Whoo-hoo! Long chapter!
And there was much rejoicing.
There have been some people commenting on Paullina's name. I realize that a lot of people spell it "Paulina", with only one L, but I have a rather healthy knowledge in the ethnic origin of her name, and the correct spelling is with two Ls. It's personal preference.
Now, without further ado, chapter four!
Chapter Four
Defeat and Destruction
As the young gothic girl entered the doors to the office, she was met with quite the unusual set of stares. There were a few secretaries in the room, going about their business, but stopped long enough to catch a glimpse of the 'troublemaker' with apprehension. "Samantha," The lady behind the desk motioned to the door to her right. "Principal Ishiyama is waiting. Please, go on in."
She rolled her eyes, not even bothering to correct the rude woman and stomped directly into the principle's room, intent to make a show. If they wanted to see a troublemaker she'd give them a trouble maker.
Inside the room, there were two counselors and principal Ishiyama sitting in an uncomfortable manner - along with Paullina Sanchez. "That's her! That freaky Goth-girl!" Paullina hastily rose to her feet, pointing at Sam as if she was a wild tiger, her other hand tucked neatly at her side, completely bandaged up. "She burned me... she must have used black magic or something!"
"Miss Sanchez, please... sit down." Ishiyama said rather harshly, causing the Latino girl to send her an incredulous look, before sitting back down.
"Now Samantha..." The principal smiled, trying to seem as nice and understanding as possible. "Would you care to tell us what happened with Paullina right after first period?"
"Nothing at all." Sam said quickly, "I was talking to myself, and she insulted me, I took it too personally and I dumped some...some...detergent on her. I didn't expect her to have such a bad reaction, really! " She lied. God the last thing she wanted was to have Paullina plastered to the cement like in her little nightmare.
"What!" Paullina rose to her feet again, causing the principal to sigh in frustration. "No way! This little freak called me shallow, then... then I don't know, she burned me somehow!" She pointed to Sam again, but directed her gaze to Ishiyama. "I felt something grab my wrist, then it hurt like Hell! I'm going to have these scars for life!"
"Paullina, please calm down, and watch your language!" Ishiyama raised her voice, before standing up herself. She then looked towards one of the counselors, motioning towards the door. "Get the nurse in here... She should have that culture done by now."
Sam fidgeted uncomfortable, trying to force out a fake laugh. "Magic, right, like that exists." They couldn't prove anything...
"Then how do you explain this, freak?" Paullina glared daggers at her, holding up the hand that was bandaged up over what looked like an ice pack. A few moments after, the counselor and nurse walked into the room, where they handed principal Ishiyama a paper.
"Look here," The nurse pointed to the paper, her other hand fidgeting with the edge of her white lab coat. "What she has is a very severe second degree burn... She'll need to go to the hospital once the medicine I gave her wears off." The woman paled slightly. "But... there was also a trace amount of ectoplasmic signature. Whatever caused this burn..." She left the sentence where it stood.
Sam paled even more, standing up sharply. "Look, I don't know what you are going on about! I'm not a ghost, and its not like a ghost would care about helping me against some living girl." She stepped towards the door, trying to get out before anything else bad happened
"Wait, there was a ghost!" Paullina nearly screamed and shot to her feet (yet again), before the female counselor tried her best to calm her down. During that time, the male counselor reached out and gently placed a hand on Sam's shoulder right before she tried to make a break for it.
"Samantha, we don't-" A bright flash of emerald light blinded everyone in the room, before the middle-aged man was thrown into the wall parallel to the Goth girl - causing the wall to creak and produce a number of tiny cracks from the force. Surprised gasps and screams erupted from the room, before the nurse ran to the man's aid, blood trickling down from the side of his head.
"N-NO!" Sam gasped, running forward to drop to her knees before the man, her hands hovering over the man as if she could help him somehow, but realized that most likely, she would only cause him more pain. She stood up slowly, backing up towards the door, ignoring the screams from the panicked Latina, before she bolted out the door.
Fortunately for her, no one seemed to notice her escape, everyone's attention being held for the injured man who passed out moments after the impact. Paullina screamed "She killed him!" so loud is carried easily down the halls, and reached Sam's ears.
Her heart felt like it suddenly had broken in two, and franticly looked for a place to go, and forced her way into the girls bathroom, sliding down to the ground opposite to the sinks, burying her face into her knees. God...what was she going to do now? He had killed innocent people...just for touching her shoulder...
