The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come
Chapter Four
"They've been coming every night?"
"Just the past two nights. Ember then Desiree, which is weird. Desiree was the one who granted my wish…wouldn't she have come last? Who's coming tonight?"
"No clue. But, don't you think you should tell Danny? It could be dangerous, Sam."
"No. He's stupid, and being a jerk." She sighed, "How's your girlfriend?"
A manly giggle erupted from the other end of the phone, "She's so hot. She's so nice. She's-"
"Forget I asked…well, I've got to go…its nine-fifty here. I can't be on the phone past ten, so I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Okay, until then…merry Christmas."
"You're funny…bye."
A 'click' surpassed through the speaker and Sam put the phone back on its hook.
'No School for ten days. Horary, ten days of a pissed of halfa chasing down my back." She looked at the clock once more as it flipped the digital numbers to ten o'clock. "Two more hours…wonder who's coming tonight."
He touched the top of her head with a cold, clammy, undead hand. "Samantha." He said the lisp evident in his voice.
Sam breathed in the cold air, and exhaled through her mouth, a slight fog came out as she did so, "Clockworth." She said without even opening her eyes.
"You are correct. Now come quickly, child. We've much to see before the night is over."
She tossed the blankets off of her body, revealing black pajama bottoms with little silver bats on them. She reached over to her desk chair, where lay a faded grey hoodie with a red raven in the middle. Finally, she slipped into a pair of tennis shoes, not bothering to tie them.
"Let's just get this over with; so that I can go back to my life."
Clockworth was about to create a portal, she knew the stance he was in. Then he paused and glanced up at her through his red eyes, "You can't go back to that life, Samantha."
"It's Sam, and yeah, what other life would you like me to go to?"
He smiled, "I believe after tonight, you will know the answer to that question."
The green swirl sucked the two of them in. Sam's face paled, but she swallowed and closed her eyes, allowing the portal to take her to her future.
"I told them to put the…god damn it, just forget it…leave me be!" A very angry woman with long black hair pulled up into a business bun on top of her head shouted, slamming the perfectly carved, pearly white, expensive door to her office.
The phone rang three times, in which she ignored it all three. Then a very timid sounding secretary speaker-phoned, "Miss Manson, the AGS is on the phone for you, Mr. Masters said that it's very important-"
"Tell Mr. Masters he can go to hell. I'm not speaking with him."
"Um…I will do that madam."
The voice despaired and twenty-seven year old Miss Manson stood up from her desk and stared out the sky-scraper window, watching tiny people bustle their way through the city, picking up last minute Christmas presents.
With a great sigh, that seemed to take much effort to let out, she pressed one of the buttons on her phone, "Sherry, its Christmas Eve. I sure don't care, but you may as well go home to you're little brat-I mean…Kids."
Sherry's excitement was evident through the phone, "Thank you so much Miss Manson!"
"Yeah, just be back on the twenty-sixth. Six AM."
"Have a wonderful holiday!" The delighted secretary said and the room once again remained silent.
Once she was sure the woman had left, Sam pulled out a cell phone, "Vlad." She said into it, and it automatically dialed.
"Miss Manson, how good if it to call me…now about our deal?"
"Yes. I'm all for it."
"Perfect. Tonight, we will receive the head of Danny Fenton on a silver platter."
Present Sam had eyes wide as disks, "No!" She shouted and attempted to smash the desk of her future self, however, her hand went right through the wooden table.
Clockworth remained silent in his old state.
"Um…ew." Sam said, "I'll meet you at ten o'clock, at your mansion. I'll suit up there and we'll round up the ghosts' to attack for midnight."
"I'll be ready."
She folded up her phone and placed it on top of her desk, leaned over and folded her hands on top of each other with her elbows on the desk, "Walker, you may show yourself now."
The white ghost appeared from the floor, "Miss Manson, I do believe that what you have ordered my men and I to do is-"
"Excuse me? I don't believe I asked you. I gave you an order to kill Vlad Masters before midnight. I plan on killing Danny by myself. With you of course. If you disrespect my wishes, I won't only destroy the ex-halfa, buy you as well. Kill him. By midnight."
The warden saluted and faded away, Sam sighed once more, and then gave an evil grin. She pulled out an old photo of Danny and tore it in half, "Time to play Danny…let the games begin."
Clockworth glanced at Sam who stared at her older self in discust, "That can't be me! I-I love Danny! Stop showing me this!"
"This is your future, Samantha, I can not change it."
Sam knocked on the door of 34563 Forest Street very loudly. "Anybody home?"
She heard rustling footsteps from the inside and smiled, "HELLO?" She shouted again.
A tall man with ruffled black hair opened the door, "Sam?" He questioned, eyes wide, "Is…is that you?"
Sam smirked, "It was." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small silver device with red tips on the ends. She pressed the button in the center of the object, sending an electrical current through the ends, and onto Danny's body.
"Sweet dreams…" She whispered, kissing his cheek. She fully entered the house and closed the door behind her.
"Ah, Miss Manson. How good it is to see you."
She raised one eyebrow and looked up, "Vlad! What are you doing here…so soon?"
"I thought I'd just pop in…you know, say hello?"
Two black lines emerged to form Vlad Plasmus, "So, Sam, thought you'd kill me by sticking Walker on me?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You know very well what I'm talking about." A red ectoplasm ball shot straight toward Sam, not giving her the time to doge it.
She groaned and held her head, as another one shot toward her chest. Fortunately for her, the captive had begun to stir.
"VLAD!" Danny yelled jumping to his feet after regaining a sudden burst of strength, "Leave her alone."
Vlad laughed, "And this is where the prophesy comes to pass! Two forgotten lovers, lost in their hate. Shall die together, when the mighty come to power! Spoken on the day of your birth, Danny! It was bound to happen sooner or later!"
"Danny!" Sam shouted, "Look out!"
Sam woke with a scream and stared at her clock, the time read one AM, Christmas day.
The door slammed open, Danny rushed to her side, "Sam!"
The two stared at each other, not quite sure what to do.
But one thing was for sure, one of them must say it, before the future events come to pass.