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Part Two: Roses are Red, Your Blood is Too

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Chapter Four: My Heart Beats Fast, and Just For You

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They walked, but who could blame them? It was only a mile or two to where Sam hoped she was going (she didn't know where the place was, but for some reason, she felt she was going in the right direction). The night was beautiful, with a slight, salty breeze coming in to keep the temperature a little cooler so the weather wouldn't be miserable. Night life on the seaside town seemed more exciting than in the daytime, but maybe because it was a whole other world. People came out at night that couldn't be seen in the day. Some had the strangest glimpse in their eyes, and Sam noticed that those with the strange glimpses would look at people every now and then- mostly the tourists -and they'd stop. It was almost as if they were be-spelling the poor people, because they'd walk by and touch those they held immobile and as soon as they were out of view the tourists would shake their heads in confusion and then walk off.

One of those strange people looked at her. She stared them down, feeling nothing, and when the stranger noticed, they frowned and scooted past her as if she were some sort of contagious disease. It was like she scared those people and she had no idea why.

What was wrong with them? What was wrong with those people?

"Hey, Sam," Danny said softly, breaking her from her thoughts. She looked down at her hand and noticed that he had grabbed it at one point. His flesh felt so warm and she was comforted by his touch so much that she unconsciously scooted in a bit closer to his body. A blush rose to his face at her advances, but he gripped her hand tighter. "You said it was the Red Moon Café, right?" She nodded slowly, snuggling in even closer to him. "I think we found it." Her head snapped up to see the little neon sign that proudly proclaimed she had reached her destination. People were crowding around the doors, as if there wasn't enough room to fit everyone inside. It was probably the truth, too. "It looks like a pretty popular place. Was this up and going when you were younger?"

"No." She shook her head. "I mean, it was here, I think, but I don't think it was this popular anyway. Lately, though, people want an experience that gives them the creeps. They want to be scared out of their wits and I think this is what this place does…aww…I don't know. I'm confused. It's all fuzzy, you know?" She examined the locket that she held. It glinted underneath the streetlights, almost as if it were winking at her and seductively saying, "Come and play with me." The locket reminded her of her childhood. It reminded her of the nights in her room when she was told stories filled with love and betrayal, humor and death, man and monsters. It reminded her of the nights when someone held her and said they were her friend. It reminded her of the nights when she was tucked into bed and kissed affectionately on the neck and left with nothing else but a small breeze and a warm, happy feeling. It also reminded her of eyes with a green glint. It reminded her of things she wasn't so sure of: fangs, blood, and a strange longing. "Rosiel."

"You called?" The voice came to her at but a whisper, but it seemed as loud as her heart thudding in her head. She scanned the crowd, but saw no one. Her breathing stopped for a moment and a strange iciness spread throughout her body. She shivered and Danny placed a comforting arm around her. She thought he asked how she got so cold, but she wasn't sure. All she really heard was the deep, deep voice that brought her spiraling back to days long gone. "Samantha Kyle Manson…it's been some time, hasn't it? Please, come in." She started forward to the crowded entrance. "Uh, uh, uh." It was almost as if the speaker were reprimanding a child. "Why don't you go through the back door?" She looked past the people and to the side of the building where an alleyway ran through. A door creaked open and she saw a figure standing there, dark and imposing. "I've been expecting you. I'll make sure you and your…date…are escorted properly."

"Sam, what's going on?" he asked as she led him through the people and to the alleyway. "Is there something happening here that I don't know about?" He looked around nervously, unsure that this was a good idea. "I don't feel so good about this, like something bad is gonna happen."

"It's just a back way to get through," she replied. "I wouldn't worry. We'll meet up with Rosiel, give him the locket, and get the hell out of here." A shiver hit her. "I don't know what it is about this place, but I kind of get a bad feeling too." Her sixth sense was screaming something was wrong, that she shouldn't even step close. Hesitation made her stop for a moment, but then she began to walk again, ignoring the feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Don't worry, Danny," she reassured him, although she wasn't sure if it was for his own sake or for her own. "It'll be fine." It would, right? She had her hero with her. There wasn't any cause for worry, right? Right.

