HOMAIGAWD! Yes, there's a new chapter. Yes, ChibiSamiSala and I got some time to RP. She also got promoted or something, and doesn't have to work quite as much. Or something like that. All I know is that she's on a lot more now! And since I have no life, we'll have plenty of chances to RP.

The disclaimer is in the first chapter, as you all know. Now on with the much anticipated chapter six!

Chapter Six

The Kingdom of Ghosts

She didn't have time to even swing her fist before she was scooped up and suddenly, the roof was gone, replaced by a massively huge room, a few servants bumbling about in different directions. It almost felt like she had been kicked in the stomach, and she started to kick, struggling in his iron hold. "Let me go! Now! Where the HELL are we!"

The moment she screamed, the ghostly servants around the massive room looked towards them, before they all immediately fell to their knees, bowing as they dropped whatever it was they were holding. The room was lavishly decorated in a scheme of red, white and gold. Rather expensive tapestry hung against the painted walls, along with a collection of interesting works of art. It was an extremely large room, but yet, it didn't have any furniture in it. "My Prince... you have returned early." One female stepped up, before bowing on one knee. "Shall I fetch for the King? Do you have a report?"

Phantom grumbled as Sam kicked, before he let her go, knowing there was no where she could run to anyway. The portal behind them dissipated, leaving her trapped as it was. "No, no bother... I'm merely here for rest. I will speak to my father later."

Sam crossed her arms bout herself, backing up as she took in where she was. Oh dear lord...she was in the Ghost zone. "You..." She hissed, trying not to panic. What was she going to do? How the Hell was one to get out of this place?

There was a silence as Phantom glanced back at her with mild interest, but stepped forward, towards the large double doors that set at the far side of the room. "Milord..." One of the servants spoke up quietly. "...Who is this human girl?"

The Prince halted, his expression nonchalant as he paused to think for a moment. He turned to the servant, a bright smile on his face. "She's my new pet. I figured Father has a handful of human slaves... It would be only natural for me to have one as well."

"You little!" She hissed, her eyes scanning for the closest thing to throw at him, before a fist sized candle went flying in his direction. She almost preferred when he was willing to kill her. "I am not your pet, and I will not stay here!" She turned on her heel and ran for the closest door, not knowing where it led, as long as it was away from the ghost prince.

Phantom swiftly caught the candle, simply watching as Sam stormed out of the room, gasps erupting from the servants before they began whispering about the 'manners' of the human child. Any ghost who attempted to harm the Prince would have been thrown in Walker's jail...or even worse. But Phantom simply smiled, calmly setting the candle down on a nearby ledge that ran along the walls. There was nowhere she could go, anyway... and as long as no one knew if she belonged to either himself or the King, she wouldn't be harmed. Contained maybe, but not harmed. Without a second thought, he took flight, leisurely making his way to his private chambers. He'll make sure she blows off some of that steam before finding her...

The girl did just that, storming down the halls, trying to find the way out for a good hour and a half, servants staring at her in half amazement, the news of The phantom's new pet having spread far and quickly. Finally the girl crumpled down to the floor, having stormed out the largest gate, and out into the courtyard, the green swirled sky enforcing the fact that, she really couldn't escape... She curled her knees to her chest, burying her face into her knees as she choked back a sob. Her poor parents...they'd never be the same again...

A few minutes passed as the young Goth girl tried to cope with her new surroundings, before soft footsteps approached her from behind. "...Are you done?" Came Phantoms quiet voice, void of any emotion.

She didn't say anything for a moment, before she nodded, her raven locks falling over her knees.

The Prince sighed, unsure of what to do with her while she was in such a broken state. He wanted to proclaim her as his future queen, but he should at least get some servants to make her look acceptable before his father... "Come on, you shall accompany me to my quarters."

She stood slowly, rubbing at her eyes roughly. She didn't want to go, but she really didn't know where else she could go. She was sure that she looked horrible, her eyeliner had marked onto her hands and her knees, and she ran her fingers through her hair to tame it.

"Daniel!" Came a loud rumble from deeper in the courtyard, and Sam jumped, whirling around as a massively built man stormed his way in their direction, a crown sitting steadily between his strangely forked hair.

Phantom whirled around with an unusual surprised look upon his face, his feet holding him unsteadily as he looked up at the towering form. Slowly he stepped in front of Sam, his voice and gaze suddenly extremely weak. "F-Father..." He whispered, green eyes staring up at the vampiric ghost with hesitance.

The King stopped in front of his son, gripping his shoulders, shaking him a bit. "What were you thinking? You've been all over the mortal's televisions! Do you ever think, Daniel!"

