sammansonrepilica, yes her daughter is great and I do feel for her with who her parents are.

Hellbreaker, I will give more on Desiree's child and where her mother is.

None of the teens felt they were getting any closer to the blinking form that was Sam and yet at the same time Danny had a bad feeling that there would be no Sam to save when they finally got there. He was feeling anxious and disheartened when Tucker seemed to be preoccupied by something in the world known as the Ghost Zone.

"What the fuck is that?" Tucker said as a small child came rushing at them, her black locks flying wildly behind her. "Is that a child?" As they all watched the small child flew toward them, her flight unsteady and rushed. There were a few times that she glanced behind her before noticing them. It almost looked as if she were watching for someone, a predator or someone hunting her. They could see no one behind her, the skies of the Zone clear.

"Is she heading for us?" Jazz questioned as she slowed the Speeder to watch the girl fly at them.

"She looks familiar," Tucker stated. Danny leaned forward and to the shock of all muttered one name.

"Desiree." The child stopped shy of hitting the Specter Speeder, her red eyes wide with fear and then excitement as she noticed the trio staring back at her. At first none of them wanted to open the hatch, not that she couldn't phase through the vehicle, but there was something in her eyes and Jazz ushered her in. As soon as she was in she rushed at Danny, her arms going around the halfa. "Whoa!" She seemed to be relieved to find the halfa, not that any of them understood why. She was a ghost and there were few ghosts that liked the ghost child.

"You're the halfa, right?" she questioned, her breathing rough as she looked to him for an answer, her gaze searching. "You're Danny Phantom?!" He nodded.

"Who are you?" The girl looked just like a miniature Desiree. Her build was the same, her hair was the same color and that skin, though lighter in color was still the same. Her attire was dark, the black color of the dress she was wearing worn and yet still elegant. "Are you related to Desiree?" The small girl nodded, her eyes wide in shock that he could tell that by just looking at her, but so could Sam. "Why are you looking for me?"

"I need help against my father!" she cried. It was as if everyone's mind at that point went back to Dora. The ghost had had a problem with her mother and then her brother, the control over the blond ghost broken when Sam had pushed the other female to fight back. Was this girl's problem the same? Was she forced into tasks that she had found messed up? "He has kidnapped me and this girl and is planning to have us both in the most unsavory way!"

"What?!" the trio cried, their minds going into the gutter. Then it hit the small girl that what she had said might not sound as clean as it should. Thinking for a second she tried to think of the words that she wanted to use.

"He plans to wed and bed her against her will, but me, no, I am just a slave forced to do his whims." That relaxed them for a moment. "My mother is also his captive for he needed a slave for his pleasure. I am a consequence of that unfortunate act, but I am here for the woman in his bed that is about to be killed."

"Can you kill a ghost?" Jazz questioned, the thought an intriguing one.

"She is not a ghost," Riesed stated with certainty. "She is human and a very nice one at that. She looks like my mother with her raven hair, but is so different."

"Sam!" It clicked with the trio at the same moment. Sam was the captive... Wait, kill?! "He's going to kill her?" As Riesed nodded Danny instructed Jazz to rush toward the Goth.

"Danny Phantom, she will be killed today and married."

"Why kill her? It makes no sense because her spirit will be released and her body left."

"No, my father seems to be under the impression that she will not be freed to go onto her next life. He says that she will be stuck here with him because her life would be unfulfilled." Raising a brow Danny found that he was confused.

"She's missing something in her life?" Tucker questioned. "So, an obsession with something will hold her to this place?" Riesed nodded. "I thought that this place was only for evil." Danny shook his head. He knew this place was like the purgatory, or the limbo for most ghosts who couldn't pass on. With Desiree it had been the place she had been denied, the affection that had been given to another. That was only one of the many stories. What could hold Sam back?

You.

That was the answer. He could hold her back because even if she didn't want to admit it Sam cared deeply about him. He didn't want her to die and could only imagine his life without her as being incomplete. "We need to hurry!"

"You won't find them with your machine," the child stated. "He has something on her that blocks you from actually finding her while at the same time those same devices are killing her." She pointed to the flickering image of Sam. "That is why this is flickering." When Jazz asked if Riesed could help them find her the small child nodded before pointing out the way to her father's castle.

