WoM- 'laughing' So many people seemed really eager for this chapter. 'gapes' 406 REVIEWS? 'faints dead,' I really, really don't know what to say… except thank you all for supporting me! Here's the long awaited Masquerade Chapter, and I hope you guy like this one… I know I'm gonna have fun re-doing it for DoD. 'smiles knowingly.'
Butterfly
I yawned loudly as I stumbled out of my room. It'd been another late night of working on my dress, and I was starting to really feel it. But it was worth it. The entire outfit was done and not too shabby if I say so myself. The dance was tomorrow, so I still had today left to buy make-up, not to mention telling Dr. Jeerings I wouldn't come in on Saturday…
I stopped short at the sight of the living room, my mind going blank.
The TV screen had a big, gaping hole through it, and the coffee table Danny had stumbled over now laid in splinters. Scorch marks were all over the walls, and someone had knocked Danny's laptop to the floor, destroying the desk it'd sat upon. Most horrifying, though, was that battered and bloody Danny that laid in the middle of the floor…
"DANNY!" I yelled, falling to the floor next to his motionless body. My heart pounding in my ears, I clumsily grabbed for his arm to check his pulse. Relief flooded through me when I got one. It was weak, but still there. A groan from the boy told me he was waking up, and bleary blue eyes met mine when he blinked up at me in a daze.
"Sam?" He said sounding confused.
"What the hell happened?" I asked him, relieved he was still alive. Danny looked confused for a second.
"Oh!" He said, grimacing, "Sorry. I thought you were Sam." I frowned, bewildered.
'What the heck does that… Aww, crud.' I cringed and blushed. Girl me. He meant girl me. Boy did I feel dumb right now…
"Can you get up?" I asked, concentrating on a more pressing problem then my identity issues. If he was hurt as badly as I thought…
"Yeah," Danny said, trying and failing. "…Just gimme a second. I'm fine," I rolled my eyes.
'Boys…'
"Hang on, Danny," I said, "I'll call the infirmary and we'll-!"
"NO!" Danny yelled, grabbing my arm in a surprisingly powerful grip for someone who didn't have the strength to stand on their own two feet. "No infirmary! No doctors!"
"What are you talking about, Danny?" I asked, glaring at him, "You're a mess! Look, I'm calling a doctor right now, you need one in case you haven't noticed." I tried to pull free, but Danny wouldn't budge.
"Call Jazz," Danny insisted firmly, "She'll know what to do," I rolled my eyes.
"Danny, I don't think-!"
"Please," He said softly, looking at me with the same fearful, helpless expression of a wounded puppy, "Please Sam, if you're gonna call someone, please let it be Jazz,"
'Oh, like someone could really say no to THAT look…'
"Fine," I sighed, "But you seriously owe me!" Danny relaxed and left go of my now slightly numb arm, falling back to the floor to stare at the ceiling with a dazed, bitter expression of someone thinking about something they didn't want to think about.
Sighing to myself, I picked up the phone and hit the speed dial for Jazz, praying that she was still in her room.
"Bethany here," A strange voice at the other end grunted.
"Ah, hi!" I said awkwardly, "This is Sam, I'm Danny's roommate. Danny's-!"
"Jazz's brother. I know," Bethany sighed, "You wanna talk to her?"
"It's important," I said, trying not to sound too anxious.
"Hang on… Jazz! JAZZ! Danny's roommate's on the phone for you!" There was sound of movement on the other end before I was greeted with the familiar voice of my roommate's sister, slightly breathless and really worried.
"Hello? Sam?"
"Jazz," I said, fear working it's way into my tone, "It's Danny! I woke up this morning and he was just lying there and he wasn't moving and then when he woke up he couldn't stand up and-!"
"Sam, please slow down," Jazz said urgently, "I can barely understand you." I took a deep breath before I started to talk again at a slower pace.
"Jazz, I woke up this morning and Danny was lying in the middle of the living room half dead," I told her, "He refuses to go to the infirmary, or to see any doctor, and insists that you come down here. He's in really, really bad shape."
"I'm on my way," Jazz said, "Call Danny in sick for the day, and don't let any reporters in to see him!"