Despite her now obviously shattered mental state, a low, highly amused laugh echoed from somewhere beside her. "Humans certainly are amusing creatures... aren't they? Pity they break so easily..."
The girl snapped her eyes up, violet angry as she stumbled to her feet. "He didn't do anything wrong! Why? What did he do? Why did he deserve to die?"
"...Die?" Phantom allowed his invisibility to drop, appearing beside her and leaning against the same wall she was not moments before, his arms crossed. "That man isn't dead." He gave her a peculiar look, his voice nonchalant.
"O-oh..." The releif was obvious on her face, and her knees gave out, letting her collapse to the tiles, thanking god silently for watching over that man. "Paullina said..."
Phantom made a 'tch' sound through his teeth, looking off rather boredly away from her. "That woman is so blatantly ignorant. Perhaps she'll get more than a burn next time..."
"NO!" She said quickly, jumping to her feet holding her hands up to him, her eyes almost pleading, but not quite. "No one needs to get hurt..."
"Oh..." He, in return, gave her a rather cocky grin. "And I suppose you think you're in a position where you can give me orders?"
"From the position that i dont want to see anyone else get hurt! They don't deserve any of it!" Her voice lifted, anger and frustration boiling inside of her. "He just touched my shoulder! He didn't need to get his head split open for it!"
"Ahh... there's that temper again..." His grin widened as he stepped closer to her, practically backing her up against the wall behind her. Slowly he raised a hand and tilted her chin up with a single finger. "Didn't Mrs. Fenton warn you not to make me angry...?" his eyes shone the familiar threatening emerald green. "Or there could be dire consequences..."
She felt her body quiver as she pressed her palms flat against the wall behind her, and she bit her lip, still so incredibly angry, and at the same time, terrified of what he could do to her. "She did." She said stiffly, meeting his eyes with her own violet ones. She was less afraid of what he'd do to her then to those she cared (or even didn't care) about.
"That's my girl." He grinned with satisfaction, before leaning in and stealing another chaste kiss from her. "Though I suppose if it were you, I would make an exception..."
Oh god, she wanted so badly to knee him in the groin, but she instead turned her head to the side avoiding his eyes. She was going to so brush her teeth when she got back, she didn't understand why he liked kissing her so much, unless he did it just to piss her off. "I'm going to be in a lot of trouble for this." She said darkly, mostly to herself, before she lifted her eyes to his, frowning. "What can I do, if I can do anything, to keep everyone here safe?"
"Safe?" The ghost's eyes showed no sign of understanding, thought he still portrayed a rather amused grin. "Safe from what?"
"Safe from you." She said quickly, before biting her bottom lip, having a feeling that she had just stepped over the line. She quickly started to squirm, looking for a way to get out of his arms. "I have to go, they're going to be looking for me even more now.'
"Safe from me?" He replied in a rather cold tone, ignoring her previous statement as he grabbed her wrist to keep her from moving from that spot. "Dear Sammy... you're a smart girl. You should know by now there's nothing you can do for me that I can't take for myself. Bribery does not work with me."
She shivered, squirming against his hold, closing her eyes as she knew that she really couldn't do anything what so ever to stop him. She was completely at the mercy of this prince of the ghosts.
Phantom hesitated a moment, before pulling back and looking off to the side, as if listening for something. As much as he was enjoying himself, he knew he had to leave soon. "Sammy," He whispered, his expression turning to a rather serious one - though with him, it was hard to tell what he was feeling anyway, since he could feign so many emotions. "Know this... you are mine. I won't let anyone else have you." He grinned and pressed his lips to her forehead, before disappearing as he always does. Not two seconds later, the familiar female counselor from the office barged into the bathroom, finally finding the young Goth girl that was in question.
"Samantha! Do not run off like that!" She scolded, walking towards her with a determined look on her face.
She didn't answer her, only stuffed her hands in her pockets, shoving past the councelor. "I have class." She said flatly, her heart beating a hundred times a minute. That bastard...she didn't know what she was going to do, but somehow... she was going to get rid of him by weeks end.
"No, you don't." The woman stepped in front of the door, obviously afraid of physically stopping her, and ending up like her male assistant. "This is far more important than your classes." She paused for a moment, sighing. "Samantha, what is going on...?"
"Nothing." She said shortly, crossing her arms. "Believe me, you don't want to get involved. Now get out of my way." She took a step towards her, preparing to push past her.
"Only if you promise to come back to the office so we can work this out!" She replied defensively, but it was obvious she was trying to keep Sam's best interests in mind. "Samantha, you're not in trouble... we're worried about you. Please, don't make this difficult. We already contacted the Fentons... Principal Ishiyama and I know you're being followed by a ghost."