They walked through the doorway and tried to ignore the hulking figure of a man who held open the door for them. As soon as they were in, it was shut and the man crossed his arms, assuming a position that clearly stated bodyguard. They looked down the hallways at the end of the staircase and saw a person walking up to them. She stopped before them and placed her hands on her hips. She was exotic, with a very Asian flair. Her hair was long, sleek, and black, stopping at her waist. Her eyes were an almond shape and as black as her hair. She was a little short, but heightened herself with two inch spiked heels. Sam felt a strange aura leaking from her. It was cool, but calming, and the aura felt old, very old. In fact, if she didn't know any better, she could have sworn the woman could have come from the good old days where China invented everything. When was that anyways?

"Rosiel waits. This way." She turned around and began to walk away. Danny looked at Sam who gave a helpless shrug. They both followed cautiously. As they went further down the hall, it started to get darker, and Sam felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, warning her of danger close by. They walked past some old wooden doors and she had a feeling there was something behind them that shouldn't exist. Danny's ghost sense went off, a large trail of blue mist leaking from his mouth. A hand reach through the doors and he and Sam leaped back, pressing themselves against the opposite wall, for it was not the surprise of a ghostly hand reaching through the doors, but it was the fact of what the hand was: large, black, clawed, and dripping with something that was obviously rotting. The Asian woman laughed. "I advise you stay away from the doors, young ones. Nothing will hurt you as long as you do not become too…curious."

They continued to walk down the hallway with its many doors. There were sounds that came out from those doors. Some sounded like grunts or moans of pain. There was a snarling sound too, and a snap, as if there was a big dog in the room that wanted to get out. There was another room that had someone screaming, but the door must have been heavily padded to prevent too much noise from escaping, because it was very faint. Danny and Sam hurried past that one, but there were other noises too. There were noises that were more disturbing than the cries of pain and the growls of hunger. There were whispers, whispers that told a person how worthless they were. The whispers would tell of a person's worst fear. There were whispers that gave promises if they would only be freed. There were whispers that told of torturing as well, and at one point Danny fell to his knees, unable to take a certain voice that said only to him, "Go on and fuck her. Fuck her until she bleeds. You want to fuck her until her body is ripped in half." He yelled for the voice to leave him alone, but it persisted, and he clutched his head in agony until Sam laid a soothing hand on his back. He looked up at her, tears streaming down his face. The voice still spoke, and he was grateful Sam couldn't hear a thing. "You know she'd like it. She's a fucking whore, just like your sister is. That's why your sister is never home and she's the same way. She may act all high and mighty, they all do, but she wants to get fucked just like every woman wants to. She's not worth anything. She's dirt. Go on. Fuck her. Fuck her!" His face crumpled.

"Make it stop," he begged. "Make it go away. Oh, Sam, I don't really think like that. I swear. Why is it telling me to do that?" He grabbed at her purple dress, pulling so hard that she had to bend down so that the material wouldn't rip. His blue eyes were wide with horror. "What do I do? How do I stop it? Please, Sam, help me." He gave another sob. "Please help me. I don't like it."

"Shhh, Danny." She cupped his face in her hands and gave an understanding smile. "Ignore it. Don't believe in it." He did, and the voice faded. He beamed. "Good. I can't do this without you Danny." It was true, because that smile helped her fight the voice that was saying, "You can't do anything. You're a piece of shit that can't even attract Danny. The boy's always looking at Paulina and she'll fuck him and then he'll leave you all alone because he doesn't really like you. He just wants a quick fuck and since you can't give it to him, he'll leave, because you can't even be a good whore." She smiled back, trying to ignore the horrible voice. Her lips trembled as it returned with renewed vigor and taunted, "He never pays attention to you. He'll leave you and you'll be all alone. All alone because you can't give a good fuck." She laughed a little. "It's mean, isn't it, Danny?" A few tears escaped and trailed down her cheek. "They're really horrible, but they aren't true." She clenched her fists. "They just aren't."