"Reporters?" I repeated blankly before I remembered that today was Friday. The press conference for Masters Corps. had been the night before.
"I'll tell you later," Jazz said just as I remembered this, "For now just get Danny into a bed and don't move him after that! I don't want to take any chances it he has a concussion again…"
'…Again?'
"Right," I said, "I'll stay here and keep an eye on him after you leave, too," and, before Jazz could protest, I hung up the phone, working my way through the shambles of the living room and back to Danny's side.
"Is Jazz coming?" Danny asked blearily.
"Yeah," I said, trying to lift him as I spoke and grunting in surprise at his weight. What the heck was this school feeding this kid…? "She's on her way. Come on, you need to get into your bed."
"Right." Danny sighed, pushing himself up the best he could and wincing in pain at the effort.
Once we got him vertical (Sort of) The two of us started a wavy path towards his door, Danny walking the best he could and me grunting at the effort of keeping both of us standing at the same time.
'Guess this is my punishment for blowing off gym…' I thought wryly. Karma really sucks sometimes…
Finally we got to Danny's room, and I couldn't contain my stunned gasp.
Instead of being filled with normal guy stuff like sports things and posters of half naked women, or even anything else one might find in a guy's domain, the place was absolutely packed with various, dangerous-looking weapons and equipment, including at least ten guns and a pair of metallic gloves twice the size of my head.
I couldn't move. I couldn't breath. I couldn't even THINK. All I could do was stand there, staring until a loud groan from Danny woke me from my trance. Glancing down at him, I saw he was dangerously pale, and a sickly green color was working its way into his face.
"Hang on, Danny," I said, leading him over to the bed where he lied down, burying his face into his pillow, "I'll be right back. I just need to call the office and tell them we can't come to class today."
Danny didn't say anything. Deciding he was fine for the time being, I rushed back out to the phone to dial the front office.
It took me a while to explain everything to them, since I was short a few details myself, but after a while they decided Danny was attacked by another yet ghost and I must've slept through the attack. (Which is kind of hard to believe since I'm normally a pretty light sleeper,) Apparently security cameras had caught Phantom fighting off some ghost last night, so there was definitely activity.
"Jasmine knows how to treat ghost-related injuries." The secretary assured me, "So does Daniel, but if he's as bad as you say that's not gonna help. It wouldn't be the first time Daniel refused to go down to the infirmary. I think it's needles or something that scare him. He's petrified to death of shots…"
After a lot of arguing, the woman finally reluctantly let me take a day off too, to make sure Danny was okay. "I'm telling ya though, he won't have a scratch on him come morning." She told me firmly, "I think it's something the Fenton's put in their medications that boosts the speed of his healing rate or something…"
I sighed when I finally hung up the phone on the chatty woman. My dad had had a secretary like her once, and people like that drove me absolutely insane. Still, I held my tongue, knowing that offending the woman blew all my chances of stick with Danny until he was better straight to Hell.
A little anxious, I made my way back to Danny's room to check on him. He was still a little pale and sleeping deeply, so I decided to leave him until Jazz came. Sitting in a chair that seemed to double as a clothes hanger, I looked around the room again, studying everything carefully.
Apparently I'd been wrong when I first came to Casper. Danny had left the bigger room for me and crammed all of his stuff in the cramped space of the smaller room. Really it was a wonder he didn't break his neck every time he came in.
The only normal things about the space was the stereo, the clothes the littered the floor and poked out of the drawers that'd been shut in a hurry (I rolled my eyes in amusement when I noticed a pair of his boxers a few feet away from me. Red ones with white polka dots,) and the laptop perched next to a rather mean-looking elephant-gun sized weapon.
'Wait, laptop?' I frowned curiously. 'He has two laptops? What's the second one for?' My curiosity getting the best of me, I opened it up. A box appeared demanding a password, and I hesitated, glancing at Danny. 'He probably hasn't changed it in a while. If he barely has time to eat, sleep and bath there's no way he'll sit through changing a password. Now let's see…' I frowned thoughtfully until it finally came to me.
Balancing the computer on my knees, I tapped in PAULINA FENTON, gaining access in a heartbeat.
