A/N: The long awaited sequel is here! Thank you to everyone who loved "A Haunting Melody" it was really fun to write. However many of you were dying for a continuation and honestly I had thought of it and I was gonna do it anyway. This story will be more Lancer focused, his thoughts and experiences only.

So without further rambling, on with the sequel.

Chapter One: 0 to 60 in 3.5

Edward Lancer woke up to the incessant ringing of the doorbell, followed by frantic banging. Who could possibly be bothering him on a Saturday at 3:42 AM?! He angrily stomps his way downstairs, grabbing the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick on his way. He unlocks the door and swings it open, ready to lay into whoever was unlucky enough to interrupt his much needed rest. However at the sight of Sam and Tucker holding a barely conscious, bleeding Phantom he drops the bat and runs for the first floor bathroom. Tossing everything out of the cabinets, searching for the first aid kit.

He could hear the children coaxing Daniel to stay awake, however he could also hear the hysteria just below the surface. Finding the first aid kit and sprinting into the living room, what greeted him was not pretty. Daniel, nearly hyperventilating, lying on the floor in a pool of glowing green and red ectoplasm leaking from the slash across his side. It's so deep he can see the boy's ribs just barely poking out of the wound, as if sliced by a professional butcher. He is momentarily assaulted by a wave of nausea and dizziness.

Planting his feet firm on the ground, he slaps his cheeks. He cannot afford to pass out now. His heart jumps into his throat as the rings of light flicker at the boy's waist. This is not good, he's loosing energy fast. Lancer gets to work and tries to patch him up as best he can. He wills his hands to stop shaking and tries to calm the children down a bit. He attempts to reassure them, though it comes out more desperate than he intended. It takes him three tries to thread the needle. As he positions himself to start sewing he realizes they've run out of anesthesia. He asks for forgiveness as Daniel's screams echo off the living room walls.

He can't stop shaking, the guilt is too much to bare. His hands are too slippery to hold the needle, there's too much ectoplasm everywhere. He should have been there for him. Daniel's eyes start glassing over. He panics. Frantically trying to keep the bleeding boy conscious. He didn't notice until it was too late. Twin rings of light flash over the boy's body, Lancer had to shield his eyes it was too bright. Once his eyes adjusted all bodily strength leaves him at once. Sam and Tucker rush to Daniel's side, screaming for him to wake up. The children's cries were like knives to his heart. He didn't realize he was crying until his vision started blurring.

Suddenly the children turn to him. The sheer rage and hatred in their eyes felt like a bucket of ice water. He flinches. They shout obscenities at him, regretting ever trusting him. Accusing him of abandoning them. He wasn't there when they needed him. He's the adult, he should have been there. He failed them when they needed him most.

It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault.

He's suffocating, he can't breath. This isn't right. This is not happening. He looks at his blood soaked hands. Daniel's blood. This is wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

It's all his fault. It's all his fault.

It's too loud. Everything's too loud. He can't hear his thoughts. The beating of his heart feels so wrong. Wrong. Wrong. It's all wrong. Everything is dark. It's all pitch black. Where are the children!? Air, he needs air. Suffocating. He's suffocating. The smell of blood is everywhere. He's almost choking on it.

It's all his fault.

"Why Mr. Lancer?"

Everything stops. Complete silence. He hesitantly turns to the voice and what he sees freezes him to the core. Daniel, rather Daniel's Ghost hovers just above his cold, lifeless body. Staring at him with sad glowing green eyes. Eyes that make him feel like the scum of the earth.

"Why did you let me die?"

He didn't! His mouth won't cooperate. No sound comes out. His chest feels like it's being crushed by an elephant. He didn't want this. He never wanted this to happen. The children are still crying over his body. They can't see him. They can't hear him.

"You promised you'd be there for me"

He meant it! He meant it with every fiber of his being. Why did it turn out like this? What could he have done differently? The boy's ghost suddenly disappears. He looks around frantically. Then in the blink of an eye Daniel is inches from his face.

"You lied to me"

Lancer stumbles back, falling on his rear, scared out of his mind. What is happening!? Daniel hovers closer as he scoots back farther. That's not true! He didn't lie!

"YOU LIED!"

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

"MURDERER!"

He turns to the new voice. Jazmine? No, he would never! Sam and Tucker join in. Followed by the Fenton parents, chanting, yelling, crying.

"Now you pay with your life"

Daniel lunges forward and rams his arm straight through Lancer's chest, squeezing his heart till it pops.

Lancer jolts awake with a scream. Sitting up panting, he shakily wipes the sweat and stray tears off his face. His whole body is shaking, he places a hand over his heart. After feeling it beat for a while he slumps back into the mattress with a sigh. It was just a dream. A nightmare. He turns to look at the clock, it reads 3:42 AM. He sighs and rubs his face with both hands. The faint smell blood lingering in his nose. He's never had a dream like this before. Then again, he's never had a half ghost student before.

He sighs deeply, he can't go back to sleep after that. Every time he blinks he sees Daniel's ghost staring at him unblinkingly. Those glowing eyes piercing his very soul. He shivers. Getting out of bed he drags his feet over to the kitchen for some coffee. As he pours the water in the pot his hands are still shaking. He feels something cold brush against the back of his legs. With a scream worthy of a horror movie damsel, he jumps ten feet into the air. Clinging to the counter with legs in the air he whips his head around, only to find Cujo staring at him worriedly. The pup whimpers.

He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, returning his feet to the chilled linoleum. He can't take this anymore, he sits on the floor. Cujo takes this opportunity to snuggle into his arms, licking his fingers in reassurance. The cold fur sends shivers up his spine, but they are strangely comforting. He pets the little ghost pup, if only to steady his hands. He's thankful Daniel asked him to keep the pup out of trouble, misery needs company after all.

He sighs again, he can't stop thinking about that nightmare. It felt so real, too real. Almost like a warning. A premonition. He shakes his head vigorously, there's no way he would allow something like that to happen. He vowed to help and protect his students no matter what and that's what he will do. Even if it costs him his life. After drinking the entire pot of coffee and feeling the buzz of the caffeine kicking in, he puts on a track suit, leashes the dog and heads out the door. Pausing at the threshold, he grabs a wrist ray just in case. Cujo barks happily at going out, he sighs. Hopefully the brisk morning air will help clear his mind on this earlier than usual jog.

Little did he know at the time, that nightmare was only the beginning.

Dun dun dunnnnn! There is chapter one! This sequel is going to be much more angsty than the previous one. Since it's going to be through the eyes of Lancer. And as an adult, he sees danger much more easily than the children. Therefore there will be a lot of internal suffering lol.

Also I have no internet cuz some dumbass in a big rig 18 wheeler truck came barreling down my tiny one way street and took out my telephone cables. So I have no phone, internet, or wi-fi. I'm posting this with borrowed phone data cuz I'm even running out of that too. [ugly crying]

Also also, I'm still working on Dia Del Phantasma, don't worry. I know I said I like to finish a story first before starting on a new one but this sequel was nagging at me to start it so here we are. I don't have an upload schedule as you guys can probably tell, but I don't abandon my stories so don't worry about that.

Anyway thanks for reading and please review!