"..." She turned around, lifting teary violet eyes to meet hers. "How much do you know."
"We know that a malevolent spirit has been haunting you. Though... why the incidents with Paulina and David took place is beyond me..." She paused, letting her guard down. "The Fentons are on their way. We'll take care of this."
"NO!" She gasped, looking panicked before she gathered herself again. "No, really. I can do this on my own, you cant do anything about it, so...please...just don't get them..."
"Well, come back with me for now. At the very least we need to write you a pass back to class." She did her best to smile sincerely as she opened the door, but it was obvious they weren't just going to let her on her merry way without a fight.
She frowned, stuffing her hands deep in to her pockets, but followed her, dropping her eyes to the ground. She could hear the whispers from the students, people going quiet and scampering out of her way. "My...Parents haven't been let in on this have they?" She asked quietly.
"Of course they have, Samantha." She didn't catch the fact that's exactly was Sam feared. "We've advised them to stay home until your exorcism is complete."
"Exorcism..." Phantom's voice carried easily to Sam's ears, his laughter obviously leaking from his words. He really thought that was amusing.
"Exorcism! I'm not possessed!" She said sharply, fear welling up in her stomach. Oh god, her parents... She barely registered the phantoms voice. Her parents... "I'm sorry, I have to leave. I'm not feeling well." She turned around, trying to fight back tears. They'd be at each others throats for weeks, gods for months; she would end up having to leave as they battled over custody again...
Sam had barely made it ten feet, the counselor running after her, before a familiar pair of ghost hunters stepped in front of her. "Samantha, are you alright?" Maddie gasped, before leaning down and gently grabbing the girl by her shoulders. "We came as fast as we could. What happened?" Oddly enough, though Phantom had nearly killed a man for barely touching her, nothing seemed to happen as Maddie kept the direct contact between them.
She shook her head, her eyes closed shut tight as she kept the tears from flowing. letting her forehead land on Maddie's shoulder as she took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "The phantom...I...I can't talk right now." She pulled away from the redheaded ghost hunter, rubbing at her eyes as she walked past Jack, who raised a hand, trying to say something, but was wordless as the students in the hall scrambled to get out of her way as she passed.
"Hold is Sam," Maddie called, before smiling and reaching into one of the many holsters on her belt, and pulling out something that looked like a remote with a glowing green orb. Without hesitation, she raised it up and pressed the button, sending a faint shockwave through the air that even the students could feel, just barely.
"What are you doing?" She asked confusedly, turning around as the shockwave flew through the air, making the hair on her arms stand up.
"We're going to get rid of whatever's haunting you, Sam." She smiled bravely. A few seconds passed before just to the right of the Goth girl, a loud crackle could be heard, followed by a faint 'thud'. Students (At least, the ones that still sparsely littered the hallway) gasped loudly as Phantom fell to his knees with a shortness of breath not three feet away from Sam... completely visible.
"Oh...my god... Jack," Maddie's face paled considerably though it couldn't be seen through the mask of the hazmat suit she wore. "Get the Ecto-Foamer. Now." Her voice sounded suddenly very grave, and very hesitant.
"Right away Maddie!" Jack grinned widely, grabbing the massive machine placing it on his shoulder as he aimed it at the Ghost prince, pressing a few buttons as it charged up. "Eat Ecto-Foam Ghost boy!"
Phantom slowly rose to his feet, making every one of the remaining students freeze and gasp again. The Ghost Prince was certainly infamous, powerful, and a bearer of more danger than any other ghost could bring. And it seemed everyone but Jack acknowledged that.
"Hm..." Phantom blinked and looked down at his hands, looking completely unfazed. "Clever... I can't turn invisible." He shot the pair of ghost hunters a small, amused smile, as if he didn't even see the giant bazooka-sized gun aimed right at him.
Shit. Sam cursed, backing up as she looked around the hall, where the students were staring in rapt horror as the white haired prince locked eyes with the large black haired man before him, Jack sweating a bit under the stare. "Run!" She hissed into the closest kid's ear, watching as he stumbled back, taking quick little steps towards the door, bumping into other people as he went, mobilizing them, and soon, the entire school was scattering, to get away from this threat to their lives.
The gun shivered a bit, before the a soft wine came from it, shooting foam out with a loud BOOF, nearly knocking Jack off his feet in his state of distraction.