'Really, Danny,' I thought wryly, 'You're just too easy sometimes.'
I grinned in triumph when it finished loading, clicking on the nearest icon I could get my hands on.
A picture popped up, and I frowned in annoyance when I recognized the cheesy pop star you couldn't go three feet without hearing a few months ago, Ember McClain, or something like that…
'Pop Music. Urg…'
Sighing I turned my attention back to the computer, deciding to read on instead of brooding about the evil taint on the music industry.
"What are you doing?" I yelped slightly as Jazz's sharp demand, twisting around to face her.
"J-Jazz!" I said, torn between guilt and fear at the girl's look.
Without saying another word, Jazz walked over and shut the computer, taking it away before I had a chance to read.
"Danny doesn't like it when people invade his privacy," She said, still glaring. I stiffened.
"I was just."
"You should leave," she interrupted me, in as voice that told me not to argue. "Now." I glared at her before turning and doing as she said. I knew Jazz well enough to know I was going to get a lecture later…
Twenty minutes later, I was still sitting anxiously in the living room, which I'd cleaned the best I could. I couldn't do much about the table, or the TV, so those went straight into a corner to be thrown out later. I looked up when I saw Jazz re-entered the living room, shutting the door quietly behind her. Mentally sighing, I stood up and faced her down, glaring defiantly at her unreadable look.
"How is he?" I asked, deciding to cut through the tension.
"He woke up ten minutes ago, and just fell asleep again," Jazz answered, "His injuries weren't as serious as they looked, just a lot of minor incisions and a slight head trauma. He'll be fine after a good night's rest." Part of me was surprised at how collected Jazz was after seeing her brother in such a bad condition, considering how protective she was.
'Maybe she's used to seeing him hurt,' A part of me suggested.
"Sam, why on earth were you going through my brother's personal computer?" Jazz demanded before I could ask her about it, glaring at me sternly. I winced slightly before my glare returned.
"Why is Danny packing enough weapons in his room to keep a small army armed and dangerous?" I countered crossing my arms. There was a subtle shift in Jazz's posture as her glare intensified.
"If you must know," She said stiffly, "They were made by our parents. Those were ecto-guns, completely harmless to humans. Danny doesn't even use them,"
"Then why keep them?" I asked.
"Because our parents are still missing, and Danny's worried that if he doesn't Vlad or someone will steal their designs,"
"Vlad Masters is interested in ghost hunting equipment?" I asked, my eyebrow kicking up.
"How do you think he became friends with mom and dad?" Jazz asked with a tired sigh. "Look, Sam, we need to talk."
"Then talk," I said, trying not to sound too wary.
"Look, I know you and Danny like each other, but this double identity thing HAS to stop," Jazz starting firmly, "You're only putting both you and Danny at risk, especially with all the attention Danny's gonna be getting now that everybody knows that he's Vlad's heir."
"I can take care of myself," I insisted firmly, "And Danny's a big boy. Look, I know you're only worried about us, and I really appreciate it, but Danny and I can both take care of ourselves."
"Sam, you don't understand-!" Jazz said, sounding exasperated.
"I know you talked Danny out of asking me out, Jazz," I said accusingly, glaring at the girl, "And I know that even after whatever you said, Danny still likes me. So why do you have such a problem with us getting together?"
"It's not that simple, alright?" Jazz said in exasperation, "Neither you and Danny can see the big picture here!"
"So why can you?" I asked.
"ARGH!" Jazz yelled throwing up her hands, "There's no talking to you, is there?"
"Because there shouldn't be any problem with the two of us being together," I told her, "Look, if you're not worried about us doing something, and you trust Danny enough to know he'll keep my secret when he finds out, then why turn this into such a big deal,"
"BECAUSE IT IS A BIG DEAL!" Jazz yelled, "There's a lot more at risk here then your secret Sam!"
"Like what?"