"That's what I was wondering..." Sam muttered, completely overwhelmed with the change that had gone through the phantom, and she stayed behind him, peering over his shoulder at the King.

"I'm sorry father..." He replied in an oddly small voice. It was as if the moment the King set foot in the same area as him, his cocky, proud attitude disappeared completely. "My temper got the best of me...I..." He glanced back hesitantly at Sam, glad that his father didn't show much interest in her. "Forgive me."

"I was worried about you Daniel!" The hold he had on his son's shoulders loosened, as well as his tone. "All this for, what..." His red eyes moved over to the raven haired girl behind his son, and reached over, tipping her chin up, watching as she flinched. "A human girl?"

It was obvious Phantom wanted to step between them, but he held his ground, and simply pushed his father's arm away from her. She was his, after all. "Of course I wouldn't concern myself in such a way. She was merely caught between a dispute between me, and the pair of 'local ghost hunters'. Surely you know of the Fentons." He paused for a moment, sending Sam another quick glance, as if to reassure her she was safe.

Vlad's eyes narrowed, and he stood up. "The Fentons, yes I have heard of them. I also told you to avoid them." He said roughly, his eyes moving back to his son's 'prize', crossing his arms. "Do you try to worry me on purpose, or are you just that reckless?"

"Father, I'm seventeen. I'm also more powerful than any ghost or human out there..." He shook his head, looking up at the taller man with a somewhat sincere look, but his eyes continued to hold a well tamed annoyance. "Why must you dote on me like this? It's not like I can't handle myself..."

"Because, you are my only son. That is what Father's do." Vlad said simply, turning around. "I dont want you to go out for a while. You've caused too much chaos in the mortal realm already. And I do expect you to properly introduce your companion to me before I leave, or have you truly forgotten your manners."

Phantom lowered his gaze, almost tilting his head in respect. "Yes, father..."

And with that, Vlad walked away, cape flying as he rounded the corner.

Sam couldn't help but smile, leaning around the Phantom, raising an eyebrow. "Well now." She was feeling a little more solid now, knowing that The Phantom wasn't completely made of stone.

His expression quickly changed to that of a teenage scowl, looking towards the girl without turning his head. "Well what?"

She just grinned, "Didn't call before going out? You're lucky you didn't get grounded." Oh she knew she was pushing it.

"Don't mix my life with your pathetic human standards." He replied in a rather harsh tone, confirming her suspicions about the uneasiness he feels around his father. "You are lucky he didn't get rid of you. If he didn't like the fact that I'm now keeping a human pet, there would be nothing I could do to stop him."

"Oh wouldn't that have been sad." She muttered beneath her breath, not pushing it. It was strange seeing him that upset. "I'm not going to be your pet." She said stubbornly, before started to walk back into the hall, rubbing at her eyes.

He followed her swiftly, his feet hovering just above the ground as he appeared in front of her with a stern look that still held that tiny bit of amusement. "You will until I introduce you to my father as my future queen." He replied in a solid tone.

"I will not be your queen!" She snapped, crossing her arms. "I don't like you, hell, I can't even stand you." She muttered, trying to step around him.

"Oh, so harsh!" He mocked a hurt tone, probably angering her even more in the process. He quickly flew back in front of her, but this time, matched her pace as she continued walking. "You're so adorable when you're angry." He grinned, before gently tilting her chin, and stealing another sweet kiss from her.

She shoved herself away from him, her cheeks unconsciously burning as she glowered at him. "Will you stop doing that!" She hissed, half wanting to put her fingers in a cross before her. "What? Do I taste a certain way that you just can't keep your mouth to yourself?" She asked, pointing at him as she backed herself into a wall.

"And it only took you three days to figure it out!" He mocked, clapping his hands together once as he grinned brightly.

She shook the finger at him, trying to come up with a witty comeback, but found none, instead she just swirled around, stalking away from him, fists balled at her sides.

"I suppose you just don't know how desirable you are for a ghost." He spoke, floating up to her from behind, his arms wrapping around her shoulders as he kissed her cheek - mostly because he knew it pissed her off. Only a moment after she felt the familiar sensation of dematerializing, a cold chill spreading throughout her body. "And by the way, my quarters are in the opposite direction." He whispered, before lifting her up into his arms once again.

She shuddered, struggling at first before she just heaved a sight, crossing her arms and looking up into his green eyes unhappily. "Who says that's where I was going?" She was heading there, or at least she thought she was, but there was no reason to make anything easier for him.

"Me." He smiled and held her closer before taking to the air and phasing through the ceiling. They passed through a few handfuls of walls before he finally set foot in a long hallway that had three doors... two on either wall, and one set of luxurious double doors lined with gold. Phantom easily set her down and began to walk, figuring she'd follow.