A mere second before the blast came in contact with him, the ghost narrowed his eyes and grinned, the wind around him picking up rapidly - before the explosion from the blast caused an enormous shockwave across the school, causing most of the people within a 50 foot radius to fall from the earthquake-like tremor. The white smoke left behind from the impact began to clear, revealing the ever calm and amused Phantom. The odd foam substance stood mere inches away from his feet, but he was left completely untouched. With a grin he cocked his head, eyes flaring green. "Is that all you've got?" His voice echoed ominously down the halls.
"Sam! Get out of here!" Jack said sharply, pulling the Jack o nine tails from his belt, stepping close to his wife, blocking the raven haired girl from view.
"Well, then..." Phantom widened his stance ever so slightly, completely ignoring the ghost hunter. "I suppose it's my turn." The ghost then lowered his gaze, the green in his eyes flickering as he let out a slow, long breath.
Maddie's eyes widened, desperately grabbing her husband's arms, trying to pull him back. "JACK! GET DOWN!"
Jack cursed, scooping up his wife and ran, diving down, protecting her with his massive form
Slowly, Phantom then drew a breath in, before tilting his head up and closing his eyes. As he opened his mouth, tremors began to shake the ground - followed by a deafening, otherworldly wail that send green shockwaves through the air. Within moments, the walls began to shake and crumble, the roofs began caving in, and the tremors around him reached out to nearly two miles in radius. And he was only warming up.
Sam cried out, slapping her hands over her ears as the waves took down the roof, and ruptured the streets about them. She cursed, taking a step closer to him, her head feeling as if it would split open before she took a running start, and tackled the ghost prince right over, before he destroyed all of Amity park, and the Fentons.
Surprisingly enough, Phantom had let his gaurd down enough to allow himself to be toppled over by the gothic teen. Within moments after hitting the ground, the tremors began to fade, but by now, half of the school had collapsed in on itself - thankfully, not on the Fentons. In an abrupt surge of power, Sam was harshly thrown off the Ghost Prince as he turned on his feet, his hand grasping her throat as his emerald eyes flared dangerously.
She gasped, closing her eyes as his hand closed around her throat, and she gripped his wrist, waiting for the inevitable. She glanced over through squinted to see Jack climbing to his feet, helping Maddie up and thanked god. They weren't dead...
"Meddling fool...!" Phantom practically hissed with fury, eyes blazing dangerously as his grip around her throat tightened, rage flooding his senses.
"Let her go!" Maddie screamed, pulling out a small gun and shooting an ecto-ray at him - which successfully hit while the ghost was overcome with fury. He winced and shot to his feet, releasing Sam as he looked down at the arm that was now bleeding a mixture of green ectoplasm, and a thick red substance.
Sam coughed, placing her own hand at her throat, looking up at the Ghost prince hazily as it almost looked like there was blood oozing from him along with the ectoplasm. Jack whipped out a thurmous, and aimed it at the phantom. "Eat hot Fenton Thermos!" He growled, opening it up and letting a sharp beam explode out in Danny's direction.
The Ghost Prince turned around and stood up in a haste, his arms raising as the wind around him picked up. With hands outstretched, his brows furrowed in concentration - the bright blue light coming to a stop mere inches away from his hands. He had actually stopped the beam.
"Sam! GO! NOW!" Jack hissed, backing up as the Goth stumbled to her feet, wheezing as she stumbled as quick as she could away from the Ghost prince, still trying to get her breath back. It almost felt as if he had crushed her throat. Jack Took his wife's arm, backing them both up. "Come on Ghost boy, Let's take this outside."
After the comment Jack made, Phantom's eyes shone the deadly emerald as he glared at the man with fury. With a loud cry, he pushed his weight forward, the beam of bright blue light being forced back at an alarming speed - and hit the thermos so hard, it made Jack stumble back, while Maddie actually lost her footing and fell to her knees. "How about I just end you both... once and for all!" Phantom bellowed, the intensity of his aura shifting so dramatically it began to glow the same color as his eyes. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared... not because of invisibility, but because of the sheer speed as he practically teleported to Jack, a glowing green fist mere centimeters away from the man's face. Phantom glared at him with that same amount of fury, but... he never attacked.
Seconds passed as still silence set in the air... before Phantom finally retreated his hand, and took to the air, disappearing beyond the remains of the walls in Casper High.
"What the...?" Jack asked, making sure Maddie was alright before he stood, looking around a sudden sinking worry in his gut. "Where did Sam go?"
