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.
"I-I can be your mistress!"
Phantom stared at her wide eyed as Sam proposed the idea, and she could hardly believe her own words. He released the man, letting him run for his life.
"What did you say?" Phantom questioned, taking a step toward her.
Sam swallowed. "You're looking for a mistress, right?" She asked. "I can do that, if you promise not to destroy Amity Park or anyone in it."
Phantom's amazed look was quickly replaced with amusement. "And, what makes you think you are qualified to be my mistress?" His breath was hot on her ear and Sam flinched out of habit.
"I've done reenactments before." One, the play at school. "I was mistress number one." A role that required her to say one line and then never appear on stage again.
Phantom laughed, shaking his head, before taking her face in his cold hands. "Oh, Samantha. You do know there's more to being a mistress than that? Do you even know what being a mistress means?"
Sam blinked, not having passed history sort of made her judgment on the word bad, but she was desperate. With a sigh, she closed her eyes. "Do we have a deal or not?"
It was silent and when Sam opened her eyes. Phantom's face was mere inches from her own. "Deal," he repeated, his lips forming a smile. "I believe I'm going to enjoy this, Samantha." And leaning in, gave Sam her first kiss.
The light had died down soon after, giving Sam's eyes time to adjust. Through the dimming of the room, she saw only one figure lying on the ground, motionless.
"Danny!" Sam screamed, rushing over to his side. The sight was almost too much to bear.
The boy's skin was pale and slick with sweat. His raven hair now had a large chunk of white across it, streaking the left side. His outfit was torn and burned in some places, blood pouring out other spots.
"Did it work?" Tucker asked, hiding behind his wreck of a machine. His hand was still holding the lever, which was no longer connected to the device.
Sam cradled Danny's head, lifting him up under the arms. "Get over here, damn it!" she demanded, willing the tears that pricked her eyes to stay there.
"What...happened?"
Sam watched in amazement as Danny asked her that question. After the rather recent incident, Danny had been brought back to the infirmary. His skin had returned to its regular peach color, and bandages wrapped around his wrists and sides. The white streak, however, still popped wildly against the black of his hair, and his eyes were no longer the same. One was the sky blue Sam loved and remembered, the other a toxic green.
"We fused you back with Phantom," Sam explained again, slowly this time, seeing as she'd practically hurled the information at him when he'd first asked. His eyes widened, and Sam continued. "But it worked and you're safe." She went to reach for his hand, but thought better. The last thing Danny needed was a complicated relationship.
"I...we..." A crease formed between his eyebrows and brought his hand up to his chest, realization dawning on him. "It really happened then?" He checked Sam's expression. "How long has it been?"
"Three weeks."
Danny gasped. "I've been asleep for three weeks?" He seemed to struggle to keep himself relaxed. "How is it that I can't remember? It feels like a whole chunk of my life has been ripped out."
"Danny, relax," Sam soothed, this time reaching over and placing her hand on his shoulder. She could feel the muscles tense underneath her touch. "It might have been Tucker's machine. It was still in the experimental process. Tucker wanted to have a little more time to work out the bugs, but you insisted..."
She trailed off, seeing a far away look glaze his eyes. She removed her hand. "Danny?"
He blinked, then flushed. "Sorry," he looked to his hands, embarrassed. "Its just, I'm getting...strange feelings."
"Feelings?" Sam questioned, before her eyes bugged out. "What is it, Danny? What's wrong?" She remembered what he had told her just before the test. Their actions were now the same. What if Phantom had the urge to kill someone?
He shook his head, turning so Sam couldn't see him. "I don't want you here."
Sam felt her heart stop. What? "Danny." She tried to get him to look at her. "Danny, please, talk to me. I want to-"
"Leave!" Danny shouted, furious now. When he turned to her, both his eyes were glowing a bright green. "Get the hell out!"
Sam blinked, but got up, calmly walking over to the door. When it shut behind her she sunk to the floor, letting soft sobs fill the empty hall.
If it wasn't painstakingly obvious Danny blamed her for fusing him and Phantom back together, it was the next day. Danny had refused to answer her calls or speak with her. At one point in the day he was reported to have gone missing, and Star even gossiped that Paulina had been wrapped around his arm. Paulina!
Sam shook her head in disgust. She couldn't understand what was wrong with him, or even herself, quite frankly. She was a complete wreck and everyone knew it. She couldn't sleep, she barely ate, and spaced out during important meetings. She had asked Valerie to take over for the time being, seeing as she wasn't her usual stable self, and now ventured the halls restlessly.
But everyone seemed to be holding their breaths to the real question. Were they safe now that Phantom was gone? Or at least imprisoned in Danny?
Sam didn't have the answer and whenever she felt one of her teammates begin to ask the question quickly dismissed herself. How was she supposed to answer? Danny wouldn't even look her in the eye anymore.
Turning the corner, Sam rammed right into a muscular chest, cursing her luck. Looking up, she met the green eyed, blue eyed boy.
"Danny!" Sam gasped, the faint smell of perfume lingering on his clothes. His hair was disheveled and if she didn't know any better, she would have said the red marks on his necks were hickeys.
Swallowing, she brought her eyes back to his. "What..." What have you been doing? The words were at the tip of her tongue, but refused to come out.
Having nothing else to say, Danny swiftly walked past her without another word. When he was out of sight, Sam ground her teeth together and punched the wall beside her.
"Easy, there." Gregor appeared beside her with a cocky smirk. She had the urge to remove her fist from the wall just so it would come in contact with his face.
"What, Gregor?" Sam hissed, forcing her hand back to her side. Her knuckles hurt and she was sure there'd be swelling.
He shrugged, crossing his arm and leaning a shoulder against the wall. "I just wanted to see how our famous rebellion leader was doing." He chuckled at the title. "You don't seem to have it cut out for relationships."
