Sorry for the late update. Been having a shitty time getting AT&T to set up our phone, only when my husband threatened to go to COX did they actually try to keep us with promises of getting us set up in three days with a month worth of free internet and phone. So freaking happy to be back. Have been working on new stories, ones that will be released with the ending of at least one current story. Once again, sorry for the late update. Thanks for hanging on, and for those worried about the stories endings, they are only complete when I change the status so if it doesn't list it as complete it is not done.

SuperGeorgia, no hide and seek since it would be good if she were found.

DannySamLover20, more coming your way!

Hellbreaker, I can so imagine him doing it with his ghost powers, LOL. Elliot is so screwed once Danny gets those pieces together.

sammansonrepilica, only time will tell.

Amandacharlene & ComplicatedHD12, thanks for adding to your alerts.

By the time Elliot made it home he had managed to get very little of the ice off, his lips numb from the shock of cold while the rest of his face felt like it was on fire with the burn of the ice. He was frozen in that look of fear. He was pissed because he thought he had played the card right with Sam's lack of school activities, but it seemed that the halfa was already on his tail. Had the Goth somehow gotten a hold of the white haired male and alerted him to her whereabouts?

No, she couldn't have because not even she knows where she is right now, but that was the case then how did he know? Shaking his head he threw that worry to the back of his mind as Sam was his main thought now. She would have to be asleep since she had refused to sleep all night. Though she had a little nap. He thought with a dark chuckle. She had become his new plaything, his to degrade in anyway possible. The small woman had become withdrawn in the last couple of days, her eyes direct, but no words left her mouth. It could be possible that she had lost her voice from all the screaming he had made her do or it could be the simple fact that she was afraid. Heading for his shower he passed the room where the Goth was being kept. The room had one window, but the only way in was through his room.

It was made of Ecto-Ranium, a special element that ghosts simply cannot touch. He had a slew of it thanks to the home that his family had retained from the bank after the owner had simply disappeared. The basement was actually a lab with what Elliot had found to be a ghost portal, an inactive one, but one nonetheless. Most of the items in the house were the green or gold, but that had changed when his family had taken over the house. Walking into his room he quickly made for the shower, shutting the door with a loud slam.

Sam looked around her, her amethyst eyes unable to see much in the dimly lit room. She could see the one window against the far wall, but that was it. As the window was closed with curtains thick enough to keep as much light out as possible. Normally that was a good thing for her, but in the uncertain place she was in at that moment she would rather be able to see outside. There was one door, one she was aware was locked tight to keep her in. She felt horrible, her body so sore, but her mind so much more damaged. She knew that Elliot had decided to work her over for his own pleasure, getting his revenge for something she couldn't seem to place. Sam had been the one to do him wrong, though he had been the one to dis her friend while she had defended him against Danny who had been sure the young male had be with the Guys In White.

I just wish that I knew what day it was and where Danny is... She had been so upset at the halfa, but now she knew why he had been against the white haired human. He was a villain, though she wasn't sure if it was because of what she had did or if he had been one before that. She was used to being a victim, having not been what her mother and father had wanted. They had wanted a son, but having been given a daughter they decided it would work out. They had a heiress, someone to inherit their vast fortune, but even that had been wasted on the Goth as she didn't want the money nor the title. Climbing off the bed she let out a whimper, her body torn apart from his invasion. She was sure her body would heal, but not her mind. She would always remember the pain and degradation that he had done to her. She would never be able to offer another man the gift of her virginity, nor would she be able to wash that act from her mind to even give a man her body. That thought brought another on forward.

She was sure her mother and father would disown her, but what about Danny? What about her close friends? Could she tell them, let them know of the pain and torment? That was a big deal for most. She had seen most young women shunned easily by family and friends after such an incident. Would Danny do that to her? Her family was lost, but the halfa was her closest friend, someone she had known for a long time, someone who stood by her when no one else would, but could he look past this? Shaking that thought from her mind she heard the slam of his door as he left her in peace. She had forced herself to stay awake, sure he would be back. She had fought him off, biting and scratching as she could, hoping to hurt and anger him enough that he would leave her in peace. It hadn't worked out at she had planned. The older male had used that anger to fuel his actions, making the coupling harsh and painful. There was still blood that stained the mattress she was given to sleep on. She wished there was something to cover it up with, knowing that if... when she was rescued her hero would see the stain and know what had transpired in the small room. Not that he couldn't tell by the look of her, most of her clothing gone. She was left in rags, scraps of her clothing from his harassment.

Going to the window she pushed the curtains aside to find that the window was rather small and it was barred, something she had expected. What she hadn't expected was the warmth of the bars, the glowing that came off of them. It was unlike anything she had ever seen. Touching them she found that they were really warm. Was that from the sunlight or was it something more? What kind of metal was it? Suddenly the door was thrown open to reveal Elliot, wet, his face red like he were under really hot water or maybe from a sunburn, but he look mad. He was wearing nothing but a towel, and that was dropped as soon as she turned. The Goth took a step from the window, her hand touching the wall as she backed up more.