Sam made her way along, slowly being able to breathe more and more. She was getting calls on her cell phone; mom, dad, mom, dad. She didn't pick up either, knowing that it was the last thing she needed, them arguing and fighting and trying to buy her favor. Not to mention her school was wrecked and she had nearly been killed...she had nearly gotten a lot of people killed... She pushed open the door to her apartment with a groan, slamming the door shut after her. She could only hope that The Fentons were alright... somehow, she didn't think that the phantom had hurt them.
The night soon came, leaving the Fenton couple exhausted and extremely worried. Phantom had been so enraged, he almost killed Sam, and now, they had no idea where either of them were. Soon, Casper High was roped off by police, almost the entire school being reduced to rubble, and the streets around it cracked from the tremors. News reporters swamped the Fentons, keeping them from trying to find Sam. They could only hope the Ghost Prince would be as merciful towards the Goth girl as he was to them...
Sam buried herself into her couch, with a bowl of ice cream and flicked in the news, wincing at the sight of the news blaring information on the ghost attack at her school, and she smiled a bit, glad to see that the Fentons were alright.
"...How's your neck?" Came the soft, and oddly careful voice of Phantom as he materialized sitting atop the headrest of the couch, leaning against the wall behind him. His green eyes were no longer flaring with intensity, and his voice no longer carried the enormous amount of rage.
She flinched, unable to move to fast with her neck being so stiff and painful, and she set her ice cream down slowly, about to bolt if she needed to. "Painful, you nearly killed me." She said warily, easing herself off the couch.
His green eyes watched her carefully, knowing well she was about to run from him yet again. But this time... he didn't feel the urge to stop her. Instead, he lowered his gaze, his expression showing little emotion, but his voice carried the weight of guilt easily, even if it was only barely. "...I'm sorry."
She stopped, unsure of what she had heard, biting her bottom lip. "What?" She asked softly, wincing as she sat back down on her couch. "What brought this sudden change of heart...?"
His guilt-filled gaze soon changed, as he sent her a harmless glare. Was he becoming soft? Why the Hell should he apologize to a human? "I've got nicked merchandise now." He replied in a nonchalant tone, but for the first time, his act was weak, and Sam could see that he was trying to cover up the fact he had just apologized.
She frowned, lifting her hair to reveal the black and blue finger marks that spanned over the full surface of her neck and deep thumb marks where her throat met her collarbone. "Nicked is right." She said, dropping her hair before she settled down back in her couch, to tired to try and kick him out, especially since somehow, that little event had seemed to humble him a bit.
Phantom surprisingly didn't reply, but sat silent atop the couch, acting like he was actually interested in what was on the television. But in truth, he was too busy thinking about the events that happened earlier that day... he often couldn't control his rage, so that really wasn't a big problem to him, even if it did leave a rather large bruise on Sam's neck. Why had he stopped before attacking Jack Fenton? He was so enraged, he was about to kill them both... but right before that moment came... He couldn't bring himself to do it. The ghost boy sighed, before looking down at the girl he had been following for two days. Really... it wasn't like him to contemplate or regret. He had to get out of this trance... and he knew just what to do.
Sam felt her eyes get heavy, burying herself into the couch and hugged her pillow to her chest. She wasn't sure if the movie she was watching was about ducks or geishas anymore...
Not soon after Sam began to feel sleepy, the familiar weight of cold air surrounded her, despite the fact that she was wrapped in warm blankets. Before she could open her eyes, something weighed down on the couch at either side of her, and a pair of cold lips pressed to the exposed side of her bruised neck. In the time she was distracted, Phantom had gently straddled her slim form, his hands placed one either side of her head as he tenderly kissed the abused skin.
"W-what?" She gasped, the world suddenly coming in sharp as he kissed her tender skin, and she tried to worm her arms out from where they were tangled in her blanket. "Wait...stop!" She couldn't quite strain her neck away, the pain to sharp to twist sharply.
"Sshh..." Phantom whispered, one hand lifting up to gently caress her cheek as he slowly moved his lips up her neck and to her jawbone, kissing and sometimes tenderly licking her skin. He was right... this certainly was taking his mind off of the events from earlier that day, but now he wasn't too aware of how far he was actually taking a simple kiss.
"No, please!" She gasped out, closing her eyes tight as she tried to squirm out from beneath him, the blankets and even his light weight restraining her, and she gasped as he licked her, the entire situation being thrown into a new terrifying category. "P-Phantom!"
