The Phantom's Mistress
Dangerous, sadistic, terrifying. Those were a few ways to describe Phantom, ruler of the Ghost Zone. Seducing young goth girls on the other hand only applied to the rebellion leader and high school outcast, Sam Manson.
She didn't get any sleep. Between eying the pencil on the floor -she had long since given up putting it on the desk, seeing as it never stayed there- and the chill that never seemed to leave her alone, Sam was pretty sure she'd finally cracked. Sighing, she stood up and stomped her way to the kitchen, where her father was smiling brightly and her mom was on the phone.
"Oh, Samantha, we've been waiting for you!" Her father leaked with enthusiasm.
Sam quirked an eyebrow. She really hoped this wasn't another party to convince her to date their friends sons.
Pamela nodded into the phone before placing it back to its holder. Then she stared at Sam as if her daughter had decided to put on that girly pink dress.
"I just got off the phone with your school." She glanced at her husband, Jeremy. "It seems your teacher, Mr. Lancer, believes the school is haunted."
Everything in Sam's mind clicked at once. A ghost! Why hadn't she thought of it? She was a goth for anti-Christs sake! It was practically her forte.
Sam stared at her parents horror struck faces and seemed to know them just a little too well.
"I knew we should have put you in that private school!" Jeremy cried, running a hand over his moused hair. It was too stiff to actually run his fingers through.
"A ghost! Can you believe that?" Her mother simply laughed. "Those people and their impulsive decisions. They have one day of trouble and suddenly shoot for the supernatural. Why, if I ever!"
Sam let out a groan. She knew if things didn't end soon, her parents would end up pulling her out of public school to a private institute that involved the horrid catholic girl uniforms. She had been enrolled in such a school once, but managed to convince her parents that Casper High was the way to go. Don't even get her started with what she had to do to earn that privilege.
"So, what's the good news?" Sam jumped into the conversation, hoping to distract their sudden rant.
Pamela gave her daughter a sour look. "I made cookies."
Mother, you've just become one of those impulsive people.
Sam looked between the growing fog and the maze and frowned. She recognized the ghost. It was the one a short time back when she was still at base. It had really put some damage to her team and she wondered why all of a sudden it was toying with her.
The fog trailed around her and through the maze, the only direction left for Sam to run. She had begun walking down that path, following the white mist.
A sinister laugh filled the air. "I have what you seek, child."
Sam spun around, but no one was there. No one was anywhere as far as she was concerned. She remembered how Spectra's true form looked, some material that wasn't quite anything.
"Where are you?" the goth teen demanded.
"You wish to kill Phantom," the voice hushed beside her. "I can help you."
Okay, that grabbed her attention. Sam stood still and waited for more to come. When nothing did, she spoke up.
"How do I kill him?" she asked the air.
Sam turned and something jumped out at her, the force hard enough that it knocked her backward onto the ground. She began clawing at the thing, desperate to get back on her feet.
"Don't you dare move," the voice hissed.
Sam froze and looked up at her capture.
"Phantom?" His eyes were an intense green as he picked her up and secured her waist to his hip. She almost didn't recognize the ghost; his face twisted into a mask of anger and exhaustion and fury. The fog made the black of his outfit pop, and his glowing white hair that much more vibrant. His eyes, as always, emitted a strange light to the scene, even more intense than usual. "What are you doing here?"
His frown deepened. "Stay away from caligine."
"Caligine?" Sam murmured as Phantom marched them out of the maze in fast, angry steps. "Is...Is that its name? I heard it talk-the fog."
Sam could feel Phantom's entire body stiffen beside her. "Are you forgetting who brought destruction to your friends? Or who saved you?" She flinched at that. He huffed. "Don't waste your pathetic life trying to end mine. It's not worth it."
"It is," she reasoned to the ghost. Phantom merely gave her a long stare. "I'm willing to put my life on the line if it means you'll be gone."
Phantom laughed. "You think caligine is the answer to your problems? Tell me, how long were you two talking?"
Sam's eyebrows crunched together. "I don't know, a few minutes?" It wasn't like there was a sun or moon outside the castle to tell time, or even a window to see it through. "What does it matter?"
