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Part One: Dark Eyes
Chapter Three: Dirty Thoughts
"The object of my affection is the object of my obsession," he repeated.
He pulled her close to him, and her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. He had torn some of her clothes off already, namely her undergarments, which were strewn across the floor. She knew that at any moment, someone could walk in on them. She knew this was wrong, was sick, perverse, and while it scared her half to death, she was learning to accept this, and now, it was arousing, making her warm, making her sweat.
There wasn't any way she could stop him, so why should she? She knew it was easier just to go along with it all. She figured that it was probably easier to give up and join in, feel the pleasure, feel like she was alive, instead of fighting it and being scared so badly and have her mind crumble, although she was pretty sure that her mind had been broken just a few minutes ago, a voice repeating again and again in her head: Fuck me, fuck me, just please, fuck me!
He ripped open her shirt, his mouth all over, tongue tracing what felt like devilish designs, the cold air making her press further into him, so as to feel his warmth, because she hated the cold air on her skin and the only way to get rid of it was with him. And then, she could feel a strange, different sort of warmth in her as his fingers pressed up into her. Tears streamed down her face, so many, hot and wet. She let out another sob, a different voice in her head saying: Whore! You're a weak whore! How can you let this happen?
"The object of my affection is the object of my obsession," he panted, urgent. He filled her, so hot, so goddamn hot, the friction of him giving her feelings she had never experienced before. Was this sex or rape? It must have been sex, but why did it feel so humiliating? It didn't matter anymore, because she forgot where she was, only knew that she was with this man who looked so much like her Danny Phantom, only wasn't really him. "You're my object Sam, my obsession. I think of you every waking moment, and even when you're dreaming." He began a rocking motion and her nails dug into his chest as she rode it with him, feeling both the pain and the pleasure, mostly pain, so acutely. She didn't, for some horrible reason, want it to stop, the ecstasy increasing. "Wake and remember the object of my affection is the object of my obsession."
She slowly opened her eyes.
He flew into the creature, just as if he were intangible, as if he were still in himself and could pass through objects like so many times before. It still felt different though, lighter, less noise, less thought, less distractions. He had one goal he was going to achieve, and he had never been as focused as this before.
There.
Power, more power then he could have imagined, filled him, then surrounded him, and then burst from him in one, all dominant blast. The reptilian creature was torn apart from the inside out, blood, guts, ooze, flesh, flying everywhere, hitting everything and everyone. The screaming had stopped but most were too afraid to uncover their ears, although the mindless clawing had ceased.
And then, yet again, he felt tired, and a strange sensation as the spiritual form of himself sped back for his body, sense of sound and time returning to him, power leaving him. The noises, the thought, the distractions, all came back to him, making him feel mortal, the weight of humanity upon his soul. He opened his eyes with a gasp as he entered his body of flesh and Tucker dropped him, surprised.
Everyone, who had been too occupied with the creature's wails, had never seen Danny Phantom enter the young Daniel Fenton, and were thus oblivious. He was thankful for the fact that this strange fight would need no explanation from him or Tucker. In fact, just to be safe, the two stumbled out of the cafeteria before everyone could recover from the attack.
"What was that…that thing?" Tucker asked when they were out of sight of the shattered glass and people. He set his eyes on Danny and another look of surprise crossed his face. "What did you do?"
Danny shook his head, tired. "I don't know, I just don't know."
They passed the girls bathroom and heard a shrill cry of what sounded in between pain and pleasure. However, there was a terror in that cry, and oddly enough, it sounded like Sam's and that was enough to make him want to investigate.
"Fuck it all," Danny murmured as he felt the change sweep over him once more. He looked to Tucker. "Stay here." He became intangible, took a deep breath, and flew into the bathroom. "This is just not my day."
Explosively, air burst from her lungs, as if she had been holding her breath, and fresh air poured out and through her, life itself it seemed. She stared at the toilet before her and frowned at this realization.
Wait a minute.
What happened to the sink she had been sitting on a moment before? Was it all a dream? Was she going crazy like she thought she was? Was she completely out of her mind, unable to handle these nightmares of hers? And yet…she stared down at her clothes and saw that they were torn as they had been in her "dream", and at that comprehension, tears streamed down her face and she was faced with an urge to do something horribly destructive, just to feel like she was alive at the moment.