Not really having anywhere else to go, not to mention she had no idea how to get back, she did, staying a few feet behind him as she looked around, wondering if Tucker had had a heart attack yet, and if her parents were alright. She couldn't help but look around the hall, amazed by the doors in front of them.

The moment he came upon the doors, Phantom actually outstretched his arm and gently grabbed Sam's hand like a true gentleman. "Here we are." He smiled and with a single motion, opened both doors - revealing a room that easily topped the floor space of a celebrity's mansion in Beverley Hills. The room, unlike the rest of the castle, was decorated in many variations of gold, silver, white and green. Expensive engraved marble tile lined the first half of the room, before it integrated with snow white carpet, the gigantic king-sized bed lined with the most luxurious white and green silk. A mock-story was present near the back of the room, providing a balcony that looked over the sleeping area. A set of frosted glass doors occupied a rather large space on the west wall, that lead out to a spacious overlook of the courtyard below. "...To your new room."

"Holy..." She whispered, awed, and for a moment she almost forgot where she was, it was like stepping into a Hollywood home. She took a step inside, looking around carefully, taking in each of the sights before she turned to face him, arching an eyebrow. "What's the catch?"

"Catch?" He asked innocently, stepping over to her though his feet rarely ever touched the floor. "No catch... you are, after all, going to be my queen. So naturally, you'd be staying with me." He gestured around at all the glory that could be seen - including... the single bed.

She glowered at him, before eying the bed, cursing. "I'll sleep on the floor then." She said quietly, realizing that she hadn't brought anything, not clothing, nothing. Not that she had any choice in the matter...

"What? Absurd." He stated simply, placing his hands on his hips. "I'll send for a set of night clothes for you... you may take a shower if you like, and you'll sleep in my bed. There's no way the floor will be anywhere close to comfort."

"I am not staying in that bed with you." she said flatly, sitting down and crossing her arms. "You should just send me home and find another girl" but the thought of a shower sounded mighty nice, and her bones ached for it.

Phantom rolled his eyes at her attempt at a threat, and mocked a sigh. She always did like to go kicking and screaming... "Go get cleaned up." He gestured towards the engraved silver and white door to his right, the one that lead to the bathroom. "I will be introducing you to my father in the morning... for now, I will get you a set of clothes to wear for the occasion."

She frowned at him, but gave into the thought of a shower, and headed towards the bathroom, where a couple of servants were waiting for her, following her to the massive tub with different products and the like, preparing to make her up for their Prince.

During that time, Phantom took it upon himself to acquire a simple white and green gown for Sam to wear the next morning, and a set of nightclothes that consisted of a somewhat elegant white silk mock-dress, with decorative silver lace. By the time Sam actually walked out of the bathroom, the servants quickly leaving the room, Phantom was already dressed in all black silk pajamas - which was probably a little odd to see, since all the Goth girl had seen the Prince in was his normal attire. "Feel better?" He asked, her nightdress folded up in his hands. Oddly enough, he voice and gesture seemed a little... too nice.

She nodded a bit, wrapped up in a silk robe. The servants had dried her hair, and curled them into soft ringlets about her face (despite her attempt to get them to leave her be), and she eyed the Pajamas he was wearing, not feeling to good about staying out in the robe with him. And why the hell was he being so nice. "I need to go back, I don't have any of my clothing." She said quickly, looking away from him.

"Nonsense." He replied with a smile, before he snapped his fingers - and not three feet away from her, and smaller door opened up, revealing a walk-in closet... filled with clothes Phantom obviously didn't plan to wear for himself. "You have all you need in there. Ah, and here are your nightclothes." He stepped forward and handed her the silk dress.

she took it slowly, arching an eyebrow up at him. "I know you are planning something, I don't know what, but you are." She turned on her heel, back into the bathroom to slip into the nightdress, letting it slink about her body. She looked at herself in the mirror, closing one eye as she looked at herself. It was...a bit... She slid her hands down her hips, smoothing out the material that stuck to them. She sighed, running her fingers through the curls, before she stepped out, looking to the side. "Goodnight Phantom." She said softly, finding the loveseat on one side of the room, curling up on it.

Phantom raised an eyebrow, having been leaning against a dresser that set relatively close to the large pair of double doors. He watched her settle into the couch, before nonchalantly walking over to her, bent down, and picked her up as if she weighed no more than a feather. "Ladies don't sleep on couches, Sammy." He cooed, kissing her cheek again as he walked towards his bed. Well, he certainly was a blunt person...

"Nor do they sleep in beds with people they hate." She said, squirming. "Put me down, I'm not staying there with you." He couldn't keep her in there.