The furious and impulsive and exhausted ghost boy let out a wary sigh. "It's been three days, Samantha."
Sam gasped. "That's impossible!" There was no way she had been trapped in that maze for days. She would have felt tired, hungry. Sam clutched her stomach suddenly. She hadn't felt hungry since arriving in the ghost zone. Why was that?
"Time works differently with caligine," he explained, pulling her away from her thoughts. "Or the ghost zone, for that matter. You haven't been around a thousand years to know."
Sam blinked and looked up at Phantom's incredible face. "A thousand years?" He glanced at her. "Is that how old you are?"
Phantom hesitated. "That's of little importance." They finally touched the end of the maze and Phantom shoved her out the door to the castle. Then he roughly took hold of her forearm and steered her in a random direction.
"Where are we going?" Sam asked.
Phantom gave out a false laugh. "I can't see how that is any importance to you, considering you seem intent on escaping." He ran his free hand through his hair. "I thought maybe you'd be safe with me here, but that doesn't seem to be the case." Sam perked for a moment, but tried to conceal it. Phantom, however, had been scouting for her reaction. "And before you get excited, know that we will not be leaving the ghost zone."
Phantom pulled her close to him then, the warmth of her body seeping into his cold arms. It had been days of him constantly worrying and interrogating workers before he found her. Though sleep wasn't necessary, he felt rather drained after the search. Holding her now felt like relief.
"Um, is something wrong?" Sam questioned after a few, still moments. She didn't particularly like his concerned attitude. It felt like he was only watching her more.
Phantom merely sighed and placed a chaste kiss to her cheek.
"Can we go now?" She complained impatiently.
Phantom blinked. He didn't expect her to refuse him. "Impatient?" He asked.
Sam shook her head. "Well, after you've gotten a bulls-eye stapled to your head and apparently been locked away for three days, yeah, you get a bit snappy."
He stared at her, in a curious way, before that daring smirk appeared. "Perhaps you've forgotten your duties, Samantha."
"Duties?"
But Phantom had already cornered her into a wall, his lips close to her ear. "As my mistress."
Sam swallowed. It had felt like so long since she had to deal with Phantom, to remember she was his mistress, probably always would be if they never stopped him. They were close now, only a layer of fabric between them, and Sam felt the tension in the air.
"I like this dress," he murmured. She had forgotten about the outfit she'd thrown on. Curiously, Sam looked down at the dress, a more medieval gothic ensemble. Black lace covered the corset over a lilac purple. Her dress was large like a muffin top, in result of the hoop skirt. She was thankful now as she noticed it put a good distance between her and the ghost, but the glint in his eyes made her nervous.
Sam's voice shook when she spoke. "I didn't do this for you," she scolded. "I needed clothing and there was nothing else to wear."
"That's a good thing then."
Sam gasped when Phantom's hands worked there way into the skirt, pulling it up. He took hold of the steel wiring and with a tug ripped it in half.
"It means you won't get attached to it." He threw the metal onto the ground where it fell with a clank and dropped the skirt. The fabric was rather thick around her legs and it felt like dead weight.
Phantom smirked. That's when Sam heard the sound of guards.
In a second Sam was in the air and bundled into the arms of the ghost boy. He phased through a wall of the castle and they were finally outside again. The hideous green swirls filled the sky, making Sam miss the blue from her own world.
There was no time to daydream though. Phantom had landed on the stone steps and placed Sam on the back of a motorcycle inscribed with the number 13.
"And here I thought everything was medieval."
"Its a loan."
Phantom swung his leg over and Sam regrettably hugged him from behind. He gave her one quick glance before taking off into the sky.
Sam buried her face into his neck against the harsh wind. "Where are we going?" She questioned over the engine.
Phantom laughed. "It's time you learn what it truly means to be a mistress."
Note: Caligine means a few things like haze, fog. I was simply going to name him -the mist- but when I typed that for Phantom's threat to Sam, it only made me laugh. He sounded so stupid I had to change it xD
And this chapter was sorta lame, I know. It was more of a filler than anything. So, plz review!