Her nails started to drag across her milky white skin, leaving vivid red marks that stung, but did not bleed like she was hoping. She went to repeat the same action, so as to see herself pour out of it, determination in the first stroke and-
"Sam? Sam!" Danny Phantom burst through the bathroom stall above her head and she backed up against the stall door, terrified that he might have been the nightmarish half, come back to take her body and soul yet again. She let out a gasp halfway between surprise and horror. He looked down at the sound and when she saw how his eyes didn't hold a crazed obsession, she relaxed, some tension easing out of her. His brow furrowed as he stared at her, and he floated down, worried, so worried about her. His concern was for her and for her only. She was the only thing he was caring about. "What the hell happened here?"
He was obviously referring to her state of dress, and she had a feeling that the expression on her own face wasn't looking the greatest. She began to shake furiously all over, and more tears escaped from her.
She cried.
He pulled her into a comforting hug, surprising for the cramped space that they were in. She cried all the more into him and he never once said a word, only understood that his best friend had just experienced something horrible and didn't need words at the moment, but the warmth and strength of a friendly embrace.
He became content as he held her and as her crying began to lessen. Slowly, the crying stopped altogether, and they stayed silent. He finally was aware of her wonderful scent, at first nothing, and then becoming more powerful. It was a little more feminine then expected, lilies and cherry blossom her perfume, a tangy lemony shampoo in her hair, the sweat coming from her different all it's own that was her essence itself, like the wind, a freshness; and then, he began to smell something else, musky, but oddly familiar. He was confused, though, because this strange new smell reminded him of himself, which was a lightness of his cologne with shampoo and deodorant and his own unique scent that was much like Sam's, much like the wind; yet underlying in the scent so much his own seemed a different personality, one that was harmful and was scaring the hell out of him.
"Who was it?" he asked. She stiffened, but never said a word. He gripped her, frustrated. "Sam…I can smell somebody else on you. Your fucking clothes are in pieces and you look like shit." He winced as he felt her hands clench at the last remark. "I'm sorry but…Sam…what the hell has been happening?" He pulled himself from her and looked her in the eyes. "What is he doing to you?"
"The object of my affection is the object of my obsession." Her expression was blank. She looked as if she had been to hell and back, which was quite possible and he found himself stunned. "I can't run anymore. He'll find me."
"Who'll find you?"
"Him."
He shook her shoulders. "Dammit Sam! Who the fuck is it?"
Her amethyst eyes bore into his emerald orbs. Twilight met the dewy grass, tearful met angered, and a strange calmness met a rising violence from within. In her gaze, deep in his heart, he knew, but his mind could not register the answer. He had to hear it from her swollen lips, the purple lipstick smeared off by God knows what, and feel that shock within him, to know what had caused her pain, what was causing her to lose her sanity.
Her lips moved and he shook his head slightly. He didn't want to hear it, but he had to.
"You."
His senses came to a crashing halt.
"Hey Valerie, how are you?" Tucker smiled into his locker mirror and then frowned. He shook his head. "That's not right." He plastered a smile on his face, cheesier then the last. "Valerie, have I told you you're beautiful?" He shook his head again, grabbing at his hat. "This would be so much easier if I didn't like her."
The bell for seventh period rang. He looked around the hallway, seeing that most students were well on their way to their classes. However, he didn't see Danny and Sam, instantly becoming worried. If they were still in the bathroom, which he was ninety-eight point eight percent sure, it was at three hours now. However, he didn't have time to worry about them anymore. Valerie had come around the corner and her body slammed into his.
Books, an MP3, and other various items went flying. She landed on top of him, receiving no harm from impact, while his body received the brunt of it all, clearly feeling the jolt of his spine on tile. He winced in pain, but held her fast, so as to keep from flipping off of him and having her own head hit the floor. He groaned at his clumsiness from allowing the fall in the first place.
"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed, a sincerity in her voice that made him smile. "Tucker, are you okay?"
Through the weeks, Valerie had gotten much nicer, and thankfully, had stopped going after Danny. He was especially thankful for the last part, because he was sure that any moment Valerie had walked into the same room as Danny, and Sam happened to be around, the sparks of jealousy and anger had flown between the two girls. However, after the nice little incident with Dan Phantom, Danny had started to shy away from Valerie. He still couldn't get over how Valerie's older self had despised him so, despised him so much as to kill him, and that had left Valerie to throw away feelings that were probably hormonally driven, and leave well enough alone.
