he's a great dad. Danny wasn't too happy to see me take my purse and leave.
As I walked behind the house I saw I flash of eggshell locks from the shed. The hair that reminds me of my first love, Elliot Gregor. He was a foreign exchange student at Casper. We used to drink pure vodka, smoke weed, and have sex. One day he was high and drunk driving us from our date at the movies. We crashed and were rushed to the hospital. When I awoke, my parents were there, happy I was alive, mad and sad about what I was doing. I immediately asked about Elliot. His parents told my parents he was announced dead. I was heartbroken for a year. He wasn't dead; I could still feel his presence.
I went into a local antique shop. As I was looking around, a dark skinned hand reached out beside me and grasped my wrist.
"You must leave!" The voice hissed scorchingly into my ear.
"What!" I gasped as I snatch my hand back. "The fuck!"
I looked at the woman before me. She was an African American lady with salt and pepper hair. The skin on her face hung bit, dark circles brightened her olive eyes, and her bright ruby lipstick was bright enough to scare a clown, along with her blush and falsies.
"Leave!" She hissed again, "The Baxters will kill you!"
"Look, I dunno what problems you have with the Baxters, but I need the job." I said as she frowned. I noticed her face was in a perfect 'C' structure.
"The horrible legends!" She shouted.
"Legends?" I asked with interest. I was still gothic, so ghastly legends still energized me.
"How about you buy us some tea and we shall talk," she said, regrabbing my wrist and hauling me out the store. I silently followed, curious about the sanity of this dark-skinned woman.
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We sat in Sweet Jane Café, a small café a block way from Baxters' mansion. The lady ordered a spice tea and four scones; I ordered a latté, extra foam with a Homer Simpson's doughnut. Once the drinks were here I paid the waitress and appointed all my attention on her.
"My name is Valerie Grey. Well Valerie Yellies." She started off before sipping her tea.
Valerie... I heard that name somewhere...
"I'm married to a woman named Ariana." My eyes widen at that statement. "I was married to Auspice; a German male, but he had a sex change. Stupid fucker. I'm widow now, sugar."
"Oh God." I mumbled.
"I use to be Dashiel's nanny, but I had to leave." Valerie said gently.
Valerie! The woman that made Danny go mute! The nanny that scared both of Dash's children. That bitch had some nerve!
"I see you're angry," Valerie perceived.
"Yes I am! Do you know that Danny still can't talk? He can only say my name?" I growled.
"So you're the chosen one!" Valerie gasped.
"What are you talking about?" I asked angrily, "You come and scare the crap outta me, telling me to leave. Then pull me in this darn café stating I'm 'the chosen one'. Explain!"
"It was 1952..."
-flashback-
Little Mikey Jones was the son of Dashton Fryer. Dashton was a famous witch hunter that spent most of time hunting witches and burning them, leaving his only son at home alone.
One day, while working he found a woman; her midnight blue tresses were enlightened in the flames, her eyes glowed kelly green and her cornflower lips were trembling. Tears running down her cheeks, she stated her name was Ember.
Ember was a witch that came to him, begging him not to kill her children but her instead. Dashton's heart broke to see a woman who loved her children so much as to sacrifice herself to protect them. Dashton agreed to spare her if she took care of his child.
Little Mikey was sitting at home with a small toy shovel.
"Michael." Dashton said opening the dark brown door, "We have a visitor."
Mikey scurried off the floor and begin to run upstairs. Dashton grip his hand preventing him from going anywhere. Dashton smoothly told Mikey that the visitor was for him.
The gentlemen walked into the living room where Ember was sitting. Mikey's jaw dropped as he watched her flip her hair over her shoulder. She gave a loving-mother smile as she walked toward him.
"Hi Mikey, my name is Ember McClain." She went onto her knees, "Your new nanny."
Mikey smiled as Ember lifted him. He knew he'd always be safe, happy and loved. Half of a year later, was little Mikey's birthday, and Dashton started whale hunting. He brought a harpoon and to protect his son he hid the wooden harpoon in the shed behind the house. During the party Ember snuck out of the mansion and bumped into her husband, Skulker.
"Skulker what are doing here?" Ember whispered. Her voice plugged with sensations.
She hadn't seen her husband in six long months. Skulker lifted his face to a small glob under the armor. He reached out his small hand and stroked her face. He whisperd her name lovingly.
Meanwhile, little Mikey slipped away from the party to find Ember. Where could she be? He needed her with him for him to enjoy the party. He carefully made his way to the shed when he heard a weird noise. It was moaning and groaning he ignored it. Until he heard Ember scream.
"EMBY!" Mikey screamed and running to the scene. Hoping to save her, he pushed open the door to see an undressed Ember, having sex with Skulker.
"MIKEY!" Ember yelped in embarrassment. She tried to put on her top but before she had the chance, Mikey noticed the harpoon.
"Mikey," Ember said softly, "Put down the sharp harpoon."
"Emby break heart!" Mikey cried aiming the harpoon.
"Now Michael-" Ember said sliding off Skulker.
"Ember must die!" Mikey screamed throwing the harpoon, eyes closed with tears rolling off his face. The room was silent.
"I'm not hit?" Ember asked touching her body for any wounds. "If I'm not hit then who- SKULKER!"
Ember ran to her husband holding his metal head in her lap. He can't die! His armor is made of metal. He'd survive, right? After calling his name repeatedly, she realized there was no hope, Skulker was dead.
Mikey missed! He frowned, "I'll kill the nanny. One day." Before Mikey fell to the ground and perished.
-End of Flash-
"He's ghost still lurks in that house." Valerie finished. She picked up her last scone and took a light bite.
"Wow. Worst story ever!" I said crossing my arms. Did she expect me to believe that?
"It's the truth! In 1965 a dark haired boy with blue eyes name Daniel and his older sister Jazz. Jazz had teal eyes and orange hair. Legends states she'll come back for her brother. They say she begs the nanny not to break his heart."
Woah Woah wait. Jazz? The night Danny came with the poster. That ghost had the peach tresses and teal eyes. She begged me not to break Danny's heart... Is this true? No Samantha Candance Manson you are sitting here with a psycho-path telling you horrible stories to scare you.
"I must leave. Good day miss Gilles." I said coldly. I picked up my purse and began to stand.
"Take caution into my warning, child. Don't mix that child and a harpoon."
So remember the spolier!
Reviews answers in next chapter. This is the basic of the story.
And if anyone tells me who the "Aanonymous Killer Writer" is; I'll give you the next chapters before they're even aired!
~JJP
