Alesha knelt in the ruins of the office, crying. Ghosts didn't have bodies when they died. They were already in spirit form, and they just transferred it from one place to another, although Alesha wasn't sure there was a life after afterlife anymore.

"You liked him, didn't you?" she spun and sat glaring at Miller as he watched her cry. Her sobs stopped as soon as he spoke.

"Of course I did," she said softly, dangerously. "He was my brother."

"No, the ghost kid," Miller leaned back on one of his hands and regarded her. "That must hurt, knowing what he did."

"Go away," Alesha said, trying unsuccessfully to hold backthe sobs that once again threatened to break through her chest.

"Ooo, I must be really close to get that kind of a reaction."

"GO AWAY!" but he didn't. He glided up behind her.

"Sorry," he knelt by her. She didn't have the strength or presence of mind to move away, so she stayed where she was. "I was just looking at this from a third person perspective. I mean, the boy you sacrifice everything for takes advantage and leaves."

"Shut up," Alesha felt her sobs being replaced by anger towards this new comer.

"Okay, but," he put a hand on her shoulder, "but I'm not leaving. I'm sorry you no longer have anyone to turn to." He put a hand on her shoulder, but she stood and floated into the air.

"Leave me alone," she said it softly, but firmly. "I never want to see you again." He watched her phase through the ceiling and strike out towards the Lake.

"Excellent work," a voice behind him cackled, and Vlad Masters stepped out into the light. "Those seeds of mistrust and hate have been planted...now we just need to nurture them. She will serve my purpose beautifully."

"Yes, Master," Miller smiled and bowed.

Three Days Later...

Danny liked the warm, comforting dark around him, but he'd been here for too long. He had to change, to move...yes...but that would mean leaving... He wasn't sure he wanted to do that just yet. He moaned slightly at his conflict.

"I think he's coming around..." a voice, in the distance was talking...as if carried on the wind.

"Tucker..." he whispered, and all of his memories came rushing back to him. His eyes snapped open, and he sat up, fast, which was not a good idea. "OW!" he yelped as needles embedded in his skin were moved unceremoniously and painfully around with his jolt.

"Danny," he immediately felt arms wrap around his shoulders, and recognized the red-brown hair of his mother immediately. "Thank heavens you're alright!" He looked around to see a white hospital room with a television in one corner, and a window on the wall, pouring sunlight through it.

"Mom...I..."

"Danny," he looked up to see the large frame of his father towering over him. "We'll discuss what has happened in these last few months later. For now," he leaned down, and for the first time for years that Danny could remember, he received a hug from his father. "Welcome back, son." Danny couldn't help but smile peacefully. Even if they weren't at their house, for the first time in four months, he was home.

THE END OF BOOK ONE:D


I got several reviews already, and I want to thank everyone who is reading this, again:D

Dark Ninja: Well, you said on the 12 day of Never I could have him, right? Well, I'm glad you hear they're changing the name of the month of "march" to "never" ;) Bwahahahahaha! I'll check your story out. Sorry it's been so long already.

Celestial: I would have guessed at least high-school. Looks like you have a LOT of talent there. :D Nice. Don't ever loose your ability to analyze stories. It will only help you in the long run (as long as you know when to use it, and when to disregard it totaly). :D :hug:Thanx for the review. :hug:

Thanks for all of your wishes to get well. I'm going to be writing a lot today, probably, seeing as I can't talk to anyone. No voice. shakes fist at stupid virus