"I'm fine," he replied, wishing that he had a better haircut so he didn't have to wear his ridiculous red hat. "The question is, are you okay?" Oh, that had been such a smooth line! Foley had just scored another point. There was no way a woman could deny the phrase that had been paired with just enough emotion. If a woman could deny it, they were obviously one of the three: a becoming transvestite, a lesbian, or a bisexual. He wasn't sure if the last one counted, though. Bisexuals still liked men, right? Oh, if only he were a smart freak and not a dull one!
A smile graced her rounded features, so beautifully simple, yet so exquisite. He couldn't help but smile back at her, which only caused her to smile all the wider, her face still gorgeous.
A blush rose to her face as she stumbled off of him. "Well, I guess I better go."
"Valerie! Wait!" She turned back. "I…I was wondering. There's that dance next Saturday. And I was hoping that you'd come to it with me."
He didn't hear anything and could almost hear the impending doom of rejection coming to him, like a large, falling rock. "I'd love to." No! The rock was hitting him, crushing him and he felt like—wait. She said yes? She said yes! "What time are you coming over?"
Foley was so going to score big before Danny ever did!
"Wh-what?" He couldn't believe it. He heard her, read it from her lips, but he still couldn't believe it. "I didn't do this. I couldn't have. Sam…I'd never hurt you. You gotta believe me."
"Of course it's not you," she answered. She had instantly regretted her answer and felt that she needed to take it all back now. Neither Danny nor Tucker should worry about her right now. She didn't want to see that look on him, so worried for her. Instead, she looked at him, the hint of a small, sad smile on her face. She slowly got up, careful enough to make sure that what remained of her clothes covered her. A blush rose to her face and when she looked down, Danny's gaze was averted, the crimson stain tinting his cheeks as well. "It must have been another ghost disguised as you."
"Right."
She turned around, something extremely hard to do in the cramped stall, but she did, and then of course realized her error. Danny could see right up her skirt from this angle. She turned around again, but bumped against the door, causing her to fall into him and thus making him fall into the toilet. In actuality, he would have fallen into the toilet if he hadn't had instincts take over and had them both turn intangible, which became a disaster in itself, because they fell out of the bathroom and into the boiler room below. Luckily, he remembered to make them tangible again, before they fell through the cement and into the earth itself.
He landed heavily on the hard surface, but held Sam close to him, doing anything to keep from hurting her. Soon enough, the sting he had felt earlier subsided, and he was left with such a warm feeling, courtesy of a certain fifteen year old girl. His breath caught in his throat. He was acutely aware of everything. He could feel the curves of her pressed to him, molding perfectly. Her skin felt so soft and lovely, her paleness a striking contrast to his suit. Her tiny heartbeat was pressed up against his own chest. Hips were to hips, thighs to thighs. Her head was buried into the small of his neck.
"Amazing," he whispered into her ear, hot breath just a trickle. Her body tensed at the word and she leapt off of him, holding herself, and he realized his mistake. He blushed yet again and looked away. When he looked back he saw that she was glaring at him, hands still crossed, but he knew that they would be placed on her hips if not for her state of dress. He smiled just a little, happy to have his old Sam back. "It's amazing that I didn't crack my head open, huh?"
She went right along. "I'll say. But, you know Danny," she drawled, "your head's so damn hard that it would take more then several feet of concrete to break it."
His smile faded away, a look of sarcasm. "Not as hard as yours," he shot back. "I could have let you fall, but you weigh so much that you would have probably made a lasting crater."
"Real funny, Inviso Bill. It's nice to know that the minds of sixteen year old boys haven't been taken over by their microscopic, shriveled up dicks!"
"It ain't shriveled! And I can assure you it's anything but small."
"Microscopic."
"Whatever!" He threw his hands up with a sigh, but secretly, he was overjoyed.
Whatever had happened in the bathroom, the feeling of it, was all gone. He didn't have any of the tension, the grief, the confusion in him. He looked at Sam, who was smiling triumphantly at him, and then laughed. Her good smile crept across her face and she laughed as well, both losing themselves in the laughter.
Of course, Sam had to laugh. She had to do something, because if she hadn't done anything at all, she would have been forced to scream, scream until her heart would burst and she would feel no more pain.
Those crazily obsessed green eyes wouldn't leave her be, and she couldn't think of a single thing to do about it.
So, she laughed.
End Chapter
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