As her restraint continued, the ghost prince ceased, though his actions were hesitant. Despite his rather affectionate actions, he boldly rose slightly to look down at her, genuine confusion written in his expression, though it was still paired with a rather nonchalant look. "What?"
She looked up at him, frightened, her raven hair splayed across her face, her bottom lip trembling a bit. "I don't want you..." She said softly, her violet eyes met his. "You already took my first kiss...not this too."
Phantom obviously didn't get the hint Sam was trying to throw him, so he ignored it - one of his better talents - and grinned mischievously. "Aww... I was your first kiss?" He mocked an over-affectionate tone, as he leaned in closer to her, resting his forehead against hers, green eyes gazing into violet. "You're so adorable, Sammy..."
She whimpered her legs moving beneath his unhappily. "Danny, please!" She finally worked her hand out from the comforter, and she pressed it to his chest, trying to push him off. "Stop it!"
Phantom looked down at her with an odd look of confusion, as if he never expected her to decline him. Gently, he brought his free hand up to grasp her own that pushed against his chest, and pulled it away, kissing the palm tenderly. "I thought you agreed to compensation for my efforts back at your school..." He gazed down at her with no particular hint of lust or want. It was as if he thought this was more of a game than anything else, but he looked far from oblivious.
She had, and she remembered it, and she closed her eyes, letting him kiss down her palm, her skin prickling under his cold lips. "I did, but not like this..." She said strongly, lifting her eyes to his, her fingers curling as he kissed them. Her body shivered under his soft kisses, reacting how she wished she didn't.
"Then how do you propose I do so?" He asked softly, leaning a hair closer to her, gazing at her with those unreadable emerald eyes that always seemed to show a hint of amusement. His hand clasped around hers gently, but the chilling touch was less than comforting.
She lifted her eyes up to his, frightened, confused, and struggling horribly to keep from freaking out on him. "Just don't do it this way!" She squeaked, her face staining a dark red as she talked.
He paused for a moment, staring at her blankly as she obviously fought the urge to do absolutely anything to get him off her. To Phantom, this was a rare moment, because Sam rarely ever openly portrayed any sort of fear the way she was now. The one thing he found most interesting about her was her stubborn quality, how she would simply refuse to let him get a rise out of pestering or tormenting her. So after two days of hardly any sort of reaction, this certainly was an enjoyable moment. It was a horrible, sick enjoyment, but Phantom was sure he was some sort of a sadist, as most of his kind can be. "Why not...?" He whispered, grinning slyly as he leaned in, his hand still holding her free one so that she couldn't try and push him away. He gently kissed her ear, his cold breath dancing upon her skin as he spoke in a hushed tone. "I thought you said you weren't afraid of ghosts..."
"I am afraid of being molested!" She struggled, her chest heaving as she shivered as his breath danced over her ear. she worked her other arm out of of the blanket, shoving against him as she wringed her wrist, trying to break the other one free.
Phantom only laughed in an unnerving tone, not moving in the least dispite her best efforts. He was obviously much stronger than her - or any grown man for that matter. "Sammy, Sammy..." He grinned, simply grasping her other hand and pulling both arms above her head so he could easily grasp both of her wrists to keep her from moving. He leaned in closer to her, to where his forehead almost rest against her own. "You just told me an easy way to get a scare out of you... not very tactful." He smiled with a slightly sadistic enjoyment, as his free hand wandered to her stomach and pulling up her shirt just slightly.
Oh shit. She cursed herself, her breath hitching as his fingers danced over her skin, and she kicked her feet uselessly beneath the comforter. "Danny, DON'T!" She shouted, her voice breaking. You have to calm yourself Sam, she told herself, the less of a reaction, the less he'll enjoy this, and the quicker he'll leave me alone... But it was so much harder then just saying it.
Suddenly his grip on her wrists tightened, his hand on her stomach freezing to a stop as his emerald eyes began to glow with low intensity. "Don't ever," He whispered, his voice dark and demanding. "Call my by that name again." The first time he let it slide, but he detested anyone, or anything associating his name in such a human-like characteristic.
"Fine then, Phantom." She said in a low tone, not breaking his gaze even though she was pinned in such a compromising position beneath him. "Personally, I like your first name better."
"…..My father gave me that name..." He said in a rather sour tone, looking away from her like a sulking child. "I hate it. It makes me sound like a human."
"Weren't you? Once?" She said softly, trying to work her wrists free while he was distracted. "It's a nice name, survivor of the lions den."
