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When Danny finally managed to get back he found a freaked out Jazz, the redhead dancing around at the door waiting for him. He had never seen his sister this anxious before and it worried him.
"What's wrong?" he questioned as she calmed down just a bit before explaining what she had seen versus what the Goth in his room had seen just moments before Danny had come home. "She saw what?" He didn't wait for an answer as he rushed to the Gothic woman's side. She was still in his room, but she had moved to side of the bed that he had been laying on the previous night. She looked to him and the look in her eyes told him all. She was scared and at the same time she knew what the malevolent spirit wanted.
"It's after me," she muttered, and while it seemed that she knew that he could tell by the confusion in her tone that she didn't understand the one question that all of them were asking. "Why?" She reached out for him, her fear bringing her down and she needed him. She needed the halfa before her because he was strong and she needed strength now to deal with whatever was after her. Sam and Danny had dealt with ghosts most of their young life, Danny more so with his family's ghost hunting business, but neither of them had dealt with one on these terms.
"I don't know why," the dark haired male admitted. "But it seems to be confined to your home and that leads me to question you on a few personal things." The Goth looked to him with suspicion. It was as if she knew what he was going to ask as well as the fact she knew that he had been snooping. "Were you two going to adopt or had you tried to adopt?" The raven haired woman almost fell over in both shock and disbelief.
"Did you go in there?" she whispered back as she moved from him, the halfa having moved to sit close to her. "You went into the locked room." He nodded. "Yes, we weregoing to adopt, but we never got as far as filling out the information for such a thing to occur." That wasn't a big thing, but then she uttered her next words. "We were goint to have a baby."
"What?" he breathed in shock. "You were pregnant?" She nodded.
"We had been trying for several years, almost the whole marriage had been centered around that one goal." She looked away from him and toward a window. "We both had that goal and with failure we both gave up. Our marriage was still a complete one, but I really wanted a child so he agreed to adopt a child. There are plenty of them out there without a home and sure, the child we picked wouldn't be the baby we wanted, but I- we were fine with that." The halfa could hear the hesitation, her correction in the sentence that she had just said. It was a lie, most of it and although he wanted to call her on it he found he couldn't, not yet anyway.
"I went into that room because I was drawn there, something wanted me to look in there, but as I was in there..." he faded off as he found her gaze turned to him. "Something opened the door behind me and then slammed it. As I turned to phase through the door I grabbed the knob. It opened. I heard a noise and as I opened the door to investigate I found a pool of blood on the ground surrounded by shards of glass." Danny failed to notice the female before him flinch, her hand going to her right side as if to check something. "I couldn't feel it at that moment, but as the blood drained away I felt a chill in the air for two seconds."
"Strange," the Goth muttered. The halfa looked at her now.
"How was your marriage?" he inquired. She looked at him, her amethyst orbs unreadable as she hid her emotions.
"It was great." He inquired as to how she had met her husband and Sam told him. "I met Chris the year that you went to fight in the Ghost Zone... He was a new student and I was chosen to show him around, but somehow even though we started off on the wrong foot we managed to become real great friends." She hadn't wanted to tell him with as alone as she felt during those days, Tucker and Valerie in their own little world, that the new companion had been just what she had needed. "After that it just seemed so natural. He was like me in so many ways and yet so different that we meshed perfectly." Those words hurt Danny immensely. He had thought that he and Sam were like that. Close enough with most of their similarities and yet each of them had differences that made them unique.
"No disagreements or fights?" She looked to him in confusion as to all the personal questions he was asking about. "Just curious." Her eyes narrowed as she realized what he could possibly be implying.
"Danny, Chris would never harm me! He loved me for fuck's sake!" The halfa's own eyes narrowed. "That fact that you would think that my dead husband would come back to harm me is so fucking ludicrous!" She climbed out of bed now and although she was afraid of what was at her house informed the man that now stood behind her that she was going home regardless of what was in her home.
