I know I said the next update would be the 28th, but I'm not really sure why I'm putting deadlines on these. I'm mostly submitting this for a few choice people to read, so I'm not really confident that a lot of people would find this fanfic to be particularly astounding – the one reason being, that ChibiSamiSala and I have been writing this purely for our own enjoyment. Don't get me wrong, we'd be estatic if many people love our work – I'm just not expecting too many avid readers.

…. Hey, ChibiSamiSala and I have very warped minds. So we enjoy writing warped things. (Maniacal laughter)

….(Cough) Alright then, the disclaimer is in chapter one! On with chapter twooooo….

Chapter Two

The Beginning

She was there quicker then she had expected, her thoughts still a jumble as she knocked three times on the door, shifting from one foot to the other as she picked at the fishnet on her hand, not sure how to act. What was she supposed to say? Hello, I'm being stalked by a ghost prince, you have any advice?

From inside the rather large building, there were a few 'thudding' noises, like someone was running stairs and tripped more than a few times. The barrage of noises were soon followed by a feminine scream of "JACK, PUT THAT DOWN!", before a rather rushed figure opened the door. She was a middle aged woman wearing a blue hazmat suit, her red brown hair in a rather messy state. Only god knows what goes on in that house all day... "Oh, hello sweetie." She said in the nicest voice possible before opening the door up completely. "What brings you here?"

"Is it a ghost!" Came an overpowering male voice from behind her. Sam could see just around the woman into the hall, where a large man in an orange hazmat suit was trying to pull a rather large weapon out of a closet that was far too small for it.

"Um..." She spoke up, biting her lip. "Yes, yes it is."

"Oh my... well, you've come to the right place then." The woman replied with a warm smile, then held out her hand. "I'm Maddie Fenton. Why don't you come in and tell us what's bothering you?" She stepped aside so that Sam could walk in, before looking back at her husband. "Jack, dear, I told you to put that down. It's not going to fit in that closet. If there's no room down in the lab, put it in the guest room for now."

"Thank you." She said with a smile, nervously stepping around her and Jack shoved the weapon behind him, kicking it into the spare room. "I don't know how to say this..." She nibbled her bottom lip as Jack stepped around the two of them, listening closely.

"That you're a ghost!" He exclaimed with a wild look in his eyes as they moved into the living room where he flopped down next to a bowl of fudge.

Maddie sighed as if it were a routine, before reaching into her utility belt and pulling out a small machine. She flipped on the red switch, queuing a robotic voice from the mechanism. Welcome to the Fenton Finder! Scanning... There was a pause. There are no ghosts within 100 yards! Thank you for using the Fenton Finder! She flipped the switch off, giving her husband a pointed look.

Sam sat down with a little sigh, glad to hear that. "You see...I've caught the interest...of Phantom." She said quickly, fidgeting. "He said that I was his, and there was nowhere to go. I'm not sure what I should do..."

Maddie only blinked, staring at Sam as if she was trying to make up her mind whether or not to laugh, or seriously worry. "Sweetie, there have been a lot of people claiming to have contact with Phantom, and most are just mistaken. Can you tell me when you saw him? What his behavior was like...?"

Jack made some type of noise, that was muffled by the fudge he was inhaling, and Sam fidgeted. "He killed four people...and then kissed me after telling me that he was going to kill me too. And then, before I came here he stopped me. He had been following me all along it seemed, he knew who I was and who my friends were and where I was going... he said...that no matter what I do or who I confide in, that I cant stop him. That I am his." Her voice lowered as she spoke.

The female ghost hunter sighed, her expression changing to that of worry noticeably. "As much as it pains me to say it, that sounds like his style... at least for a pretty young girl as yourself." She then sat down next to her bumbling husband, and held out her hand, offering Sam to sit in the opposite seat. "This may take a minute... oh! I never caught your name." She smiled, blushing slightly as she noticed her mistake.

"Sam...Sam Manson." She took her hand, shaking it only to cringe when Jack shoved his chocolate covered fingers in her face with a big goofy grin. She returned it slightly, before shaking his pinky. "And I'm really not that pretty... There are a lot of girls who are a lot prettier then me in school."