His grip held firm, it didn't lighten up nor strengthen; but it seemed like even if he truly was distracted, he still held more than enough power to hold her down. "... I'm not sure. Some ghosts are born that way, and others come from manifestations of negative energy left behind by the living." He stated calmly, still avoiding her gaze. "My father never told me, and... I can't remember anything more than ten years ago." He slowly looked down at her, then sighed and released her wrists that now had slightly reddened skin, but not bruised. He easily floated off her, retreating to the other end of the couch and sitting on the armrest there. "Why am I even telling you this?" He sighed again, placing a hand to his forehead. What the Hell has this girl done to him? Normally he would never disclose such personal information... in truth, there wasn't a ghost or human in existence that knew of his odd case of amnesia.
"Because you cant keep anything to yourself?" She muttered to herself, pulling her knees to her chest as she contemplated bolting right then and there, but now she was curious. She rubbed at her wrists tenderly, speaking in a low voice, just loud enough for him to hear. "Maybe your death was so traumatic...that you blocked it out."
He feigned a laugh, then turned so he could lean against the back of the couch, not making the effort to make eye contact with her. "It couldn't have been. I asked my father when I was very young, if I died, or how I died... he simply told me that it was of no importance." He took a moment to glance her way, noticing with a hint of amusement, how she huddled as far away from him as possible. "Personally, I don't care. Humanity only makes a ghost soft."
She went to open her mouth, only to close it when the phone rang loudly, and she stood stiffly, looking at it with an anxious look. Truthfully, she'd rather deal with the phantom then...who she was sure was on the other side of that phone...
He blinked at her, raising an eyebrow as he watched her expressions change to that of worry and apprehension the moment the phone rang. Two rings passed, before the ghost prince finally spoke up, his voice carrying a slightly scolding tone with it. "...Aren't you supposed to pick that up?"
She glowered at him, before snatching up the phone, hesitating before placing it by her ear. "Hello?" She cringed as a loud squeal came from the other line, followed by overdone sobbing. "Mom...Hi...yes, I got your message...no dad didn't tell me not to answer...mom...wait mom..."
Phantom curiously watched her as she talked, listening to the distressed voice coming from the phone. He simply leaned back and looked away, resting his arms behind his head, seeming a little too at ease as he mumbled to himself. "And I thought I had and overbearing parent..."
She was quiet for a while, her back to the phantom as she listened, trying to speak once or twice before her face turned pink and she held the phone out, as if she had been slapped. "You know what Mom? I don't care if you and dad tear each other to shreds, I'm not moving, I'm not going to that horrible catholic school, I WONT go to court on your behalf, or Dads either! It doesn't matter who wins custody, I'm not leaving Amity Park!" She slammed the receiver down, not realizing that she had started to cry
Phantom stayed quiet for a moment, his sensitive hearing picking up her soft crying easily. "You know..." He said softly, his voice carrying an almost sincere tone to it. "I don't do people favors often, but..." He looked her way with a tiny hint of a smile showing through. "I can kill 'em if you like."
"NO!" she said angrily, rubbing at her eyes. "Those two bastards will do it to each other soon enough." she whirled around, as if going to say something smart to him, her lithe shoulders shaking and sweet crocodile tears slipping down her cheeks, before she turned about and headed to her room, without another word.
He simply sat there, not watching her as she walked off, but it wasn't like he was ignoring her either. It was sad how easily roused a human could get over something so trivial like family... "Pathetic." He sighed to himself, before disappearing from sight, seeming as though he now lost interest.
She stomped into her room, stuffing her fingers into her hair with a frustrated growl, leaving the raven locks messy once she retrieved her fingers from it. "I can't believe them!" She cursed, stomping around the room before she growled and stormed into the shower, letting the hot water drain some of her frustration. She towel dried, and pulled on a simple dress pajama, sitting down at the end of her bed to brush her hair.
Phantom, as he did the night before, flew up to the roof of the rather small apartment and layer there, simply resting. Ghosts didn't need to sleep after all... but if they didn't relax once and a while, they'd go insane. Not that the ghost prince could be anymore corrupt than he already is. While he sat there, he kept watch for any other ghosts that might come too close, his mindset close to that of a lion protecting its territory. Not that there were many ghosts out there stupid enough to confront him, but he didn't want the chance of anyone else touching what belonged to him.
She set down the brush after a bit, her silky raven locks falling in her face, obscuring one eye. The phone rang again, as it had been steadily all night, and she ignored it, pulling her knees up to her chin, and buried her face into them. After all this craziness that was happening now, the last thing she needed was her parents fighting over her... her shoulders shook, the stress of the day finally hitting her full front, and she battled against tears, loosing badly, her choked sobs whispering out the window.
