Wow sorry guys. Here's another chapter. I'll talk to you guys after.
Disclaimer:I don't own dp.
Sam held slept through the night peaceful; a new peace that aroused in her. She went down stairs to eat breakfast in the desolate dinning room, and then wandered started back to her room, where she found her wedding dress hanging.
'Tucker had better convince Danny soon, in a couple of hour the maids would finish adjustments. She hadn't told anyone about canceling; so all the maids were running around making final decorations. There was a knock on the door, and it opened; and the guest surprised her.
"Hello Sam." She looked so calm and peaceful standing there.
"I haven't talked to you since I arrived." Sam's voice held guilt.
"I've been quiet. But now I have to speak my mind." Susan kept messing with her hands and her dress, obviously she was nervous.
"Yes." Sam was unsure of what she would say.
"Sam, I'm fairly old, and I admit that life is the most complex thing we live in especially love. I want you to be happy with who you are going to marry… Don't do it for any other reason, but love. Don't make the same mistake I did." Sam bit her lip. She wasn't going to marry Matt. So she did the next best thing she could think of; lie.
"Yes, I am happy." She smiled as she thought of Danny and her together. Susan nodded and proceeded to the door.
"I'll see you tonight then." She was halfway out the door when Sam remembered the letter and shouted.
"Wait." Susan stopped in her tracks, and Sam continued.
"How did Matt's father die?"
"It was a long time ago. Your father and my husband were working in a lab. There must have been a chemical that drove my husband mad. Your father killed him in self-defense." She let a long sigh.
"Or at least that's what the police said. My husband's father was there at the time and swears your father had no right to kill him… but the grandfather was supposedly killed during the accident only to be found alive when they were cleaning the lab. Your father meant to do good…it just. Never mind." She paused.
"That's all in the past now." And within a second she was gone. Sam aimlessly wandered out into the hall where she overheard a fight, and from the voices she recognized the two people fighting; Matt and his grandfather. She only heard bits of the fights, but she could already tell that she didn't like the topic of the fight; her.
"Why are you doing this?"
"I just want you to be happy."
"I love Sam." She heard a slap against Matt's cheek.
"Matt, have you not forgotten, you used her." Sam's mouth stood agape when she heard those words and yet she felt a rush of relief fall over her. She started to run, but in the process she knocked over a vase, and it fell to the ground.
"What was that?" Sam ran harder. She just made it except Matt caught a glimpse of her dress. He turned back to his grandfather.
"You shouldn't hurt her."
"She is a dime in a dozen Matt. She is worthless. I know the Manson type."
"Take that back." He snapped.
"Matt, her father killed your father." Matt stumbled back on his face unbelieving what he heard.
"What?"
"Her father killed yours." Matt changed the subject quickly.
"What do you want with Sam?"
"Nothing. Mind your business."
"So you promise not to harm her?"
"I promise." Benjamin had a smirk on his face and as soon as Matt turned his back he overshadowed him completely. He had won over the body.
"But I never said you wouldn't."
Sam took a closer look at the paintings again as she walked down that hall. She ceased when she arrived at the Emily portrait again. Her hand drew to unveil the painting, but she hesitated and pulled back her hand, only to place it on the curtain again.
"Sam." She jumped and let go of the veil only to see Matt. Something was different about him, but she couldn't place her finger on it.
"Matt." It was now or never.
"We need to talk. I want to cancel the wedding." She observed him looking deeply angry.
"Why?"
"Matt, I forced into this, I don't love you." She felt good letting all this out. Matt grabbed the cloth that he had stored away just in case.
"I was hopping it wouldn't come to this." He swiftly placed the cloth full of chloroform up near her nose letting that be the only thing she breathed. She limped into his arms and was knocked out. Matt threw back the veil to reveal a staircase going downward into the darkness.
"Now to finish off the Mansons." He carried her down the stairs; bridal style until he could be seen no more.
Danny's mind ran with loose with thoughts. It was all coming together. He swiftly landed on the balcony of Sam's room, and called out.
"Sam." The whole room was empty and desolate.
"Sam." He called, but the response was the same.
Tucker burst through the doors, to a very surprised Fredrick.
"Fredrick, Where's Sam this is very important."
"I thought she was in her room, but she could be in the study…"- No sooner as the words were out of his mouth Tucker had already ran off. Tucker almost knocked down the door. Danny was sitting on her bed, looking peacefully at a picture. Tucker looked over is shoulder to see that is was the picture of all of them at Sam's 17th birthday party. Danny's arm was snug around Sam's waist; both of them looking towards each other and Tucker shooting a look at the two of them.
"Is it funny the way things change? We were so happy back then…before it got complicated with this mess."
"Danny… about you being exposed. I'm sorry I did it out of rage, and I shouldn't have." Tucker backed up expecting Danny to blow up again. He just simply put down the picture face down and walked out.
"Forget about it."
"What?" Tucker stuttered. Danny was out the door.
"Where else would she be?"
"The study." The two almost fell into the abandoned study. A chill went down Danny's spine, and a moment later a blue wisp escaped his mouth, and in a flash he was ready to turn into Danny Phantom, but he relaxed when he saw Emily.
"What are you doing here?" She scolded.
"I'm trying to find something to help me find Sam." Emily grabbed a book, and handed it to Tucker.
"I know you'll be in trouble if you stay here any longer."
"I'm not leaving without Sam, I love her." Danny argued.
"She is as good as dead." The whole room fell silent."
"What do you mean?" Emile started to tinker with her dress.
"I know what Benjamin wants with Sam; he wants to regain access to the ghost zone."
"You mean he's dead?" Tucker shouted.
"Yes, he would be in the ghost zone already if that witch didn't cast that spell on him and the descendents."
"You lost me." Tucker interrupted.
"The important thing is that they can't die until…"
"Uh, Danny." Tucker pointed to a page in the book.
"Let's just say that it's not looking good for Sam." Danny eyed him annoyed. He held up a picture of a monster coming out of a man. At the bottom lay a dead bleeding girl. Danny turned angrily to Emily.
"Until what?" Danny voice was concerned and scared. She turned her back on the boys.
"Until they have a sacrifice." She turned. "And Sam fits that fulfillment."
Yea...I didn't really like this chapter. Sorry it's so short. It is setting up for the next chapter. I know you know all of it but Danny doesn't. Um for a treat for the last chapter (the one that previews the sequel.) I'm allowing this to be for the next two chapters. If you ask questions even personal questions (ex. Favorite color, why did you start to write? ) I'll answer that in two chapters. Just thought it would be neat for you guys to get to know me better. I know I said I would explain the last chapter but I'll just do it at the end. And if you have any questions ask. Please review.
-RGT-