"Well, Sam." She smiled and continued. "Ghosts have quite a remarkable ability to see into a person's heart, and much unlike us humans, judge a person in ranks of 'beauty' by their personality. You see, ghosts are naturally attracted to people who are the opposite of their emotional origin - in other words, the emotional and kind. I'm sure Phantom singled you out because you're a good person at heart." She reached over to the table and grabbed a napkin, shoving it in Jack's face before continuing. "Now, from what I can tell, you don't have to worry much about Phantom. The media really takes the extremes of ghost attacks and magnifies them, making all ghosts seem destructive and evil. Phantom is no exception, don't get me wrong. But there are two main reasons why the ghost prince follows someone. One, because of revenge. I'm sure you can figure those instances lead to the murders you hear about on the news so often. But the news fails to report of the several minor cases involving ghosts, even for ones as dangerous as Phantom. As long as you never made him angry, Sam, it's pretty safe to say that he's following you because he's curious, for lack of a better word."

She nodded, smiling a bit as Jack made an unhappy muffled sound, not quite liking the napkin (wasted that bit of fudge it cleaned off). "I see." That made her feel a little bit better, her cheeks warming under the woman's compliments. "Well, that's reassuring... So all I can do is wait it out...?"

"That's about it, but don't take this situation lightly. People he's haunted but never necessarily hurt, have ended up emotionally scarred in most cases. Phantom is among the most elite in ghost ranking...he's extremely powerful, and has a very thorough knowledge of the human psyche. He may enjoy tormenting you in ways other than physical... he may not. But if anything else happens, don't hesitate to come and see us." She smiled and stood to her feet, before walking over to the small closet Jack was trying to shove the huge weapon in, and fumbling around. "Here," She pulled out something that looked like a belt buckle and walked over to Sam before gently clipping it on her skirt. "This is a small version of the Specter Deflector. As long as you wear this, Phantom, or any other ghost following you, won't be able to touch you." Even though Maddie seemed to have a fairly solid stand in believing the ghost prince wouldn't kill Sam, it was obvious she was worried about it.

"Um. Thanks." She adjusted the belt, blushing faintly. "You don't think that Danny...I mean the Phantom is a little too powerful to be stopped by this?"

"Oh, I wouldn't think so. That belt signals on any type of contact with ecto-energy - so the only way Phantom could get passed it is if he suppressed his specific ecto-signature completely. If a ghost does that, they fade from existence. Ghosts cannot be killed, but they can be destroyed in such a manner." She gave Sam a reassuring smile, but it still seemed like she was worried... or perhaps it was anger?

She nodded, resting her hands on the belt buckle. "Thank you Mrs. Fenton. I appreciate all your help."

"Not a problem." Maddie patted the girl on her shoulder, before walking to the door, graciously holding it open for her. "Oh, and here's our card... just call the number that's on there if you can't stop by our house. If your situation progresses at all, please let us know. Phantom is... a very delicate matter to work with."

She smiled, taking it and placing it in her bag, nodding. "I will. Thank you again Maddie. Jack." She lifted her eyes to the man, who waved, distracted by the Ghost hunter show on the TV.

Sam pulled the fluffy towel over her hair, drying it out before dropping it to the wood floor, pulling on her underwear and pajama bottoms, snapping the belt in place quickly and making sure it was in place. So far, the day had gone smoothly, no more meetings with the phantom, so she could only guess that Maddie was right and the belt was working. She blew a chunk of her wet hair out of her face before tugging on the pajama top, snuggling her toes into her slippers.

Soft footsteps could be heard from just down the hallway, before the timid knock and voice of a maid that worked part time in her house called. "Miss Samantha? Tucker is on the phone. Shall I tell him you're asleep?"

"Tucker?" She asked, her interest perked as she stepped up, reaching past her and taking the phone from the table just outside her room. "No, I'll take it. Tucker? You still there?" She smiled a bit, giving the maid a little wave, thanking her.

"Sam? Why didn't you call me!" Came Tucker's frantic voice from the other line. "I was worried sick about you all day - I thought something had happened since you didn't contact me! This Phantom business is serious trouble...I swear, you've given me an ulcer just for today."