"You know there is no place to go," he whispered as he closed the door, the lock slamming into place as he advanced on her. Sam knew that, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying. She would never submit to him. His smirk warned her of things to come, things she didn't want. Within minutes she felt the edge of the mattress and knew it was done, but as he jumped toward her she threw her hand out, her fingers fisted to strike him. She managed to catch him off guard, his jaw slamming into her fist. It was only minor, the male recovering quickly to slam his own fist into her face. The Goth let out a cry as she fell onto the mattress seconds before he climbed on top of her.

Danny was looking at the screen before him in disgust. He wasn't any closer to having proof and it had now been well over two weeks that the Goth had been missing. School was over leaving the almost adults free to run around, but the halfa was not taking part in the festivities, though Paulina and a few of the other teen females had invited him. Amazingly enough though the dark skinned male would rather be out with Valerie, his girlfriend, he and the resident ghost fighter joined him in his surveillance, watching the white haired man's house to ensure that he didn't leave town.

The Manson's butler kept in contact with them, though they failed to fill him in on all that was going on with the Goth, claiming that she wasn't staying with just them and had joined a few of the other teenagers at a party. Toby had taken it with little concern, though the man was confused as to why Danny called to inquire about the house and who was there. The halfa stated that there had been a host of ghosts flying around the area, claiming that they terrorized certain neighborhoods and as his parents where ghost hunters wanted to keep watch on certain areas at semi-daily intervals.

Toby had taken that information and passed it on because now his parents were combing the areas looking for these alleged ghosts. Danny smiled, at least it kept his parents busy and off his back while he searched for his missing friend. As he looked again at the screen something caught his attention. It was that day she had told him of her relationship with the former Goth/Vegetarian. It was what she had said, the words she had used, the mannerisms that had been different then when he had seen them at dinner with Tucker and Valerie. It had been more open, as if flaunting of their relationship where Sam had seemed not to tell him, maybe because of who she was seeing, but why be the opposite of what she had claimed. Tucker hadn't even been aware that the white haired fake had been around. When others had been questioned no one had seen him, like he had appeared out of nowhere and yet the wording that the Goth had used had been as if it had been going on a long time.

Scrolling down he noted that the stories didn't match. Sam had never mentioned the things that Elliot had stated. Nothing was adding up! Just as he felt the urge to put his fist through the monitor his phone rang, the sporty jingle interrupting his thoughts.

"Elliot hasn't left his house for the last two weeks, hell, I don't know if he stocked up for the long haul and never plans to leave his house, but now I am beginning to wonder if he is even in there," Tucker confided. Danny's eyes narrowed. He hadn't taken his eyes off the place for the first several days, his own surveillance taking up most of the first week until the couple had noticed his absence during most of the ghost fights, his parents taking over as he announced his need to "stalk" an old enemy. They hadn't asked, knowing that the halfa sometimes needed time alone. He was becoming a man, and seemed to need less and less of his parent's interference.

"I never saw him leave," the halfa noted. "And I was there for five straight days." Tucker made chocking sound at that information. "Don't get me wrong I still had to use the re-"

"Don't need all that information!" Tucker stated, cutting the halfa off. "Maybe they have tunnels underground." Danny didn't think so and then he asked a few simple questions. "Yeah, the lights came on, but only one and that is Elliot's room."

"You looked in?"

"Yeah, he's up most of the night, half the time in his room and half the time in another room, I think it's the bathroom though cause there's no other lights that come on." That was strange information.

"Weird. Thanks."

"I was also calling to tell you something," the dark skinned male whispered, his tone soft as if trying to keep his girlfriend from hearing his words. "Valerie didn't want to say anything, but I can't keep this to myself anymore, not with Sam missing and shit." This didn't sound good. It almost seemed that Tucker was scared, like this information was so dire that either Danny or his girlfriend were going to kill him.

"What is it?"

"Elliot implied at that one date we had with them that Sam was..." he faded off, his voice growing softer as if he leaned away from the phone as he said the next part. "pregnant." It was obvious in that moment why he did it as the halfa thundered his next word into the receiver.

"WHAT?!" Danny screamed, his voice rising several decimals as he gripped the phone, some of the plastic cracking under his fingers. Tucker tried to placate his friend, telling him that he wasn't sure that it was true, that Sam herself seemed uncertain as to the details of her supposed child. Danny didn't hear a thing, his mind going straight to the Gothic teenager round with his enemy's child. It did not bode well for his phone as with each second his mind played the image his hands clenched tighter on the sleek mobile phone. "Mother fucker," was the last words that the technophile heard as the phone crumbled under his human fingers that now glowed a faint green that matched his bright eyes.