He nodded, determined, and hugged her tightly. "I know they aren't. They just aren't." He took in a calming breath, closing his eyes for a moment, and when they opened, they were a brilliant green, eerily glowing. He gave a quick nod of his head. "I'm ready. Let's go." He grabbed her hand to emphasize his strength and now he was the one that was protecting and providing comfort. He looked down at her, putting on a cocky grin. "Jesus, Sam, you have some of the weirdest fucking friends." A nervous laughter escaped his lips, but he was able to stop himself before it became too hysterical. "Who the hell keeps a rotting…thing?" He was trying to keep the mood light. She understood.

He was just trying to stay sane, just like she was.

They left the tunnel of horrors and emerged into a beautiful room where red and black prevailed. In the middle of a room there was a very large bed that could have easily fit Danny's entire family and then some. Someone was in that bed, among the currents of red silk sheets with black lining and the numerous black and red pillows. They stirred and Sam had the strangest feeling that she'd rather be behind Danny than beside him. He spread his arms a little as to shield her, but she also had a feeling that no matter how hard he'd try, his physical strength wouldn't be enough against this someone.

"Sire," the Asian said reverently. She gracefully fell to one knee, her right hand placed over her heart, her head lowered. It was respectful, very respectful. "May I present Samantha Kyle Manson and her, date?"

"The name is Daniel Xavier Fenton, lady!" he said angrily. He quickly turned around to glare at Sam who was trying her best to stifle a laugh. "You knew it already and it's distinguished, alright?" The seriousness in his eyes made her own tear up with building laughter. He turned around, muttering. "If you get a full name introduction, I should too. I'm not just "date," okay?" He would not be belittled, not in a place like this. For some reason, he wanted to be strong, or at least feel it, and naming himself helped him that way.

"I am sorry for the lack of hospitality." The someone in bed sat up and the shock of recognition that resonated through Sam's body was so strong she let out a small gasp. He smiled at her, his blue eyes deep and brilliant, with the smallest green glint in them. His black hair curled around his face beautifully, as if every strand was supposed to be where it was. His pale body was a stark contrast against the sheets, naked chest gleaming under the soft lighting of the room. Rosiel gave a gorgeous smile. "Forgive me, Daniel Xavier Fenton, but I am somewhat tired tonight." The green glint in his eyes intensified for a moment. "There were a few unexpected…difficulties…in the performance at the Red Moon Café. It took more energy than I thought." She felt a strange, stabbing pain in her neck when he said that, as if she might have something to do with it. "Oh, my dear Sam, did you come back to give me my locket?" He seemed to fall out of bed with a liquid grace. It wasn't a very human movement. "It's been some time, hasn't it?"

"What are you talking about? How long have you known Sam?" Danny nonchalantly took hold of Sam's hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. He glared at Rosiel and if looks could have killed, the magnificent man would have died in a horrible way. "What the hell are you doing with ghosts and…and…things? Who do you think you are?"

Rosiel shook his head, grinning. "So rude, so rude. You do not come to a place invited and then demand answers. I have given you my hospitality and what do you do? You act like a vulgar person and hurt my ears with your screeching." He took a few steps closer to the couple, blue eyes staring at them as if he could easily read their souls. "I do not like being uncomfortable. It would be in your best interests to just. Shut. Up."

With that last word he was there, directly in front of Danny, staring down at the poor boy. It was horrifying for the young man. Rosiel had been in one place one second and the next…it was like Danny had missed something. He knew he didn't blink, but it was almost as if time had skipped a beat for him; but no, that couldn't be it. Things like that weren't possible, right? Yeah, and ghosts didn't exist. "What the…? What the hell are you?"