"Like your LIFE!" Jazz replied, "Like DANNY'S life! If Vlad ever found out-!" Jazz cut herself off abruptly, and I could only stare at her in shock after her violent outburst. "Never mind. I have to get back to school." Her head low, Jazz made her way to the door. I sighed. Great, now I felt guilty…
"Jazz," I said, making the older girl stop. "…I promise I'll stop the whole Samantha thing if you tell me what Danny does that leaves him a bloody mess like that. Why is our dating so risky for us?" I didn't want to make that promise, but if I knew what was going on I could do something to protect Danny from it.
"I can't tell you that, Sam," Jazz sighed, "I'm sorry but you're just going to have to trust me. I don't want to see you guys getting hurt," And with that, Jazz left, the sound of the shutting door like a gunshot in the silent room.
"You know, I could think of a million and one doctors who would kill to know you're secret, Danny," I teased. "What superpowers let you heal from life threatening injuries in one night?" Danny laughed nervously.
"Come on, Sam," He said, "There's nothing special about me."
'I beg to differ…'
"Anyways, are you sure you don't want to come?"
"Couldn't even if I wanted to," I told him happily, "Lancer banned me."
"You sound choked up about that," Danny said wryly.
"What can I say, I hide my grief well," Danny laughed.
"Anyways, I'd better go. Knowing Liz, it'll take me half an hour to get dressed." He made a face as he said that, and I couldn't help but grin.
"Have fun," I called after him as he left. Once the door shut, I dived for my room.
Shutting my door behind me in case Danny or someone else came back, I crawled under my bed and pulled out my dress and mask. Considering that my skills with sewing were mediocre at their best, I was really proud of how the outfit had turned out.
It was still the glittery blue color, only I'd added a little more to it. There was now a flimsy, dark violet second layer over the skirt, with three lilac gems sewn to the from with black satin cords attached to each that trailed up to the waist where they all met. A black wrap had been added to the top, clasped together by an amulet the same color as my eyes. The front of the dress had been cut away and replaced with a lighter blue with black satin cords crisscrossing in front of it.
Since it was a costume dance, I'd decided to take a chance and add wings to the back. I was going to try angel wings, but after finding feathers too hard to work with (And I'm still surprised Danny didn't hear me cursing when I was making the attempt) I settled for semi-transparent black and violet butterfly winds instead.
I dressed as quickly as I could, putting the accessories on when I was finished. Mainly black fingerless elbow length gloves, silver bracelets and a choker my grandma gave me for my 11th birthday, a black velvet one with dangling sapphires. With all of this done, I pulled my hair up with glittering lilac bands and put on my eye make-up and lip stick before putting on my mask.
My mask was the same dark blue as my dress, and shaped like a butterfly. It even had lilac gems on the feelers, not to mention three on each wing. (Two on the upper section, one on the lower.) Each section of the wind was trimmed in black, and there was a black design over each eye to substitute my eyebrows.
When I was done, I couldn't help but smile at my reflection, proud of the transformation I'd undergone at my own hands without sacrificing my individuality.
'I just hope Danny likes it.' I thought, grabbing my purse and slipping on my shoes before heading out the door. Lucky for me, everyone was either at the party or in their rooms, so no one saw me slip out of the dormitory and towards Wendy…
'Okay, next time I plan something like this, I'm working out transportation first,' I thought as I reached the all-girls school a good while and a lot of walking (And even more staring from the people I passed) later. Once again redemption for shorting myself a gym class I guess…
My heart pounding, I headed up the steps and into the school, cringing when I saw how much of the decorating was themed in pink.
'Ten to one says that's all Paulina…' I thought dryly as I entered the main dance. Tables were set up all along the side where friends and couples ate and talked, while some lovers had already taken to the dance floor. It didn't take long to spot Ms. Pretty-and-Popular herself, sulking in annoyance next to Dash who was too busy bragging to the rest of the table to notice her irritation.
I smirked when I realized that Phantom must've shot her down after all… that or she couldn't find him. I preferred the first one though. It was nice to think that Paulina was finally getting hers.
"Excuse me," I jumped before turning to look up at Mr. Lancer, who was frowning down at me. "Who are you?"
"Me?" I said. "Ah, I'm Samantha. Samantha Falcon,"
"Well, Ms. Falcon," Mr. Lancer said with a stern frown, "I'm afraid this is a private party. And as Ms. Testlaff had informed me that you do not attend Wendy…" I felt my heart sink to my shoes. After all that hard work, I was gonna get turned away at the door?
