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You are about to read a very sad, and slightly weird chapter, so I'm warning you now. Here's chapter eight at last!

Chapter Eight

The Leader

"No!" Sam screamed at the top of her lungs. She watched in horror as he collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Running as fast as her legs would take her, she rushed over to him. Tears ran down her cheeks as she reached him and fell to her knees.

He lay unmoving and pale. His eyes were closed and she couldn't see him breathing.

She burst into tears and clutched his limp hand, pressing it to her face. She rocked back and forth, her free hand covering her eyes.

Twenty or thirty feet away, the Leader sighed. He hoped he wouldn't have had to have done that. But, it was too late for regret now. The boy was dead.

He watched as the girl mourned over him and was slightly shocked. He hadn't known the boy actually had helpers. However, their number was dwindling, while he still had reinforcements coming any moment now.

"What should we do now?" the servant asked.

Vlad stared out at the girl and had a thought. "She's emotional enough to turn and join us," he said, pointing her out to him. "She might be of good use to us."

He began to walk, but the servant reached for his shoulder. The Leader turned to him curiously, and slightly impatient.

"Sir, you're not a vampire," he said.

"I'm well aware of that," he snapped.

"How do you intend—"

"Don't question me." He held out his palm and an orb of glowing green, blue, and black energy appeared. "I never said I was going to make her an immortal. There are very few of my kind. I'm going to change that."

He pulled away from his servant and started walking towards the girl, his feet leaving tracks in the muddy ground.

Sam's eyes snapped open as she heard movement behind her. She caught sight of the Leader approaching her slowly.

A sudden rage burned inside her. Her fingers tingled with angry energy. Without pausing another second, she placed one hand against Danny's chest and threw her other one out behind her.

A powerful blast of lightning shot from her palm and flew to Vlad, encircled him, and then struck him. He fell to the ground, glowing slightly.

Sam stood up, but before she could, a hand grasped hers,. Turning around, she saw Danny's eyes flicker open.

"Da—" she began.

He pressed a finger to his lips. Looking behind her, she saw Vlad was preoccupied, and so she leaned down.

He propped himself on one arm, and she wasn't surprised to see him shaking with the effort. "I need you to trust what's about to happen," he whispered into his ear.

She looked at him nervously. "What do you mean?"

"You'll see. Can you distract him for me?" he asked.

She nodded, confused. He was scaring her. What was he talking about?

He kissed her once, and then went invisible. She stood up again and the Leader glared at her, but didn't seem to be aware of what had happened.

"Witch!" he yelled.

"Damn right. I'm proud of it," she said. Whatever he was doing, she was hoping Danny would hurry.

"You'll pay for that you foolish girl," he said.

Sam began to chant.

"Protect me Goddess—"

Vlad's voice broke through her concentration.

"You know, I could have turned you, and let you live. Now you're going to die, just like Daniel," he threatened.

"Hey!" called a voice.

Vlad flipped around.

Danny stood, ten feet from him, glaring at him with blue eyes. "Number one, don't call me Daniel. Number two, don't mess with my girlfriend. And number three," he said, smiling. "Who said I ever died?"

He raised his hands. "Now!" he shouted.

A streak of green shot from his hands, and at the same time, Sam held out her hands, sending an electric shock out from them.

Vlad put his hands out and blocked them easily, a bright shield of ectoplasmic energy appearing in front of him.

But he wasn't prepared for what happened next. He was hit from the back, a blast so powerful, it knocked him to the ground.

He rolled over and got to his feet rapidly, infuriated and shocked.

Staring back and him was a familiar face.

Blue eyes and black hair, a pale complexion. Yet instead of a black turtleneck and jeans, he wore blue jeans and a white shirt, with a red collar and a circle in the center. He raised his eyebrows.

"Danny-"

"Fenton? Yeah, pretty big surprise for me too," he said. "But surely I don't have to call you the Leader, Plasmius?"

"You weren't supposed to be here!" he shouted.

"Whoa, whoa, I think Plasmius is kind of scared," Danny Masters taunted. He walked forward two paces. "You know, I kind of like his world better. In fact, I'd switch anyway, as long as Sam remains my girl," he added, after seeing Sam narrow her amethyst eyes.

"Let's see if you live that long," he warned. He held out two hands, both pointed towards the two boys.

