You can tell I want to get this done quickly, can't you? Ah, well, less cliffhangers for you! This is probably going to be my favorite chapter! Which usually means something bad because I am known for my taste in violence and death. WHEE!
And for Marie Terensky (I think it was you), you know Russian too? I can't read Russian in English letters too easily, either, but my computer doesn't have the bilingual setting in MS Word. Sucks, huh? And I'm sorry, this story does not work like that. Otherwise, I wouldn't be writing it.
DISCLAIMER: no. Did you really think so?
RATED: T for slightly mature themes, mention of blood, and language.
Chapter 3
"Crescent"
The next day, Sam and Tucker burst into the Fenton household, searching for Danny, who did not show up for their regular walk to school. It was a custom they had developed in fourth grade, they were not about to break it! They saw a sobbing Maddie at the kitchen table and decided to investigate.
"Mrs. Fenton? What happened?" asked Sam. Maddie looked up and cried a bit harder.
"D-Danny and Jazz—they-they…they went missing!" she cried loudly. Sam and Tucker stared in disbelief; how could they have gone missing? They understood Danny's kidnapping—there were at least 20 ghosts who were after him—but why Jazz as well? It made no sense!
"Mrs. Fenton, we'll make sure to find him. We spend all our time with him, and we know where he could have gone. Don't worry," comforted Sam, Tucker patting her on the back lightly.
Maddie stopped crying for a short time abruptly and took a good look at the two friends of her children. She shut her eyes and bawled even louder, leaving Tucker and Sam to shape the woman back into her original form.
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Sam and Tucker were poring themselves over websites, courtesy of Tucker (who had heard that Valerie, Star, and some boy from their class was absent) over his PDA, and books in the library about ghosts. Sam, who was looking through a large, small-print book labeled Ghost Encyclopaedia, which was apparently old, leafed through the pages, a set determination in her mind. Tucker scrolled down the modern websites he found, only to learn useless information he already knew and had, in some cases, delved deeper into. He sighed, aggravated, only to be hushed by Sam. Sam was reading a very important passage at the moment. It hinted at the kidnappings, and so she continued reading. Ghosts usually want revenge or vengeance on a specific person, usually the cause of its death. They sometimes kidnap their loved ones for a ransom, almost always torture or pain, for the person to have them back. However, sometimes the case is different. There are other spiritual or demonic besides ghost, among them vampires (see page 492) and angels (see page 583).That was all Sam needed. She pushed a large chunk of the gold-framed pages to the left until she was staring at page 492 to see information on vampires; it might give her a lead on Danny.
Some vampires, although uncommon, have the leisure and sometimes discomfort of being both a vampire and a ghost. These creatures, because of the combination and clash of powers, succumb to one or the other's side first. If it died or became a ghost first, then it would give in to it's vampire side, for the younger a side is, the stronger it is, even if the older one has more experience. And vice versa for vampires and ghosts.
Sam shut the book with a loud slam, startling Tucker, who made a rude remark about her telling him to shut up when she made that noise. She brushed it off and practically pulled him by the ear to her house.
"Sam, I don't understand. He couldn't have! He was just fine yesterday, if a bit pushier. He also seemed to develop a stronger need for blood," said Tucker when Sam had explained the present situation.
"Exactly! It was a nudge in the direction to succumbing! We need to find him, Tucker!" she cried. He finally gave in when Sam began begging. In his mind, Sam begging was about as right as Dash being a small baby.
The two sneaked out of the house, totally clueless to where he might be. Sam, who knew everything about vampires and more (except for Danny's case), told him that since it was still sunset, they'd need to wait until nightfall to easily find him.
"But sunset is better if he's acting as you described. Because by nightfall, he'll be more vampire than anything," said Sam. Seeing Tucker's horrified face, Sam hastily added, "But he'll still be human, of course! He probably hasn't bitten anyone yet, and he'll remember us!"
Tucker was still pale, but continued his search with Sam. The key word being 'probably', he thought.
