Dedicated to: the one I miss with all my heart, Stephen.
8) Taking Over Me
It had been two weeks. No. Two weeks, three days, fourteen hours, and ten minutes. That was how long it had been since she had found that note in her locker beside a photo of the three of them. He left no explanation, no excuse. He simply said that he was leaving, and he promised to come back someday.
you don't remember me
but i remember you
i lie awake and try so hard
not to think of you
but who can decide what they dream
and dream i do
"But when, Danny?" she whispered, gazing at the tear-stained note in her hands. "When will you come back to me to tell me why you ever left at all?"
i believe in you
i'll give up everything just to find you
i have to be with you to live to breathe
you're taking over me
Sam Manson slowly stood from her full-size bed and set the note upon her dresser before turning to the stereo and switching it on. Amy Lee's beautiful voice broke through the silent room, and Sam sang along with "Taking Over Me" as she began to dress. She slipped a black shirt over her slim and perfect upper body. The seam of the shirt grazed just above her naval as she slipped on a pair of dark black hip huggers. The dark fabrics clung to her body to reveal every curve and form.
have you forgotten all i know
and all we had
you saw me mourning my love for you
and touched my hand
i knew you loved me then
She sighed sadly as she stood before her full-length mirror brushing out her raven, mid-back length hair. The purple dyed strands from her seventeenth birthday were now a permanent accessory to her everyday wardrobe, and she absently slipped on a black jelly bracelet as she turned back to the mirror, still singing.
i believe in you
i'll give up everything just to find you
i have to be with you to live to breathe
you're taking over me
She gasped, and her singing suddenly ceased as she suddenly found in the mirror not her own reflection but that of a phantom she knew all too well. She rose her hand; he followed the movement. She tremblingly touched the mirror as his reflection did the same. His green eyes bore into her own lilac-colored ones, his white hair ruffled by a sudden wind that also rippled through her own dark locks. They continued to stare at each other like that for many minutes.
i look in the mirror and see your face
if i look deep enough
so many things inside that are
just like you are taking over
"Danny?" she whispered, but the illusion faded away. She found herself gazing at her own reflection once more.
She began to cry, closing her eyes as the tears spilled down her cheeks. Now she was seeing him in the mirror. Was there any place where he wouldn't haunt her? She didn't move as a breeze moved gently about her room, rustling a few papers here and there. Something soft touched her cheek, and her sobs stopped abruptly. An arm snaked around her waist, holding her tightly.
i believe in you
i'll give up everything just to find you
i have to be with you to live to breathe
you're taking over me
She slowly opened her eyes to find two slightly glowing green eyes gazing into her own reflected in the mirror. She said nothing as two rings moved up and down his body, changing him into the black-haired blue-eyed teen she knew and loved all too well. He slowly turned her to face him, gazing into her lilac eyes with his piercingly bright blue eyes.
He caressed her cheek, and she raised her hand and covered his with her own as she closed her eyes, leaning into his touch just a little. The arm around her waist pulled her closer until they were centimeters apart. Sam opened her eyes as his hand slowly traced her face before moving to her neck. She trembled a little at the feelings this brought in her as he moved his hand behind her head.
He was leaning in, his eyes searching hers before, slowly, his lips captured hers. She felt her legs weaken beneath her, and his other arm moved to wrap around her waist as well. Her own arms wrapped themselves around his neck as the kiss deepened. She ran her fingers through his hair as he caressed her tongue with his own.
Sam didn't know how long they had been kissing until they finally broke for air. Somehow, in the midst of their kissing, they had ended up on her bed. Her body was pinned beneath his; her eyes were half-lidded and darkened with passion. Her breathing grew ragged as he continued to gaze down on her, his own clear blue eyes darkened by passion.
They never spoke as the two of them kissed again; Sam's hands slowly moved from his hair to the hem of his shirt. Slowly, her hands caressed the skin beneath his shirt as they continued to kiss. Her hands moved over his finely tuned chest, courtesy of his many years of ghost hunting. She sighed in his mouth as his own hands began to explore the unknown territory beyond her shirt.
Their passion grew, the hours passed, and two people became one. Together, they lay spent beneath the black satin sheets of her bed. His arms slid around her waist, bringing her fragile and perfect form close to him. She smiled as he kissed her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he moved his kisses to her neck. She tightened her hold only slightly around his neck, her eyes filling with tears. For in her ear he had whispered that he would never leave her again.
A/N: I'm afraid there's no deep speech to conclude for this one either. This isn't even really how I wanted this one to end. Remember my challenge, dear readers. Perhaps you could write a better ending for Taking Over Me.