Ok, I dunno why I'm even updating… I guess just to clear things up for people. I only got a few reviews, probably because I lost a LOT of people. I am gonna clear things up for you right now though…

Clearing things up:

Ok, you could tell right away, that Vlad was being just a plain creep, teasing her and all. When at the funeral, Vlad had taken a piece of Danny's hair, that way he could make a clone or an evil twin in this case, I guess. After that, Vlad found it to be fun to tease Sam, to make her give up all her hopes on Danny. So, he planned it perfectly, taking the time out to place letters, make the fake Danny appear in areas, and all that junk. This was to keep her distracted from trying to find Danny, or from her even believing in him anymore.

Sam of course fell for it, thinking it was Danny, but in the end of the beginning of this story, she found out that it wasn't Danny after-all, therefore giving Vlad what he wanted, for her to not think the real Danny was coming back.

I hope that made a little bit of sense? The reason for him doing this will be explained later, and yes, there is a reason on his part, not only to be a creep, but also for a reason of his own, which will be explained in this chapter or the next one… not sure yet. I hope I can get some of my reader's back, I didn't mean for it to get so confusing. Anyhow, please review if you are reading, I want to know if I have some people who are making sense of this :P

Chapter 7: The Real Thing

I woke up at 4:00 in the morning, to a noise in the kitchen. I sat up, and looked around my room for a second, still in a bit of a daze. What was all that noise about anyhow? My mom and dad didn't work or anything. I walked up to my door, feeling my heart beating in my chest. All the sudden I felt the pain in my back, and fell to the floor.

I had totally forgotten about it, it hadn't hurt at all, but the numbing had finally worn out. I clenched my back for a second, but then climbed back up to a standing position. I began to walk, but with each movement I made, a sharp pain ran through my back.

When I walked up to the stairs, I groaned. How in the hell was I supposed to make it down the stairs? I was gonna die… not really, but I had to think I was.

I set out my other hand to grab the railing, and help pull myself down the stairs. I felt like some old lady, clutching my back, and limping down the stairs. Although, I don't think that at being old, you could have this much of a back pain… or at least I hoped not.

The 'never-ending' stairs, did come to an end, after what seemed like hours, and I felt like sitting down, but I needed to check it out before whatever it was ran away, or disappeared.

I peered around the corner into the kitchen, and I saw the familiar figure of Danny, floating in the kitchen, stuff scattered all over the floor. What was he doing… wait… this wasn't Danny, Danny wasn't real, it was all-fake. It was that fake thing, whatever he was supposed to be.

Without saying anything, he ran up to me, wrapping his arms around me. I could see tears in his eyes, and I almost started to cry myself, but then I held back the tears, and pushed him away. There was no possible way it was him, Vlad was just trying to break my heart again with that twin.

"Sam, it's you? I told you I'd come back," he said, tears still coming out of his eyes. That didn't seem like Danny to me at all. He sounded sad, but why was he throwing my stuff around? I remembered the letter, the part about the eyes, although Danny didn't write it, maybe it was true.

I stared him strait in the eyes, not letting him get an advantage of me. It wasn't his normal eyes, not at all. I could remember those eyes better than anything, and these weren't it. Although, I had seen his eyes on a fake before, there was no truth in anything anymore.

"Get away," I told him, almost beginning to cry. Why was Vlad doing this to me? What had I possibly done to him? Or more so… what had Danny done? Vlad couldn't get his revenge on Danny, so why not take it out on what mattered most to him?

"What's wrong Sam?"

"Your not Danny," I told him sternly, and his expression grew fierce. Whelp… that pretty much gave it away. I started to run in the opposite direction, but I knew he was faster than me, and he would catch up to me in a mere few seconds.

Amazingly, I made it all the way up the stairs, and to my room, with no problems, except for the increasing back-pains… but there was nothing much I could do about that for now. For some reason he didn't want to follow me, but why not? There wasn't anything I could do to him, he could run up here right now, no problems at all.