12345678987654321Sam sighed. It had been nightfall for fifteen minutes and she still hadn't found him; she was very impatient. But as she crossed the street ghosts most commonly came across, her eyes strayed to an alley. Ghost Alley, the three had named it.
"Come on, Tucker! I think he might be here!" she said, pulling his sleeve. Reluctantly, he followed her down the alley, the both of them keeping their eyes peeled for anything suspicious on the rooftops.
Just as Sam was giving up, a voice rang out in their ears.
"Looking for someone?" It was deep and from above them. They looked up and saw a figure bathed in the moonlight the perfectly crescent moon behind him gave off.
It took a bit, but Sam realized it was Danny. He didn't look the part, though. He now wore a sweeping, light, black leather coat, unbuttoned, that reminded Sam of The Matrix. Beneath that, he wore silk black dress pants and shirt. His tie—a tie, Sam couldn't believe it!—was blood red. His eyes, blacker than the sky itself, matched his hair, which had now grown longer to mid-back and swayed in the wind. His boots, leather, had steel-plated heels.
In his left hand—or right, from his side—was a staff. The staff had a perfectly red orb set on a silver block of metal, the stick made of black wood.
"D-Danny?" stuttered Sam. Danny raised an eyebrow.
"Danyek," he corrected. Sam gasped, but no sound made it out of her mouth. To his side, a girl appeared.
The girl had long, auburn hair reaching down to her calves, the bangs tied back with a black silk ribbon. Both the ends of the ribbon and her hair swayed the same way Danny's hair did. Her dress had puffy, short sleeves with netting coming down to her wrists and had a low collar (showing a good amount of cleavage) so that her neck could show off a blood red silk ribbon, whose ends also blew in the wind. The dress itself was multi-layered, the first layer coming down to mid-thigh, the second layer covering her legs down to her ankles, and the third layer a fishnet layer that swept over her black high-heel shoes.
The two had matching black eyes. But Sam could hardly recognize the girl she originally was: Jazz. She gasped, and quite loudly, backing up into Tucker, who also gasped. He had bitten.
"J-Jazz?" she stuttered stupidly. Jazz, also, raised an eyebrow.
Danyek turned to his sister. He asked her something in a foreign language.
"Yasmin. Tih znayesh shto delat, da?" Yasmin, or Jazz, smiled. Her response was a simple, "Da" before smirking smartly.
"W-What language was that?" asked Tucker.
"Russian," replied Sam. "He said, 'Jazz, you something something something, yes?'"
"Oh, that's specific," replied Tucker sarcastically when Yasmin swept down to their level, almost invisibly, and held Sam's jawbone closely under hers. Yasmin smiled gently at Sam, baring her fangs. But then she frowned, realizing something, and motioned for Danyek to take a look.
"Ah?" he asked impatiently. "Shtoto ne pravelno?"
"Nyet. Onee ne gatova. Noozhna zhdat da zavtra."
Danyek sighed angrily and motioned for Jazz to go as he stayed behind. He stared the petrified Sam and Tucker down, examining every aspect of their being before finally saying one word.
"Pravda." He stood before the two abruptly and smiled genuinely, not baring his fangs at all. "Hey, Sam, Tuck."
"What was that all about?" asked Tucker angrily.
"I really don't know. My head began to spin and then that was all. The next thing I knew, Jazz was standing beside me, asking me in some kookoo language, Italian, I think, what to do. Weird thing is, I got it."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Well, glad that's over with, Danny!" Danny smiled. "Wanna come over or something?"
"Yeah, sure, I'd love to. But first, I need to find some clothing to change into before your parents make that restraining order again."
They all laughed, Danny a bit weaker than the rest. "So I'll see you there, 'k?" The other two nodded mutely, glad, and went their separate directions.
Chapter 3
Chapter 4: soon, my darlings…
Okay, not the way I expected it to go, but pretty damn cool nonetheless. I loved having Danyek speak Russian. So fun! Next chapter is going to be pretty damn twisted, and the one after that (if there is one after four) is going to be totally awesome! Resolution is, as of now, unresolved, but that can easily change…