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Part One: Dark Eyes


Chapter Two: Astral Touch


As soon as Danny and Sam approached school, he let go of her hand reluctantly. She knew the reason why: everybody. They would stare, whisper, and of course, jeer at them, something they had experienced since they started Casper Junior High. Both of them didn't want another reason for the hurt, and Sam understood. Of course she understood.

"Did you get any biology done last night?" he asked as they made it to her locker.

"You want to copy it again?" She gave a sigh. "Honestly, Danny, I hope you shape up before we're Juniors."

"Sam…you know I will."

She smiled. "Keep telling yourself that." She opened her locker, and a glance into her mirror left her stuttering in horror. She saw Danny Phantom, insanely obsessed green eyes, a maniacal grin on his face. There was a small circle of bluish light as his hand began to reach through the mirror, grabbing for the front of her shirt, almost as if trying to pull her into the dark world that he was trapped in, the world of her nightmares. There, he was power, the ultimate enemy that Danny would never have a chance against. She slammed her locker shut, a sleeve tearing in her desperation to rid herself of the evilness of Danny Phantom. "Get away!" She fell backwards, crashing into the floor and scooting back until she knocked another person over, coincidentally Tucker. She was shaking. Slowly, she regained her senses. "Uh…sorry Tuck. I thought I saw floral print." She pulled herself up. "You know how that gets me."

"Yeah. Now I do," Tucker muttered as he got up, rubbing his sore head. "Just…don't do it again."

"Sure thing!" Sam said a little too quickly and giddily.

Danny and Tucker did a double take. They exchanged uneasy looks, turning back to her. She smiled nervously and rubbed the arm that had been deprived of its sleeve.

"Sam." Danny placed a hand on her shoulder. Involuntarily, she flinched, and he frowned at the action. He put his hand on her shoulder again, but she didn't flinch this time, prepared for his touch and arousing some suspicions. "Are you okay? You haven't been…you lately."

"I'm…fine." She brushed his hand off her shoulder and opened her locker again. She wasn't met with a leering, psychotic face and inwardly sighed with relief, but still trembling. "I just haven't been able to get much sleep lately."

"Want to talk about it?" Tucker asked.

"There's nothing to talk about." Sam slammed her locker shut again, a note of finality with the conversation.


"I think it's nightmares," Tucker commented as he and Danny progressed through the lunch line. "Sam's not talking about it and she's clearly disturbed by it. Just wait. She's gonna blow, just like a bomb. I guarantee."

"I don't know," Danny said. "I…this is probably going to sound stupid but…"

"What?" Tucker asked.

"Don't tell Sam this." He looked around, as if to make sure no one was watching or listening. "I think it's more then dreams. I think she might have been raped…or is getting raped."

"Danny!" he shrieked. "What the fuck is your problem?"

Danny clamped a hand over his mouth. "Would you shut up for one minute?" He glared at the onlookers who quickly turned away. He turned back to Tucker. "I'm serious. I don't know if it's dreaming or real, though, but it's like she's acting like she's been…violated." Tucker had an expression that could be clearly read as "eewww". "Have you seen how she's been acting? She's not getting any sleep, she flinches if you try to touch her, and she had a complete and total freak out today in the hallway."

"She saw floral."

"She doesn't overact like you do to things as trivial as that!"

They became silent as they held up their trays. A thing…food…no, it was definitely a thing, was dropped onto their plates. It was supposed to be macaroni and cheese, but Danny and Tucker weren't sure if black spots were normal. They shuddered and grabbed some chips and pop, knowing that was all they'd be having for lunch today. But, Tucker was dumb enough to sniff the "macaroni and cheese" and his reward was turning several shades of green.

"I don't think this is food," Tucker said as he and Danny sat down. Sam had taken the smart way out and had opted for a salad. "Why isn't there any meat today?"

She was sitting at the edge of the seat, not in the middle. Danny sat next to her, Tucker next to him. She chewed slowly, staring off into space. Both boys turned their heads and then leaned forward, as to get a look at her facial expression. When they sat back, they looked at each other, suspicious of Sam's actions.

"Poke her," Tucker whispered.

"No!"

Tucker poked Sam. She flinched slightly, and then Tucker was presented with a fistful of macaroni and cheese as she absentmindedly scooped some off his tray. He feel back, gagging, desperately trying to relieve himself of the putrid mess. Danny looked down at the unfortunate boy and then back at Sam. Trying to push his fears away, he waved a hand in her face. She snapped back to reality.

"What?" she asked harshly, then recognizing the tone of her voice. She cast an apologetic look. "Sorry. It's been…it's been a pretty rough day."

"Sam," Danny said, "I'm in all your classes. It wasn't bad at all."

"Actually," Tucker butted in, "they were surprisingly easy. We haven't had any homework today. This should be marked as a holiday or something!"

"Shut it, Tucker," Danny commanded and shoved the unfortunate techno geek back onto the floor. He looked back to Sam, determined to get an answer from her. "Now, tell me what's wrong."

"You try that with me again and I swear I'll break your fucking legs."

He leaned back a little at this sudden change in ferocity, but then counterattacked, angry at her uncharacteristic response. "My legs? My fucking legs?" Her eyes widened at the implications of what she had just said, that it might have hurt his feelings. "Maybe you need to get a new attitude, a fucking new attitude instead of being so bitchy when your friends are concerned about you!"

She hung her head, eyes teary. "Danny…I'm sorry. I'm…I'm gonna go and get my act together." She stood up and his face softened. "I'll see you guys next period."

She went to walk away. "Sam!" She turned around. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

She shook her head, "Don't be," and walked away.

"Sam…" Danny whispered. She was gone and the fight had left a sour taste in his mouth.

