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Sam gaped openly, speechless while the others stared in shock. Alesha looked away from them, at the floor, her brown cheeks obviously red despite her dark skin coloring. She must be really embarrassed, Sam thought to herself, but she didn't care. Anger bubbled inside her and for the first time inmore thantwo days, she was completely aware of her surroundings. She moved slowly, and purposefully off of the bed, stepping firmly onto the ground.
"You did this?" she asked through gritted teeth. "How...dare...you..."
"It was my job, okay?" Alesha looked up, obviously trying to hold back tears.
"That doesn't mean you ruin peoples lives! You practically tore down his very existence!" Sam yelled, barely aware of Jazz and Tucker trying to calm her down.
"I didn't know this would happen!" Alesha said back, her own voice rising. "How could I?"
"You rip a family apart and don't expect these kind or repercussions!" Alesha and Sam stood there glaring at each other for several minutes with Jazz and Tucker wondering wether the Fentons had heard anything.
"Look," Alesha folded her arms, her eyes still narrowed at Sam. "I made a mistake, okay? I'm here to try and fix it...do you want my help or not?"
"Why would we want your help?" Sam hissed. Alesha's eyes narrowed dangerously and she stepped closer to Sam, lifting herself into the air and towering over her menacingly.
"Because," she said, her voice dangerously quiet, "I am the only person who can prove any of what you say is true,besides Vlad and my Brother."
"What about your brother?" Tucker asked suddenly and randomly, afraid of where the conversation was currently heading. The way that the ghost and Sam were acting towards each other, this could end up in a down right fight. Alesha glared daggers at him, causing him to shrink back. "He's incapacitated." She turned her eyes back to the Goth girl. "So, do you want him back or not?"
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"You're sure she did this?" Vlad asked the figure in front of him.
"Yes sir," a fairly deep voice answered. "I saw it for myself."
"That is unfortunate," he sighed. "Bring her brother to my office. This may still work out to the best, but if it doesn't..." He faded of as two bright rings appeared around his waist and Vlad Plasmius now stood in the place of the billionaire human. "Bring him and the entire machine. I may have to break her. When do you think they'll arrive?"
"I left them almost as soon as she started talking. I would think they'll arrive in anywhere from five toten minutes. Maybe less depending on how quickly she could persuade them."
"It is extremely unfortunate that this took so long to relay," Vlad turned to him. "You're dismissed, and you shall receive a raise in pay as well, Miller."
"Thank you sir," his newest errand runner bowed and left quickly. Vlad lost no time in phasing through the walls and ceiling, heading towards Danny's room, although he wasn't sure he still wanted to keep the boy on. No matter what happened now, he was sure he could get his way. Still, there wasn't any point in taking chances.
"Daniel?" He phased through the floor of the room, only to find it empty. They couldn't have gotten here this soon, could they? Leaving the room, he headed towards the training room, and anywhere else he could think of to look for his prodigy.
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