I could hear the steps creaking, and my body began to shake. No matter how much I had given up on life, I was still scared of death. Everyone's worst nightmare… well… a lot of people's, no matter how much they hate themselves, or the world around them.

"Please leave me alone…" I whispered, as though he was going to hear me. All the sudden, I saw myself falling through the floor, and I started to scream, but whoever had ahold of me cupped their hand over my mouth. The same sensational touch I had felt with Danny.

I closed my eyes, and before I knew it, my feet were resting on the ground again, and I opened my eyes to see Danny's room.

"Danny?" I asked, and looked at him, standing in front of me, his green eyes glowing in the darkness.

"Sam," he sighed happily, grasping me close to him. I could smell the same scent I had smelt on him before, the same smell I loved to smell when I was close to him. It was Danny, it had to be. He had that gentle touch, gentle voice, and his soothing eyes.

"Danny, you did come back," I said, forgetting to even make sure it was him. I didn't care right now, questions were for later. I set my arms around him after a while, so happy to be in his arms once again, where I belonged. I could feel tears running down my face, I knew it was him, before I wasn't paying attention close enough, but now I was, now I was with him, and the real him.

"Shhh," he said to me, wiping the tears off of my face, and brushing a lock of hair out of my face. My eyes were puffy from crying, I didn't know what to do, I was over-joyed. Everything from the past was flushed out of my mind, I was with him now.

I rested my head against his chest, trying to soak it all in. I was actually with him again, not a fake but with him. All the apologies I wanted to tell him, wouldn't come out, I just wanted to keep this a happy moment for now, there was no reason to bring in the past right now.

"You Ok Sam? You don't look so good," he said, feeling where the cut on my back was. I could tell he had cried to, having me once again, but he wasn't being to emotional, although I could tell he had thoughts racing in his head right now.

"Yea, I'm fine, Vlad…" I started to say, but he stopped me, and listened. There was someone awake in the house, because there was footsteps headed for the door.

Danny held me in his arms, then left his room, going outside, where we wouldn't be caught. He took me down to the park, to the very back of it, that backed up to a small woods, which was the perfect place to stay away from people. He still held me in his arms though, not setting me down on the ground, and it felt so good to be with him again. It was relaxing to be in his arms once again, but I still needed to ask questions.

"Sam, I told you I would come back, but I'm sorry I didn't make it here sooner. The ghost zone is so hard to figure out, every ghost has a room, and well… my room was stuck in the middle of no where. I couldn't wait to get back here, and be with the one person that meant the world to me," he said, looking into my eyes, with his wonderful neon green ones. I couldn't say anything, I didn't know what to say, and the tears were flooding my eyes right now. All I could do was wrap my arms around his shoulders in a hug from the position I was in.

"Don't cry," he said, and I could hear him starting to get stuffy from tears, but he was good at holding his back, he didn't want to seem like a sissy by crying.

"Danny… when I saw you die… I didn't know what to think of myself, I'm so sorry," I said, which pushed out even more tears, and he smiled at me, "It wasn't your fault Sam, I was just glad I got to die with you by my side."

He was happy of that? I didn't make him mad? Upset? Anything? All he cared about was dying my side? Wow… that was a lot easier than I thought, although to me, this wasn't to easy. To take this all in, everything that had happened, almost giving up on him, but now here I was, believing every bit of it, because it was real now.

I pulled his head closer to mine, allowing our lips to meet, where I kissed him passionately. I was so glad to have him back, I had to do it. Danny returned it, and I let go to look back up at him.

"You need to rest," he said, looking at my drowsy eyes, beat up body, I looked like a mess, but he was going to do his best to take care of me, like he had always done.

"Where are we going to go?" I asked him, and he just took off, to who knows where. My eyes started to flutter shut, and I fell asleep, flying in his arms…

Yes, this is the real Danny, yes, this was a lot more dramatic, still not extremely dramatic, but hey, what are you expecting? Ok… yea… anyhow… please review, lots more D/S, and explaining of Vlad in the next Chapter.