"Come on, Sam, be reasonable," he said. "I have to ask because it is a possibility!" She shook her head, refusing now to talk to him as she exited the room, barefoot and with very little in the way of clothing as she was still in her nightwear from a few days past now. Danny couldn't understand how she couldn't think that he had wanted to ask those questions, but he had had to for her safety. "When did the haunting happen?" She stopped halfway down the stairs, her eyes refusing to turn toward the halfa as she gave him an answer.
"When you showed up in my house," was her response before continuing. That answer was not the one the halfa had thought he would hear. He had thought it had happened before he had even stepped foot in her home and yet at the same time if it was her husband it might make sense. Sam had gone into a depressive state after the loss of her husband and child so if another male stepped into her home where they had stayed then he might come forth to remove what the ghost had perceived as a threat.
Jazz approached him now, a sad smile on her face.
"Seems I've rubbed off on you, little brother." The halfa standing next to her was taller than his sister so when he looked down at her, his ice blue eyes flashing green the woman knew to step off. "Just saying that you may have gotten more than you bargained for." With that she was gone too, the sound of her car starting up and driving off the last things that he heard. No, he had gotten the answer he had needed and although he hated that his presence was what set the ghost off he now needed to find out more about her marriage.
Where could I get that kind of information? It only took a few seconds for a few names to come to mind, one of which he was sure would never talk to him, but he would try because Sam's very life was in danger.
While Danny went to talk to a few people in regards to the Goth's marriage, the Gothic woman in question stepped back into her house, her amethyst orbs wide as she stepped from the warmth of outside into a chilling sixty in her home. That was the normal temperature that she kept it on so she knew at this moment she was alone, but as she stepped further into her home after locking the door she found the mess that Danny had told her of, the glass shards still littering the floor.
She stepped around it, but it brought back another memory of a vase breaking one night... She couldn't remember much after that save for the blood that had hit the ground... next to...
No! She felt a headache come over her as she stepped away from the glass, her eyes closed as she moved down the hall toward her room. Finally crashing into the bed she crawled into the middle and covered herself with the blankets, but instead clinging to her husband's pillow she clung to hers, the sounds around her making her ansy. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and willed sleep to come, but when it didn't she reached under her pillow where a small jar lay, the bottle had her name on it along with the name of the liquid inside.
She opened it up, her hands shaking as she knew the consequences of her actions when taking this particular drug, but at this point she couldn't care as she finally got it open before placing the opening to her lips and taking a long drink of the lavender liquid. Moments after placing the lid on the container she felt the edge of darkness enter her mind as her body shut down. In her sleepy state she failed to notice the shadow that lingered in the corners of the room, one moving over her bed as it took shape.
As she slept the shadows moved closer to her, the chill in the air growing as the Goth began to shudder, her petite form curling further under the blankets just seconds before she went absolutely still.
Danny was sitting before the Mansons during this, the couple before him frowning as they explained what they had thought of the man their daughter had chosen to marry.
"He has no real background, not that we could find anyway," Thurston admitted with a frown. "He didn't tell us what he did and I'm not even entirely sure that Sam even knew what he did." The halfa made a note of that. Pamela nodded, her teal eyes thoughtful as she remembered all that she had seen of Chris, the man who had married their daughter.
"When we first met him it was a month after they had been dating, not that we knew that at the time with how they acted." When Danny asked her what she meant by that she elaborated. "Well, they didn't seem too clingy or anything, but with the way he looked at her, it wasn't love and with her I wasn't very sure about because Sam has gotten really good at hiding her emotions." Pamela sighed before taking a drink of her tea before. "I don't think it was a match made in heaven if anything I think he was a con artist."
"Because of his lack of background?" the halfa questioned. Pamela shook her head.
"I thought I had seen his face somewhere," Thurston. "Somewhere on TV years ago, but I can't recall." That was interesting so Danny inquired when he remembered seeing the broadcast. Given a roundabout date Danny thanked the couple before leaving to get in touch with Tucker, the one that would be able to assist him in finding such footage.