The beautiful man gave a small laugh. It was sharp, bitter. The look in his eyes was not human: it was the look of a monster. He whispered into the young man's ear, "I am so much like that voice from earlier." Danny's eyes widened with surprise. "Oh yes, I know what you think. I know what you feel. I could torture you for your entire life and kill you with just one finger because of my imminent boredom with you and think nothing of it." To emphasize his point, Rosiel pressed his index finger into Danny's temple on his forehead and the halfa felt a horribly tremendous pressure. His vision started to blur and he felt like he might vomit. The pain went away when Rosiel removed his finger. "See? But I do not have to just make your life a living nightmare; I could give you pleasure you never thought possible." He licked Danny's ear and Danny tried to pull away and Rosiel grabbed his arm and held on; the other man was strong…too strong. "You should not fight something that feels good."

"That wasn't good," he whispered, disgusted. "That was just sick."

There was an impending silence for a moment, and then Rosiel let out a peal of laughter from his spot on the bed. Danny and Sam jumped at the movement they missed. What the fuck was he doing? Was mind control involved? Was it a trick? Rosiel laughed again. "Do not be frightened. You did not miss anything. I move the same as you. I must go through the exact same motions. It is just that I, well, I may go about it a good deal faster than mortals or halfas can. Not many can match one of the night…at least not one that has been around as long as I." He was standing in front of Sam now and even though she suspected that he might do that, she still didn't see he was moving, didn't even feel the air made from his passing. It scared the shit out of her. "I would love to show you how my world is, if you would let me." He bent down so that he could whisper into her ear and she was suddenly aware of his oh so warm breath upon her skin. It sent a sort of electric shock through her that made her bite her lip so that she couldn't gasp aloud. No matter what would happen tonight or in the near future, she would not let Danny know that what he did had just pleasured her. She refused to let that happen. "I can show you a whole new world if you let me in…just like you let me read you stories and tuck you in when you were little." The stabbing pain was back in her neck, stronger than ever and the awful realization of who he really was hit her like a bus would. "You remember me now, Samantha Kyle Manson."

"Get away from her you sick bastard!" And with that Danny allowed the change to come over him with two, blinding rings of light that swept over his body and allowed him to become the ever powerful Danny Phantom. His green eyes flashed with an unearthly glow and Rosiel matched them with his own, strange, otherworldly green glint. "Get away." The man didn't move, merely smirked. "Away…from her…now!" Rosiel merely grabbed Sam and held her close to him. She didn't move. She was too shocked by what he said to her. He was the man that told her the stories… "Rosiel!"

This man…

Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh shit!

He was…

Danny fired a ghost ray right for Rosiel's head. It was perfect aim: precise and fast, very fast. It was better than shooting a gun and…he missed. Rosiel was gone and up in his face before he could even blink and damn it all to hell. He was just too slow; he couldn't best this, this, thing, not with speed anyways. How did he best it? How did he fight something that moved faster than his eye could follow?

There wasn't any time to think and he paid for what little thinking he had down because Rosiel slapped him. The action seemed like nothing, just a normal backhanded slap, but it sent Danny flying across the room only to be stopped by a wall that he was able to phase through in the nick of time. There was an overbearing calmness hat reigned for a moment until there was a loud scream of horror and Danny came back through the wall, visibly shaken, his face pale as if he had seen, well, for the sake of horrible clichés, a ghost. "What the fuck is that? What the hell is in that room? It was like…there were a million of them and they were just…" A shiver coursed through him and he let out a groan that let them know how disgusted he was. "What is wrong with you? What makes someone keep those…creatures?"