"Aww, do you really hate me?" He set her down on the soft bed, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he grasped her hands and looked down at her like he was truly hurt. "But Sammy..."

She scooted backwards, trying to wring her hands free of his. She wasn't going to fall for anything he was trying. "Don't 'But Sammy' me." She snapped, blowing a curl out of her face as tried to yank her hands out of his.

He let her go easily, but continued with his obviously feigned pitiful act. "I'm hurt, Sammy..." He leaned in, before he wrapped his arms around her neck and forced her down against the bed, a playful grin plastered across his face. "Maybe I'll just have to hold you like this all night to make sure you don't run off..."

She glowered at him, squirming underneath him, not at all liking the feeling of him on top of her. "Do and I'll shoot my drink out my nose and cause chaos when we meet your father."

She seemed to have struck a sensitive chord there, and made the prince fall silent for a minute. "Look, Sammy..." He sighed, his expression actually fairly serious. "I don't think you understand... if my father doesn't accept you, he'll kill you. He can't stand humans."

"And you can?" She shot back, pushing at his chest, as she squirmed beneath him. "Truthfully, after living around you, I might prefer being dead."

Oddly enough, when she pushed him, he backed off, but still sat on the bed next to her. "I suppose... I feel more at home around humans. Then again, they do tend to get on my nerves easily...more so than ghosts..." He pondered with a somewhat bored look. "It's complicated, really."

She arched an eyebrow to him, sitting cross-legged on the bed. "Your father really frightens you doesn't he?"

He sat there silent for a moment, as if contemplating whether or not he should word his reply in any one way. "Well... he really seems to care for me." He said simply. "I always have this childish grudge against him, just because he's higher on the monarchal ladder than me... but besides that, I just get a really odd feeling from him. The only thing I think I inherited from him is his... particular sense of sadism." He raised an eyebrow and looked towards her. "I'm worse than most ghosts... if you hadn't already noticed."

"Hey, acceptance is the first step to fixing your problem." She said softly, gracing him with a rare smile.

"I'm hardly certain the psychological structure of ghosts is anywhere near relative to human's." He replied back with a bored look.

"Hey, you never know." She said simply, before she slid out of bed, heading towards the door. "I'm going for a walk."

She glowered at him for that little comment, before she climbed out of the bed, walking past him and about the room, looking at the different things there. "You know, I don't know why ghosts have such bad views of humans. We really never did anything to you." She picked up a bit of sheer silk, looping it over her shoulders in a bored manner, the red contrasting nicely with her black hair and white gown.

"Then why do humans hate ghosts so much?" He shot right back at her, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. "It's just a fact... humans fear and hate ghosts, and ghosts then return that hostility. It's a vicious cycle."

"I think it's the other way around, we don't go about stalking people and driving people insane." She jabbed at him, glowering at him as she flopped down on the floor crossing her legs. "I had no problem with ghosts until you came along."

"Glad to hear it." He replied back in a heavily sarcastic tone. "Now get in bed... don't want you looking tired for tomorrow."

"No." she said flatly, crossing her arms.

"Why are you so insistent?" He asked in an annoyed tone.

"Because you are!" She pointed out. "Why won't you just let me sleep on the couch?"

"That can't be anywhere near as comfortable as the bed." He replied simply. "I want you to be well rested for tomorrow."

She looked at him suspiciously, but stood up slowly. "Since when were you so worried about my well being."

"I'm not. I want to make sure you're presentable for my father." He said in an almost defensive tone.

She looked at him warily, before sighing, and walked over to him, hesitantly slipping under the comforters, turning her back to him as she cuddled into the plush pillows. Well it was definitely, definitely, a lot more comfortable then the couch.

The ghost prince smiled almost triumphantly as she slipped into the bed next to him (Though she was practically teetering over the edge she was trying to hard to keep the distance between them as great as possible), before he settled in himself. Surprisingly enough, he didn't try to steal a kiss from her, or even made any attempt to be possessive... which he do often does. Instead, he relished the fact he could sleep since he was no longer on Earth, and within the general safety of the castle. And not minutes later, the high and mighty Phantom prince began to snore softly, completely knocked out.

Sam blinked, rolling over to look at the white haired teen, propping herself up half way on her elbow as he slept, and she couldn't help but half smile, before reaching over him and turned out the lights. She carefully put a pillow boundary between the two of them (one could never be too careful), before she cuddled up with the large one she was using, and let exhaustion claim her.

Poor Sam. (Evil grin) Kukukuku…

Expect the next chapter to be a lot sooner than this one took – back to the usual two to four days. Because guess what? It's already done! Nyahnyaaa.

Next chapter is goooood. The plot thickens. Yay for thick and semi-thick plots! Or something like that.

Ciao y'all

Zoey