"Is she gone?" Tucker asked. He took the opportunity to stand up. "Man, she is one crazy—"

He was cut off as the cold, blue vapor leaked from Danny's mouth. Seconds later, one of the large windows burst into thousands of pieces. Several students, who were unlucky enough to be close to it, were thrown into the air, shards of glass piercing their skin, and the screamed in agony before finally hitting the floor below them.

"Fuck. Cover for me," Danny said. Tucker did. "I'm going ghost!"


She was bent over the toilet, retching violently. She didn't know why, but she had felt so queasy all of a sudden, so much that she had barely been able to make it to the bathroom stall. Her vision had swum before her eyes and she felt alarmingly faint. However, strangely enough, her nausea passed quickly and her vision returned to normalcy, almost as if the sickness had never been.

She sighed and flushed the toilet, looking away from the mess of what her stomach was, trying to fight down another wave of nausea as it came at her again, but then subsided. Her back against the stall door, she slid to the floor, the cold tile making her involuntarily jump. Then, prepared, she sat back down and withstood the chill the floor produced. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then heard a voice.

"Ssssaaaaaammm." At first, she thought it was Danny, but then she knew she was wrong. Danny didn't have that huskiness, that obsession, that sadistic glee in his voice. He didn't sound so…dark. She knew what it was, but maybe it had been a part of her imagination. Maybe the nightmares were just harassing her, just like those bruises around her neck, just like that soreness she felt in her abdomen some mornings, just like that feeling she was so dirty, that she had actually been violated, as if the scent of him was all over her. "Ssssaaaaaammm." The second time she heard it, she knew she wasn't imagining.

Her hand fumbled with the lock and when it came undone, she tumbled out of the bathroom stall and the rest of her body hit the floor. Her head came up and she looked around, but no one was there, not even a ghostly image of her nightmares.


He had never seen a ghost like this before. It was a hulking creature, even when slouched, stood as big as ten feet. A large tail swished from side to side, smashing anything it came into contact with into rubble. It had scaly skin, dripping with ectoplasm excretion. It had a lizard like head, with two dilated pupils that were red slits, glowing the green ghostly energy.

"Nashkimfla gwaar kineupf!" it howled before sending out an abnormally clawed hand towards a table. "Kineupf!"

Danny Phantom flew for the creature and sent out an ectoplasm beam, which bounced harmlessly across the lizard's scales. However, it did notice the shot and its hand stopped halfway before hitting the table. It turned to him, and then screamed, something that sounded the cross between a T-Rex and a pig. Everyone was forced to cover their ears.

"Make it stop!" Tucker scratched at his ears, until the scratches started to produce blood, the red liquid running down the side of his face. And still, he scratched mindlessly, and it turned out everyone was beginning to do the same actions, blood falling everywhere, ruby droplets glittering in the lunch room.

Danny Phantom fell to the floor, helpless, and looked up to see that the creature's screams were starting to crack the large glass windows. He felt desperation and helplessness well up inside him as he was forced to a withering state, unable to do anything at all. And then…he felt a strange sensation in his body. He felt sleepy and then part of him flew out of his body, a strange, spiritual sensation, and the sound of the creatures roar was no longer affecting him.

He looked behind him and saw himself asleep on the ground, Tucker holding him, apparently confused. There was no time to think. He turned intangible and entered the creature, knowing there was only one way to stop it.


Was she going insane, truly insane? The only reason she never tried to react when she saw a boy, mainly Danny, or something that reminded her of her dreams, was the fact that she didn't have any hard evidence, except for the bruises on her neck. Even then, she couldn't be truly sure who they belonged to. For all she knew, she could have done it herself, but then again…

She walked over to the mirror and peeled the turtleneck down, so as to see the bruises more clearly. They were larger then her own fingers, and obviously male. She fought a primal urge to smash the mirror into a million little pieces, just smash it so it would quit glaring at her, and smash it so she could feel superior, so she could feel pain as the glass would bite into her fist, the jagged edges tearing into her skin, producing the warm, red life-giving liquid.

She let out a shaky breath and braced herself against the sink. How could she have thought of such a horrible thing? She wasn't like that. She wasn't a self-destructive person, was she? She shook her head. Of course she wasn't.

"Pain makes you feel like you're alive," he whispered into her ear. "I haven't felt alive in so long. Give me some pain, Sam. Hit me, let me fuck you, let's do something to feel alive."

A sob escaped her as his moist lips touched her ear. She shuddered as his hand slipped under her shirt, fingers lightly dancing along her belly, Goosebumps rising on her flesh. He made her moan when his warm, hard body pressed up against the back of hers, involuntarily making her arch. He turned her around and she was staring into his beautiful, crazily obsessed green eyes.

"It's been awhile since I've fucked you," he said. He shoved her onto the sink. She hadn't paid attention, but he wasn't in that tacky jumpsuit. Oh no, he was wearing black leather pants and a tight, black shirt with green dragons scrawling across it. It was so hot, so sexy, and at the same time scaring the hell out of her. His lips found her throat. "Just like lilacs," he moaned. His tongue dragged across her skin and she was stuck between pleasure and disgust. It was such a strange feeling that she couldn't think very well, or move for that matter. He gently bit her bottom lip, his breath ragged. "Oh God I want you to scream."

The breath she had been holding did just that, ripping from her throat, hoarse and loud. He giggled excitedly.

His hands slid up along the inside of her thighs and she squirmed, but for all her will, she couldn't stop him. For all her disgust, she couldn't stop his hands roaming around on her body…and he knew it.

"The object of my affection is the object of my obsession."


End Chapter


Author's Notes: I've been so busy lately that I just haven't had any TIME. I've finally learned that time is a valuable thing indeed, so I'm sorry if it's going to be slow, but keep those reviews coming anyways! They're what keep me going at two in the morning. Thanks so much!

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-Sealeena