Sam glared at him. "Don't blame me for breaking up with you. You were the one who cheated on me." The pain in her hand was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.
Gregor held up his hands, smiling. "Hey, hey there's no need to bring up the past." He swung his arm around her shoulders, but Sam was too tired to shrug him off. "I just wanted to tell you, if you ever need to forget about something," he gestured down the hall, "I'm here."
Sam let out a false laugh. "Don't hold your breath."
Sam put down her tofu soy-milk sandwich with a heavy sigh. "I'm not going to eat if you keep staring at me," she snapped at everyone, seeing as the entire table watched her with anxious eyes. They looked away just as quickly.
"You're not going to eat anyway," Valerie pointed out, before sighing. "We're just worried about you. Now that Phantom's gone-"
"We don't know that," Sam barked, crossing her arms.
Valerie hesitated. "See? This is exactly what I'm talking about. Everyone's so happy the machine was a success! But since our leader is moping around, just because her crush is ignoring her, no one wants to let on."
Sam glared, feelings of betrayal overwhelming her. "No one has to hold back for my sake." She shook her head. "I'm just not so sure, is all."
The room filled with laughter suddenly, and Paulina walked in hand and hand with Danny.
There was a faint squish and Sam looked down. She'd crushed the sandwich in her hand.
"I know Danny's been acting...different lately."
Sam grumbled, wiping away at the food. "Its not just that. Its Phantom."
Valerie's eyes widened. "Oh, c'mon. Just because he's not talking to you, you have to assume the worst?"
"Look at him, Val!" Sam raised a hand at the couple, about to start an intense make-out on the couch. She tried not to vomit what little food she'd actually digested. "Danny was never like that! Something went wrong! There has to be a reason why-"
"Why he won't talk to you?"
Her eyes snapped back to her friend's. "I never said that," Sam grumbled and with one last look at Danny, stomped out of the room.
Sam let out a breath as she programmed her glider, returning back to the world above ground. She needed to see the stars again, needed to know everything was okay. A mission was what she had been begging for.
The air seemed to remind her it was the dead of winter, and in nothing other than a jumpsuit, Sam shivered. She had been so accustomed to the underground life, where the air had always been the same warm atmosphere. Her hands shook against the wheel and with a jerk, landed on the field where the coordinates led her.
"Where's the ghost?" Sam asked into her communicator. As far as she could tell, things were peaceful. Sam hated it.
When Tucker failed to reply Sam grew anxious, climbing back onto her glider.
The sound of another glider startled her and the person popped up right beside her. Black jumpsuit with white boots, gloves, and slash around his waist. He didn't wear a mask so Sam could clearly see Danny's hard look through the dead of night.
She frowned in return. "What are you doing here?"
Danny jumped onto the ground, transforming his glider into a wrist-lit. Then he peered at Sam. "We need to talk."
She glared. She had been trying to talk to him all week. Where did this sudden impulse come from?
"I'm on a mission," Sam stated, turning her glider so she faced him. "You should have talked to me earlier, instead of being a complete and total ass."
She turned, but the glider suddenly disappeared under her feet. Sam fell to the ground face first with an embarrassing 'oomph,' trying to pick up what dignity she had left.
"What the hell?" She whirled around to Danny, whose face remained expressionless. "Do you want the freaking town to burn to the ground? Because that's what's going to happen if we don't stop the ghost now."
"There isn't any mission," Danny explained, running a hand through his hair. "I wanted to talk to you, so I asked Valerie-"
Sam groaned. "God, do you really think you have everyone fooled?" she spat. "Don't think for a second I don't know who you are. You're Phantom."
Danny glared. "I thought we talked about this already."
"I don't believe it! Danny wouldn't have been such an ass to me! He would have taken my kindness. He wouldn't keep hiding from me like a dick, and he would definitely not be with Paulina." She sneered at the name. "I want Danny back, Phantom. If you don't give him back to me..." Her voice trailed off. Was it even possible to split them now that they were whole? Is this what Danny had been warning her about?
"I'm not Phantom," he said simply, which only irritated Sam more.
"To hell you aren't! I'd recognize that damn attitude a mile away. You're a-!"
Danny had strode toward her, tipped up her chin and kissed her with all his strength. Sam kicked and punched and pulled at him, but Danny just wound his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
After figuring she couldn't escape, Sam gave up, and Danny pulled back to look her in the eye.
"I've wanted to do that since I woke up."
Sam blinked, shaking her head. "If you think sweet talking me is going to work-"
"Sam." He placed his face in her neck and she jumped. "I'm sorry. When I told you about those weird feelings...I don't know, I couldn't understand it. Ever since I've woken up everything has been the same. Everything except you."
He pulled his face back to meet hers and Sam seemed bewildered.
"What's wrong with me?" She whispered.
"Well, it's not so much that you've changed. I have. The way I see you now...I've wanted to see you, to kiss you all this time. I couldn't get it out of my head, but I didn't want to hurt you, and then Paulina came and offered-"
"Offered to make you forget," Sam finished, having the same offer brought to her. She only understood this situation a little too well. She glanced back at him. "So, that's it?"
Danny laughed and Sam relaxed at the sound. It was a Danny laugh, innocent and carefree. "Why, did you think there was more?" He buried his head back into her neck. "What more can I offer you, other then all that I am?"
Sam felt her face redden at his words. "I haven't forgiven you yet. You were still a jerk."
Danny looked up, with a pout, before a smile formed. "Then I'll just have to earn that forgiveness again." He nuzzled her neck, kissing up her jaw before capturing her mouth.
Can Sam trust this new Danny? Will Danny be overshadowed? Tell me what you guys think in the reviews! Next chapter is gonna have some more intense scenes lol but nothing you guys can't handle :)