"Tucker! Tucker, its alright." She soothed, sitting down on her bed as she kicked her slippers about, feeling quite relaxed. "I went and saw the Fentons, they gave me a belt that'll keep any ghost from touching me. I'm alright. I'm sorry I didn't call you." She yawned, blinking her violet eyes, blinking sleepily.

"So the Fentons solved your problem, just like that?" His voice sounded more than skeptical. "That doesn't sound right...Phantom's not your every day ghost."

"They said though that he's not trying to hurt me. He's just curious." She reclined back, her black hair fanning out beneath her. "As long as I don't make him mad..."

Her friend sighed loud enough that it carried easily over the phone line. "Alright, if you think so... but don't keep anything dangerous from me, okay? We're best friends"

"Since kindergarten." She assured him, smiling. "I'll keep you updated on anything, don't worry. Now I have to get some sleep, we have that History test tomorrow." She yawned, stretching as long as she could, her shirt riding up over her belly button. "So I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See ya." The phone line clicked off, signaling that her friend had already hung up. It was odd to live in a town known for the paranormal living as an every day occurrence, and yet ghosts can still completely obstruct one's life as easy as that.

There was only a brief pause after Sam set down the phone and turned off the lights, preparing herself for sleep, before the familiar and chilling sensation of the drastic temperature drop returned once again. Before she could react, Phantom was already floating in the air directly above her, hands to his back as if he was partaking in a leisurely sport. He leaned close to her, his face mere inches away from her own. "You know, you're absolutely adorable when you sleep." He whispered.

If she could have sank more into her soft bed she would have, and she took in a sharp breath, violet eyes locking with his green ones. She had to force herself not to lash out, startled by his sudden appearance. "Danny." She said softly, not quite sure how to respond to that. "I won't get much sleep though if you are hovering over me like that." She was careful with what she said, not particularly wanting to piss him off.

"Aw... you called me by my first name! I'm flattered." The ghost boy grinned, taking time to add a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He didn't like it much when people simply called him 'Danny'... it sounded too…human. "Did you have a nice time at the Fenton's? It seems that woman's empty words of encouragement lifted your spirits."

"You said yourself that she knew what she was doing." She said simply, crossing her arms over her chest protectively. "I trust her." The belt seemed to gleam to enforce this, and she felt safe, unable to be touched by him, despite the fact that he was inches away from her.

"Oh, I stand by that. The woman knows what she's doing..." He peered down at the belt buckle with a hint of feigned curiosity. Unknown to Sam, he had been there beside her while she was at the Fenton's, if not two feet away practically the entire time. Apparently the 'Fenton Ghost Finder' wasn't as amazing as the ghost hunter claimed it to be - but then again, he wasn't an ordinary ghost. "So... I'm assuming you have the courage to talk to me like that because of this?" He pointed to the metal contraption, his finger only inches away from it. He was either enjoying hovering over the brink of sudden pain, or he was simply too confident. Either way, it was unnerving.

"How would you rather me talk to you?" She asked innocently, not liking how close his finger was to the belt, and she squirmed unintentionally.

"I'm not saying I have a preference, dear Sammy." He merely smiled at her as he ever so slightly lifted his hand away from the buckle. "I just can't help but wonder how you would act if you didn't have this precious contraption to aid with your safety?" His hand began to glow green before he reached down and firmly gripped the device, the energy around it sparking and crackling - before the metal itself bent under his grip, and the resistance stopped. The ghost boy lifted it with two fingers like it was a dead mouse, a bored yet still slightly sadistic expression upon his face as he lifted it away and dropping it to the floor. "Oops."

Holy... "Accidents happen." She said through gritted teeth, her heart pounding hard, the sparking and crackling leaving little burns on her bare skin, but she didn't flinch, ignoring the stinging pain. She instead unfolded her arms, placing her hands beside her in the comforter, gripping it nervously. She didn't know what the hell she was to do now... it wasn't like she could tell him to get out... "So..."