In unison, as if a hand was at their throat, choking them, the nearly identical boys fell to their knees, trying desperately to breathe.

Sam acted quickly. "Nosata entreerestara punl fresto." She felt a burning in her eyes, but didn't close them. "Universe give me power! Goddess give me strength!" With that she threw out both hands and sent a swirl of blue ice and red illusion arrows at him.

Caught unprepared, The Leader's hold on the boy's broke, and he fell backwards. She knew he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.

She rushed over to the Danny she knew and helped him to his feet. She took glances between them. Other than their jet black hair and gorgeous blue eyes, she finally noticed the differences between them. Danny Fenton had paler skin, and a boyish face. While Danny Master had a darker, yet rougher skin type, and seemed to be taller.

"How did this happen?" she asked.

"We were kind of overshadowing each other. The Leader probably wanted to make sure I didn't exist anymore, so we sort of become one. But at the same time, our powers returned. So it could have screwed up the spell or whatever," he replied, rubbing her back.

"Then why didn't you say something?" she asked.

"For the first couple of hours, I couldn't break through. After they kidnapped us, I could find somee ways to get through. But you just thought you were hearing voices."

"Sorry," Danny said, cringing. "I just thought—"

"You were insane? The Leader made you think that, he wanted you to think that, so you wouldn't try and escape," Danny Masters said.

Danny peered over at Plasmius, who was still glowing. But the glow was starting to fade however.

"How long does that last?" he asked cautiously.

Sam followed his gaze and bit her lip. "Not for much longer." She paused. "What do we do now?"

"If I know my father, he's got helpers coming most likely," Danny Masters said.

"Like what? More vampires?" Sam asked. As if in answer, two identical streaks of blue escaped from their mouths, signaling only one thing.

"Don't think so," Danny Fenton said.

"That's right," said a voice.

Danny Masters and Sam gasped. Danny Fenton turned around to see a young, blonde haired girl standing behind them, her slanted eyes flickering unnaturally.

"Paulina?" he asked.

"Oh, no," Sam muttered, clapping a hand to her mouth. Glancing at the girl's pale neck, she saw two markings.

"They've turned her," Danny Masters admitted, his eyes cold.

"Exactly."

Vlad walked up behind her and laid a hand on Paulina's shoulder.

"But vampires and ghosts aren't all I have planned for you," he said, evily. He transformed into his human form, then disappeared.

"Looks like you're screwed," Paulina said. She nodded behind them and they swung around to see several weird shaped things flying towards them; ghosts.

Paulina took advantage of their distraction and grasped onto Danny's shoulders. She was about to sink her vampiric teeth into his neck when Danny Masters shoved her away.

"Can you take care of the ghosts?" he asked him quick.

"Yeah," he said.

"I'll take care of the vampires," he said. "Good luck." He ran off, now fighting his deadly enemy Paulina, who he couldn't believe had once been his ally.

Sam gave him a quick, encouragingly smile and then followed him.

Danny raised his arms. Two rings of blue light enveloped him and he became his ghost form normally; silver boots, neck collar, gloves, and belt, black the rest, and glowing green eyes. Reaching behind him, he smiled when he felt the strap across his back that had the Fenton Thermos attached to it.

Something hit him in the back and he lurched forward, but managed to keep his balance. He kicked out his foot and struck the odd, orange, mohawked, punk ghost right in the chest.

He fell backwards and Danny seized his chance. He unstrapped the Fenton Thermos and pressed the "Entrap" button on the side.

The ghost was pulled into a vortex of blue white light and disappeared.

He turned around and barely managed to dodge a blow from a large, steel pole. This ghost was a girl with long, blonde hair and red eyes.

From his hand shot a ball of ectoplasmic energy and it sent her flying backwards. He followed the same routine and she was trapped inside the Thermos.

A sudden shock went through him and he cried out in pain and it ended. Another ghostly girl laughed and prepared to strike again.

Danny put up his shield and it reflected off and hit her instead.

Like the other two, he easily he caught her inside. He sighed and got ready to fight the next ghost. Three down….a million to go.

Over on the other side, Sam was wrestling with the stronger Paulina, rolling over on top of each other, fighting. Danny Masters was busy with the others. Fighting off two at a time, he barely noticed when Sam managed to throw off Paulina and stood up.

"Power of sun, I ask thee, to light up darkness and aid me," she yelled.