Phantom continued to watch the night sky even as Sam's muffled, quiet crying reached his ears. How could something so trivial tear a human apart like that... and more importantly, why is it that he can't make her cry, yet a simple phone call from her mother could? It was almost infuriating. Though he supposed he should take a little credit... if it wasn't for him, Sam wouldn't be in such emotional turmoil as she is now. 'Yeah...but why the Hell do I get the feeling I should be more proud with that fact?' Phantom thought to himself, turning over to his side while floating a few inches off the concrete roof. A few more minutes passed, and he really did try to tune out the small sobs coming from below, but it seemed it wasn't working. "For the love of..." He cursed under his breath before standing up and phasing through the roof down to her room, where he saw her huddled form laying on the bed, her knees clutched tightly to her chest. Silently, he walked over and set his weightless form down on the bed next to her. He sat there staring at her for a moment, not very surprised that she hadn't noticed him yet. "You know, it's not like I really need sleep or anything... but your sniveling is making it very hard for me to."
She didn't even look up at him, only curled into herself tighter, black hair falling over her shoulders as she tried to ignore him, and stop the tears at the same time. He was the last person in the world she wanted seeing her like this.
He didn't speak for a while, and simply sat there watching her, knowing well she was wishing over and over again in her head for him to go away. This girl certainly was stubborn... she wouldn't let him see her scared, annoyed, and now she wouldn't let him see her cry. He sighed loudly, before grabbing her by her shoulders and forcing her up, his body phasing through the covers as he leaned back on the headboard, taking her with him. Carefully he placed her on one of his outstretched legs, gently resting her head against his chest. "...You know, crying isn't like you." He stated simply.
She felt her heart stop, startled when he grabbed her shoulders, pulling her upright so her hair fell into her wide eyes, the sleeves of her night shirt bunching up under his fingers as he fazed them through the comforters, placing her on top of his leg and against his chest, her hands balled together at her chest. Warm tears dripped down her cheeks, and onto his suit, and she closed them tightly, her voice soft and raw. "Since when have you cared." She whispered, but didn't shove him off.
"Because your crying was keeping me awake." He replied back without any care in his tone. But really, that was a lie... he never intended to sleep, and he never really does. There were simply too many powerful ghosts in Amity Park that would love to attack him if he was to ever fall asleep - not that it scared him that bad... he could still take on any specter this place had to offer. "That, and it bugs me to no end knowing that a simple call from your mother can make you an emotional wreck, when I can't."
She crinkled her nose up, resting her forehead on her fists, not looking up at him. "Humans are mysterious creatures after all." She mumbled, surprised to find that his chest rose and fell, as if he was still trying to replicate breathing.
"Isn't that the truth..." He said in a rather far-off tone, his right hand moving to rest atop her head, his gloved fingers gently combing through her hair in an almost affectionate manner. "You know... you shouldn't let your parents get to you like that. Getting upset won't change anything."
The hair on Sam's arms stood up slowly, and she sat up upon his leg, looking at him warily. "Are you….. smoking something?
He blinked at her with that same indifferent, if not somewhat bored look. "….What?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
She shook her head, placing her warm hands on his leg as she slid herself off of him, drying her tears on the back of her hand, trying not to smile, although her wide lips pulled up just enough to show her pearly whites. "Never mind..."
Phantom blinked, letting her slide off his lap as she dried her tears. What the Hell had he just done? "...Whatever." He mumbled, looking away from her, not sure what his reaction to such a situation should be.
She sighed, speaking quietly. "I'm alright now, you should be able to sleep now."
He simply glanced at her, before pushing his nearly weightless body up into the air, his form disappearing halfway - but he didn't leave just yet. "By the way," His disembodied voice whispered in her ear, the chilled air concentrated behind her, giving away his position. "I can see your panties." His amused voice practically danced with satisfaction, having noticed that somewhere along the line, Sam's semi-long nightdress rode up to her waist.
She turned red, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and tugged it down to cover herself, glowering at him. But she refused to give him the pleasure of watching her get angry, instead she just over her bed, placing her hand against the light switch. "Good night Phantom."
Yay for pushing that M rating again! xDD Oh, we love it so. ChibiSamiSala and I kept debating whether or not the rating will actually change…. What do you all think? (Evil grin)
the next chapter shall be in in the next two to four days, as usual.
Stay in school and don't do drugs!
Zoey