As subtle as her changes were, Phantom was able to catch them more than easily. Normally he would enjoy simply scaring the poor girl senseless, leaving her with an emotional scar, but Sam wasn't your average girl. Normally, by now, his victim (whoever it may be) would be begging for mercy, or pleading for their lives. Oddly enough, this girl didn't. He knew it wasn't because she wasn't scared - quite on the contrary, he could tell she was surprised and terrified. But she still has done something he hasn't seen anyone do in all his years of haunting. "You certainly are peculiar..." He voiced his thoughts out loud, as he brought his arms to the front of his body and rested his chin on them as he stared at the young girl below him. "Why is it that even when you're scared, you don't do or say anything?" Normally, he would have expected to at least see tears.

"That would be giving in." She said quickly, without even thinking about it, and almost slapped herself for it. She doubted he wanted to hear that, it might only provoke him further. But it wasn't like she could take it back. "Crying and panicking wouldn't help me in the least bit, so what's the point." She said quietly; after all, cynical was a Goth's middle name.

"Well... I believe I can safely say I've never heard anyone say that before." He said in a pondering tone - and lucky for Sam, her reply didn't anger him in the least. Quite on the contrary... it made him even more interested with her. And that was never good. "I suppose then..." His lips curled into a smile as he lifted a hand down, his knees nearly resting on the fabric of her comforter as cold gloved fingers brushed against the exposed skin of her stomach. "I'll just have to figure out what makes you scream..."

That didn't make her scream, but she did yelp, not expecting the cold of his fingers against the warmth of her skin (even warmer then normal thanks to the burns). "H-Hey!" That made her far more nervous then before, and she tried to squirm away from him, her taunt skin moving beneath his fingers with every breath she took in. "Not to state the obvious, but you're cold!"

"Oh, really?" He mocked surprise, but continued to gently move his hand across the warmth of her stomach. The moment she tried to move, he placed his other hand by her head, this time actually resting it upon her comforter instead of hovering over it. "I guess that comes with the whole 'being dead' package. Afterlife's a mystery, huh?" He gently began to move his icy touch farther up, now dangerously close to brushing up against her (cough) womanly features.

She bit back a whimper, digging her toes into the comforter, before she closed her eyes tightly, her hands twitching. She wanted to stop him so badly, her breath hitching as the tips of his fingers brushed against the bottom of her chest. Dear god please don't...

"Hmm?" Phantom cooed softly, his body now almost touching her own he was so close, his lips nearly in contact with her ear as he spoke. "Is there something you're not wanting me to do...?" He played innocent, his fingers still twirling dangerously around her chest. "What's on your mind, Sammy?"

She jammed her eyes shut tight, digging her fingers into her bed as she felt him dance his fingers over her skin. "Oh nothing." She tried to play off carefree. "Nothing at all." She pulled as far back into the bed as possible, her ear stung, feeling his cold breath on it. She could only hope he would stop... or if Tucker would come by…

Just as soon as the poor girl began expecting the worst, his hand retreated and his body lifted a few inches so that he no longer rested directly on her bed. "Your mind wanders far too easily." He said quietly, his voice carrying a highly amused tone. He knew well that if he continued, he probably would have been able to cave her in, but going down such a route seemed... uncivilized. He never went as far as to sexually harass anyone before, and hopefully he never will. Sure, it was a quick and easy way to break a human's sense of safety and self confidence, but he never viewed that tactic to be personally satisfying. Humans were just so...disgusting. "I'll see you tomorrow, my dear Sammy." He whispered, before leaning in and stealing another swift kiss from her lips - and disappeared without a trace.

She lay there for a moment, breathing heavily as her skin crawled, leaving her feeling dirty. Finally she gave a low growl that turned into a frustrated scream, throwing her pillows around before lying back drained. Damnit...This was all too surreal...and she couldn't do anything but accept it…

Phantom perched atop the roof of Sam's apartment once he left, smiling cruelly at the frustrated scream as he leaned back on the shingles of the rooftop. She sure was a stubborn mystery... why she refused to show him any sort of fear was more than intriguing to the ghost. It was like she had a certain sense of pride, but it wasn't that conceited...he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Maybe he'll stick around... besides, what fun is afterlife without a challenge?

Ahaha! (Cough) Um, yes. That last scene pushed the boundaries of the T rating. And it only gets worse. But still, not enough to push an M rating. At least, for the next three chapters or so. (Evil laughter) We'll just see where this goes…

The next update shall be…. Sometime soon. If there are a lot of reviewers, I'll post the chapters quicker.

Zoey