A/N Hey hey! Haven't got much to say except that questions in reviews will be answered below and I hope you enjoy the next chapter! Oh and I might be starting a new story soon... D/S of course... So look out for that. Have the first three chapters written already, just need to edit... Anyways, enjoy!

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Chapter 11

"No." How many times had he said that already? He lost count after seven...

"Ah come on, Danny, be a sport. It's for charity", Tucker declared with a good-natured smack to Danny's shoulder. It was Saturday, the day he was supposed to sleep in and have his dreams take him to undiscovered places. But no, instead he was jolted awake at 07:47- he checked- by obnoxious pounding on his front door reverberating throughout his entire apartment and quite possibly through six others as well.

"Yeah Danny! Funds are going towards the disabled! Are you really that selfish and uncaring...?" Jenna accused from beside Tucker, pouting and making her best impersonation of a homeless little puppy that hasn't been pet or fed in over two weeks.

Danny cast a disbelieving look at his friend, pondering whether or not to just kick them out. "You're kidding, right?"

"Is this about that stripper you took home last time? Was she that bad? Was she too expensive? Or maybe it was because you just couldn't keep up with her...?" Tucker said in a mischievous tone, casting a devilish smirk at his scowling friend.

"It was nothing like that... And there's no way in heaven or hell the two of you can talk me into going tonight!"

That night...

"I can't believe you two managed to talk me into this..." He sighed. He didn't want to be here any more than he wanted those photos of him streaking through campus to leak onto the university website. Sure, it was a dare, but that didn't stop Tucker from snapping a few photos of the exclusive event.

"I knew you'd see it my way... It was only a matter of time and the appropriate use of blackmail", Jenna drawled out next to him in triumph, draping an arm over his shoulders as they made their way to the entrance of the club.

Danny flinched from the bright neon lights invading his eyes as they made their way to a table close to the stage where a ramp made its way across half of the club. He really, really didn't want to be here. He knew he'd see Sam again, and that would only cause unwanted heartache to his already fragile state of mind. Sure, there were days he even questioned his seemingly fleeting memory if the dark haired, amethyst eyed beauty really was his Sam, but deep down he knew something was amiss.

Maybe she just can't remember him? Or maybe she was so repulsed by him that she faked her own death, changed her name and lied about knowing him, just to get away from him? He shuddered at the thought.

'But then why would she keep coming back to me? Never once did she refuse my advances...' That thought intrigued him. He'd lay awake at night just coming up with numerous reasons his nightmares hadn't already supplied for him, why and how she acted the way she did. Never one to settle for the mundane of explanations, after all, being a half ghost hybrid didn't leave any room for such monotonous thoughts...

*#*

Everyone was seated. The lights went out and she held her breath. She was quite impressed with the work of art the blue-eyed paraplegic man had painted on her bare torso. There were purple and black flowers situated in artistic spirals across her front and back. It was very simple, but it was beautifully crafted, painted entirely by the man's mouth from candy paint.

Why candy paint? Because after the girls are to model their, ahem, ensembles, an auction was to be held, the highest bidder claimed his or her prize and got to take her home for the night. Oh, and did she mention it was Murphy's birthday today? A giant cake will be presented and shared among the prize winners and Murphy himself before they were to take off with their 'trophies'.

God only knew how much she hated being treated like an object. But what other choice did she have anyway...?

She heard Malcolm's voice sound through the speakers in the club and she could suddenly feel all her muscles tighten in disgust and dread. She just couldn't stand being in another man's arms these days other than Danny's... She knew she'd never see him again, but that didn't keep her ever optimistic heart from hoping against hope that he'd just find her, whisk her away to some fantasy destination and just never let go...

That little speckle of hope was probably the only thing that kept her going these days...

"Ladies and my lovely gentleman... Our fashion show will begin momentarily so please, settle down and keep a tight hold on those wallets of yours; it's going to be one hell of a show..."

She let go of the breath she had been holding for those few agonising moments as the lights flared at full force and the speakers sprang to life with Lady Gaga's song Bad Romance. 'Ha... How damn appropriate...' she thought as she felt herself being shoved forward by the girl behind her when she seemed to freeze completely in place. Snapping out of her reverie, she forced her slim legs to move forward.

'I can do this, I know I can. Damn it! Why is this becoming so hard?' Malcolm cast a dazzling smile her way when she walked past him and pasted a soft one of her own on her delicate features.

"First we have the lovely Miss Coco Chanel modelling an original by Caroline Swartz," Malcolm praised as the girl made her way to the front of the ramp, striking a pose, awaiting applause, and then march back down the runway to await further instructions.

"Next we have our local favourite, the always beautiful Siren with a lovely piece of work by Richard Moore." That was her cue. March, pose, and make a run for it. It seemed a simple enough plan, really. But standing there on the edge of the runway having sleezeballs from all race and age try and look up her leather mini skirt proved to be a bit too much as she felt tears roll down cheeks, a sure sign of disaster for her make-up.

Holding her head up in defiance, she swung around; her hair furiously whipping the air behind her like an angered feline's tail would as she made her exit, leaving a very satisfied and somewhat confused audience in her wake.

She couldn't help but looking back at least once, though. Hoping she'd catch a glimpse of something resembling his kind eyes. But to her great misfortune, she just couldn't find that piece of sanity hidden within the roaring applause.

Her world came crashing down at that moment, her little speckle of hope turning out to be only a mere dust mite. No one was there to save her, to make the pain go away, to make all this stop.

Danny was never going to come and find her.

Reviews:

Extant- Mmmm... Okay. Basically the jump indicates them just going on with their lives. Danny does what he does best, which is fighting ghosts and Sam does what she does best, which is... uh... well you know... And the person is Jenna in the Fright Knight's realm. I hope that clears things up a bit if it doesn't, then let me know! Lol, ya, the whole estranged brother birthday thing is quite a coincidence! Haha. Hope you enjoy the chap!

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