"We're coming."

Esire walked back into Sam's room, a frown marring his features. He couldn't find his daughter and all of his slaves had informed him of her disappearance several hours before. That means I have to use her mother. That wouldn't be easy. He had yet to break the woman of her fascination with killing him. Heading toward his soon to be wife he wondered still if he should kill her after the wedding so she would be linked to him if she did move on. She can't move on with that obsession though so I should be fine and those shackles will drain the rest of her life out before the night is here. Looking out the window at the purple skies. Not that one knows what time it is in this place. Walking away he failed to hear the groan from the Goth on the bed.

As soon as he left the room the small woman on the bed opened her eyes. She was so tired and with every second that passed she could feel the need to sleep forever. Sam knew that she needed to fight that feeling because she had a feeling that if she went to sleep again that she wouldn't wake up again. Not as a human anyway. Forcing herself up while at the same time keeping her shackles from touching the Goth moved toward the end of the bed.

I need to get out of here, but with these damn things on my appendages I am screwed.

In a room down the hall from Sam's own was another woman, her own black locks falling over her face as she lay on her large bed, the colorful cushions piled around her. The door to her chamber opened to reveal a pair of red eyes.

"Ah, sleeping? I thought you never would," the male in the shadows murmured. A blast came at him, the green orb hitting the doorframe as the shadow moved away. "So, you aren't sleeping." The red eyes of the woman in the bed opened, but she said nothing as she glared at him. "The silent treatment? So unimaginative since I can make you cry out." Still no response was given, but he knew her and he knew what he could do to get what he wanted. Moving toward her he put his hand on her leg, the one not hidden under the blankets. She wanted to move, but she had bracelets similar to Sam's. Hers, of course, didn't drain her energy, but it did block her ghost powers so she couldn't make a ghost tail to escape her bonds.

"What do you want?" she hissed, her eyes flickering in her anger. He smirked, his teeth glimmering in the dim light of the room.

"I need you to take care of my wife. She needs to be dressed and then killed." Desiree said nothing as she waited for him to correct her bonds so she could walk. She didn't understand why he needed her when he had their daughter, the one that he had stolen months ago. The wishing ghost had been lucky as she had escaped after her first encounter with the demonic ghost, but a few months ago he had found her again and he had found out that from her he had fathered a child.

He had seemed excited at that fact so taking her back with him he had chained the wishing ghost and had thrown their child into the slave quarters. Riesed had cried for her mother, but when those cries went unanswered the small child had hunkered down and worked. Desiree had not seen her child since then, though the slaves had told her of her child's strength.

Now she had to serve this maleuntil she could either free herself or someone released her. "Can you kill a ghost?" the wishing ghost inquired. He nodded, his look solemn.

"She is not a ghost though. She is human and she is the lover of my enemy," he paused. "And yours."

"The Goth woman? She is not his lover."

"Oh, but she is and that is besides the point," he stated as he pushed something on the small green device around her neck. It was the one that controlled all the other bands. "She is to be killed so she will remain here. Forever." Desiree wasn't sure that the small Goth that she remembered would remain here upon her death. It was more likely that her rotting corpse would remain while her soul departed. "She will remain."

"Okay, whatever, but how do you want this because I assume you don't want her mangled."

"Yes, I do not want her marred, so I suggest you find a way that would leave her looking like her human form." Getting up he allowed her to follow him, his eyes still watching her as she walked past him toward the door that lay in the distance. As the pair walked down the hallway Desiree looked around, her now green eyes flashing as they took it all in. The nights that she had been in his house had been dark and this was a new place so she needed to know the layout. As they hit the doorway of Sam's room they could see that she was very much awake, her amethyst eyes glaring at the pair. "Samantha, this is Desiree, though I am sure that you two know each other well enough." Shoving the wishing ghost into the room he locked it.

"Hello, Desiree," Sam said, her tone detached. The wishing ghost nodded her head at her. "I suppose that you were kidnapped before your daughter was made to work for that snake." Another nod. "And you are here why?"

"To kill you."