There was a flash of blinding light that came up from the ground. Almost as if the sun was shining from the earth. Paulina and the other vampires shrieked, and then disappeared in flashes of their dying light.

At the same time, Danny Fenton, entrapped the last two ghosts into the Thermos.

Vlad watched the two groups, only ten feet away. The witch was helping them. She'd have to die, right now.

He teleported in a flash of light.

Danny Masters wiped perspiration from his forehead. "That was a cool spell," he said to her, walking close.

"I've been practicing," she said.

Her face suddenly became pained and she closed her eyes, and then she disappeared without a trace.

"Sam!" he cried out, looking around wildly.

"What happened?" Danny Fenton asked, walking up to him. "Where did she go?"

"You have five minutes to find her until the invisibility is cast off from her," Vlad said, appearing faintly in front of them.

"You bastard!" Danny snapped, lunging for him.

The Leader went intangible before he could, an evil laughter remaining.

Danny swiped the air where he had been, angrily. Danny Fenton latched onto his arm, holding him back. Their similar blue eyes met.

"We'll deal with Plasmius later, we need to find Sam," he said.

Danny nodded in agreement. "I don't need five minutes." He clapped his hands together, closing his eyes.

"By starlight, by firelight, grant me a wish I seek tonight. Let me see the one to find. Let it be in sight and mind," he chanted.

He chanced opening his eyes, the expression on his face doubtful that the spell had worked. Sam had taught it to him, and then he gasped.

There was a bunch of sparks and a misshapen figure lay flat out on her back, five yards ahead of them, on the ground.

The rushed over to her. Danny Masters reaching her first; Danny Fenton few feet behind, giving them some room.

She smiled at them and looked okay, other than her pretty face, which was deathly pale.

"I told you that spell would work. All this time, you thought I was wrong," she teased.

"Yeah, I'm know, I'm sorry," he said. He took her hand and was slightly shocked to feel it was cold. Usually Sam's skin was warm. "Are you alright?"

"Maybe I'll live," she teased. "Catch me, as I fall. Say you're here and it's all over now," she sang softly.

"It's over, I promise," he said. "We need to get out of here. Rest while we have the chance. Rebuild your strength." He glanced over towards his other him. "And get you home."
"You can do that?" he asked.

He nodded and turned back to her. He swallowed nervously. Sam was getting paler, her breathing shallow and he was getting worried. He needed to get her somewhere safe.

"Can you stand?" he asked.

"Probably," she said hoarsely. He reached for her hand, and began to help her up when she cried out in pain.

"You're shivering," he said, leaning towards her again, confused and horrified at her outcry. She tried to take deep breaths, but failed, and kept closing her eyes as if it were difficult to keep them open.

"Sam, tell me what's wrong," he demanded.

Her hand moved shakily towards her chest, and she moved her black cape to reveal a stab wound, pouring blood from it, right over her heart.

"Oh my god," Danny said, already tearing off pieces of his shirt. She caught his hand, and stopped him.

She sniffled, a tear running down her cheek. "Have you ever wondered, what it would be like to live in harmony, as a beautiful, independent horse or a cat. Or maybe a pretty Monarch butterfly?"

"Don't say that," he pleaded, knowing she was referring to reincarnation.

"I loved you since the day we met," she said. "And all because you tripped over my own foot, and then yours." She laughed, harshly.

"God, Sam, please," he said, holding her. "Don't—"

"You know what you have to do," she said, crying now. "I'm not leaving you. You know I'll always be here."

She reached up to kiss him, one last time. When she pulled away, her amethyst eyes were glazed over.

"I love you, Danny," she whispered.

Her hand went limp in his and he closed his eyes. Thoughts rushed through him, but only one was clear. Vengeance.

And when he reopened his eyes, they were glowing red.

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Cries Danny's ticked. Speaking of Danny, I hope I didn't confuse anyone with the whole, Danny Masters/Danny Fenton thing. I looked over it, and I can tell the difference, but I'm not sure what you will say, so if you're totally lost, tell me, and I'll try and fix some of it.

Please RR! And like I did before in The Alternate, I'm going to give you the last two chapters of this story. Chapter Nine: Destination, Chapter Ten: Nothing Has Changed. So be looking for me sometime during the month! Oh, and Fiction will be updated later on today, when I get it finished typed.

Lateraina Wolf