"Ease up, Lancer," Mr. Marchez said, coming up next to the headmaster, "She's here with a date," Mr. Lancer blinked at the art teacher in surprise.
"She is?" He asked, eyeing me curiously.
"I am?" I whispered to Mr. Marchez, a little confused. He gave me a pointed look and I finally got the hint. "Ah, I am! We met a little while back and really hit it off," I smiled as convincingly as I could with how scared I was of getting kicked out before I could see Danny. I was a little confused too.
'Why is Mr. Marchez helping me…?'
"Well, Miss Falcon," Mr. Lancer said, sounding thoroughly unconvinced. "Care to tell me exactly who your date is?"
"Meet him yourself, Lancer," Mr. Marchez said before I could respond, grabbing a boy who had been walking towards the punch bowl, who let out an exclamation of surprise. "Then again, you already know him…"
I felt heat rise to my cheeks as I looked towards the boy to offer a silent apology for putting him on the spot like I was. But when my eyes met his, I couldn't contain my surprise at the all-too familiar face.
…Well, at least the part I could see.
Standing in front of me was none other then a very surprised Danny, dressed in a black trench coat with a high collar, which was left open to reveal an old fashion blood red shirt with black buttons that was left loose so one could clearly see his chest. He also wore loose black jeans that tucked into black boots, with silver chains clasped around the belt loop at his left hip.
Red fingerless gloves with steel plates across the backs adorned his hands, and a strange medallion sparkled on a gold chain around his neck. Three earrings lined each of his ears, and almost the entire right side of his face was hidden with a traditional Phantom of the Opera mask, giving those amazing blue eyes an even more haunting look.
'Note to self; compliments to Liz for an amazing design.' I thought dumbly, thankful for my mask when I felt my cheeks heat up at the sight of Danny's chest again. It was still taking me a while to get used to that…
"Danny?" Mr. Lancer said, surprised. He looked between us. "You know this girl?" Danny blinked, looking from Mr. Marchez to Mr. Lancer to be before what was happening finally clicked in.
"Ah, yeah!" Danny said at once, before smiling at me. Only I noticed the slight confusion in his eyes. "Glad you could make it, Sam. I was starting to worry you wouldn't show."
"Well, I did say I was gonna be a little late," I said, playing along.
"See, Lancer?" Mr. Marchez said, pushing Danny towards me. "Now that that's taken care of, why don't you two go enjoy yourselves?" Not wanting to stay under Mr. Lancer's suspicious gaze for another second, I hastily took Danny's arm and we started into the sea of people until we found a vacant corner.
"What are you doing here?" Danny asked me in a whisper, his voice full of confusion.
"Looking for you," I answered. The one cheek I saw filled with color.
"M-Me?" Danny repeated, leaning against a nearby table. Next thing I knew, he'd fallen to the ground.
"Danny!" I gasped, crouching down to put a hand on his shoulder in concern, "Are you okay?"
"Fine," Danny assured me, standing up. I frowned as I looked from him to the table.
"Weird," I said, "It was almost like your hand fell right through…" Going a little red in the face, Danny started to laugh a little.
"What?" He said, his voice a little higher then usual, "What are you talking about? People's hands don't go through tables!"
"Hence why it was weird," I said, my eyebrow kicking up. "You sure you're okay?"
"I…" Danny sighed, "No, I'm not. I wasn't expecting to see you tonight."
"So you have been avoiding me," I said, my eyes narrowing in accusation.
"It's not what you think, Sam!" Danny assured me. "I just… well something came up and…"
"You mean the press conference?" I asked. "Danny, stupid things like money and who knows who doesn't matter to me,"
"It doesn't?" Danny asked me, sounding both surprised and hopeful.
"No, it doesn't," I smiled, "Look, I understand why you don't what to let anybody too close, Danny, but I really like talking to you, and I kinda hoped you liked talking to me too, so…" I trailed off, starting to feel stupid. Danny just smiled at me, though, taking my hand.