"It is to show people like you that I can give you to them and they will do things to you." He had a hold of Danny's suit, lifting the boy off the ground. Oh God he was fast, just too fucking fast! "Of course, while they may merely torture you for a short period of time, I could actually do so for eternity if I wished it." He threw Danny so that he landed on the bed and the young man didn't turn intangible again, afraid he might end up in another room of dreadfulness. "I could make you mine, and Sam as well, and you would be with me until the Earth itself fell apart and even then, you would be with me in Hell and there wouldn't be a single thing you could do about it because you would be mine."

He smiled so wide that all his teeth showed.

Even the fangs…

"Oh." Danny's eyes widened at the implications, at where he was and who he was dealing with. He wasn't experienced with this kind of stuff. Sam was. She was the expert on it all and she had told him before what their kind did. She had always talked about them, as if she wished to have a love affair with one and now, maybe, she'd get her chance. She would probably get her chance to be with the fucking monsters and he wasn't so sure anymore that he could protect her. "Shit." He was in trouble now.

Those fangs were a testimony, as well as the speed, and the strange power held in Rosiel's eyes.

This man…

He was a vampire.

"You're a fucking vampire." He stated and Danny found he couldn't stop his cursing. He just found this all too unbelievable. They didn't exist, fanged creatures of the night that seduced women, stole lives, and could suck your blood. "This isn't happening."

"But it is!" Rosiel exclaimed. "It is." He was by Sam again and had pulled her raven hair aside so he might better reach the smooth, pale beauty of her neck. Those glimmering fangs slid out and rested less than a millimeter above her skin. She could feel her pulse so vividly now and by the way he inhaled in pleasure at that, she guessed that it might be taking everything in him to not just plunge into her. "And now, I wish to partake from you." His tongue darted out and tasted her fragrance. Danny went to get up and stop it all, but the Asian that had escorted them earlier came over and pinned him down and no matter how he struggled, she was too strong for him. "It's been too long."

As Danny phased through the bed to escape the woman's clutches, Rosiel's fangs slid into Sam's neck and she let out a cry of pain. It hurt so much, so much, and then…he drank from her, slowly, and she felt a strange, but amazing wave of pleasure course throughout her entire body. A soft moan escaped her and she grabbed at his shirt as she felt dizzy with lust and the bliss of it all. He held her, pressing her body to his and the pleasure ran through them both. She couldn't think anymore and could only experience the astounding feeling, that was the equivalent of wonderful, incredible sex. Her breathing became faster as he sucked harder and right before he stopped, it hit them both, a sort of orgasm and she cried out as their bodies bucked against each other, caught in the throes of passion.

That's when Danny came back up through the floor, grabbing Rosiel and flinging him away from Sam. She collapsed on the floor and her eyes closed from the exhaustion of it all. The vampire went flying this time and hit the wall. He looked at Danny and his aura flared to life, like a hot wave that threatened to destroy the halfa.

"You have just made me very mad." He ended up behind Danny and whispered, "That is a very, very big mistake."

Danny's world went black and he knew no more, could only think of one thing and one thing only: Sam, because now, he felt fear. He knew what fear was.

"Fear. A desire to escape danger. To believe with regret. A simple definition, that's all it is.

…they never thought that a vampire would take interest in one of them.

Of course, they never thought that a vampire wanted one of them.

They never thought of such a thing.

It just didn't seem likely. It never did.

They should have."

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Author's Notes: Okay, I give everyone permission to beat me with a club because this chapter really, really sucked and was short. I hate it, but I had to get the damned transition going for the next chapter, which I promise will be good. It just has to be! I know this was kind of fast and weird, but please forgive me and just give me lots of reviews so I know what you guys think. I swear the next chapter will have good stuff: blood, sex (maybe, sorta, kinda…I'm not too sure), and gore, gore, gore! Is this scaring anyone? Is this actually any good? I'm sorry it took so long. Summer's kept me busy but I plan on updating a little faster this time. Thanks for putting up with me. Ciao.

-Sealeena

P.S. Sorry for the retarded Part Two title. I suck and rhyming and gave up.