"I do," He said, pulling me away. "Come on, there are some people I want you to meet." Smiling slightly, I followed Danny willingly as he led me through the people to the table were Tucker and Valerie sat with Liz. I spotted jazz on the dance floor, seeming quite content with her partner (Whoever he was) and completely oblivious to everything else.
'Perfect…'
"Guys," Danny said as we stopped, "This is Sam, the girl I was telling you around. Sam, these are my friends; Tucker, Valerie and Liz,"
I smiled at them as I said hello, studying them all curiously. Tucker was dressed like a pirate, with a black mask covering his face. Next to him, Valerie looked stunning in her simple dress, which was a gentle shade of gold with her hair pulled up and gold rose ornaments decorating the bun. A glittering golden mask similar to Tucker's was on her face, complementing her green eyes.
Liz of course had the most interesting outfit of the group. It was a slimming, sexy number with a flowing white skirt that was slitted at the left hip and a decorative black belt that looked almost like stars and moons. It drew up to her left bicep, where it was held together with a black gem.
A choker of black chains and white gemstones started around the middle of her throat, spilling downward to end at the middle of her shoulders where the front of it continued to dip, ending with a sapphire crystal. A white glove with black hemming came up to her right bicep, and her eyes and nose were covered with a feathery, decorative mask.
When I finished admiring the outfits, I turned back to Danny to find him giving me a wry smile. I didn't have to wait long to see what it was about, though.
"Blame Liz for the outfit, by the way." He told me, motioning down to his clothes. Tucker snickered and Valerie rolled her eyes as Liz promptly responded by sticking her tongue out at the boy.
"Really?" I asked, feigning surprise. Studying Danny again, I turned to smile at Liz, "You're a genius." Mr. Marchez's niece looked surprised for a nanosecond before she laughed loudly.
"Oh, I like her!" She announced, grinning. Danny's face was now stained a ruddy shade of red, and Valerie started to laugh right along with Liz.
"Careful, Fenton," She teased, "That could become permanent, you know,"
"Shut up," Danny grumbled, pulling out a chair for me. I smiled at him as I sat, and he smiled back, his blush receding slightly.
"So Sam," Liz said with a grin. "Where are you from?"
"I go to Stretch Academy." I answered. "My parents live in Shanglinton,"
"Hey, Matt's family lives there!" Liz said, brightening. "Do you know that Mansons?" I winced.
"Vaguely," I said casually, standing up, "Can you excuse me? I have to go to the bathroom…"
"Right next to the entryway," Liz said, pointing through the crowd. "Want me to show you the way?"
"Nah, I'll be fine on my own," I answered, making my way through the crowd. I was half way through when I felt someone grab my arm. Turning, I cam face to face with a grinning Dash Baxter.
"Hey, Babe," he said, alcohol rank in his breath, "What's someone like you doing with a loser like Fentino? How bout comin' with a man who knows how to show a girl like you a good time…"
"Oh?" I said coolly, "And how would you know what a girl like me wants?" Dash's drunken grin widened, and he looked down to the front of my dress.
"I can tell…" He said brazenly.
I felt my face go red with anger and embarrassment and next thing I knew, I'd nailed Dash with in the cheek, sending him flying back through a group of people who were talking around the punch bowl. They screamed in surprise and parted, leaving the quarterback to fall into the bowl, staining his white suit with pink.
"Hands off, creep," I snarled before turning and starting towards the bathroom again, my pace faster in my anger. I scowled when someone grabbed my arm again, and thinking it was Dash or one of his friends, I turned around to start yelling only to have my angry words die in my throat.
Frowning darkly down at me was Matt, my older brother.
'…This can't end well…'
WoM- 'Makes a face' This story's taking on a mind of it's own! It's not going anywhere I tell it to! 'pouts,' Next chapter will be Part II of the Masquerade, With Matt finally re-entering the plot (What, did you think he was dead or something?) along with another surprise character, among other things… 'glares at a giggling Roxy,' Damn you! Don't you know when to give it a rest? You too, Sadie! 'grumbles.' Anywho, this chapter's long enough as it is, so no complaining! 'sighs' Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to work on DoD… (Again.)
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