Hellbreaker, yes, yes she does have him, but you never know how some pests benefit others. :)

Cindy M 19, If I was unclear, I am sorry, but yes, she is Jazz. It is the same scene in the series, but with Sam and with different dialogue.

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"What are you doing?"

"Jazz? What are you doing?" The red headed female raised a brow.

"Um, Sam, I asked you first. What are you looking at? There's nothing there!"

"You can't see him?" the Goth inquired before deciding that she needed to head out, her enemy rushing away from her. Taking a step away from the older sister of her best friend she found her wrist clasped.

"You're going nowhere except for class." Narrowing her eyes in unexpected fury at being told what to do she yanked herself free.

"Just because Danny is my friend doesn't mean that you are my sister and can boss me!" Rushing away she left the other female behind. Before Jazz could walk away though she became the only witness as Sam Phantom came crashing down the hall following...nothing. There wasn't anything in front of the ghostly heroine. Shots were fired at random it seemed, hitting the trashcan, blasting down a bulletin-board. Crashing past her the female heroine hit the girl's bathroom. Lancer walked past, his eyes wide at the destruction before turning to Jazz, shaking his head and walking off. Rushing into the bathroom she found it abandoned.

"Where?"

Sam sighed as she sat on the top of her family's house, the wind blowing her dark hair around. She didn't know what to do with this ghost. Her friends couldn't help her with this one since neither of them were allowed in her house with her mother around. Her father was more of a follower so he wasn't a problem, but her mother... Well, that was a loss.

"So, the ghost child is a weakling." Sam looked over to find a parrot...a very dead parrot, but a bird none the less.

"Excuse me?" she questioned.

"You are a weakling. You need your family? You need your family to defeat a child?"

"I don't need anyone!" she spat, her eyes turning to slits as she moved closer to the ghostly creature. "I can do this myself!" Lunging at the bird she hit the tiles. Growling she moved to jump at the ghost, still managing to miss as he phased, causing the halfa to fall thru him. The bird took off.

"You are not getting away!" Sam spat rushing after him before a familiar female voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Samantha Manson! Where are you?!" Looking down Sam found her mother standing on the step of the large mansion. Her hands were on her hips, but even though the halfa couldn't see her face she knew her mother was scowling, her eyes flashing in that way that let all around her know that she was pissed and destruction was imminent. With a sigh she lowered herself to behind the house, detransformed and took a step out of the shadows. "There you are! Did you forget the function we are to attend?!"

"No. I told you I wasn't going." Her mother's eyes narrowed further.

"You don't have a choice if you want to continue enjoying the freedom you have." Sam scoffed. "Samantha Alexandra Manson!"

"Fine." With a change in a mood her mother beamed before walking over, grabbing her only child by the arm and dragging her back into the house.

"Good, I knew you would see it my way!" Sam growled low but followed her mother back into the house.

A few hours later found the Manson family at the charity function being held at Amity Town Hall. Samantha glared at her parents as they walked thru the doors and into the hustle and bustle of the crowded hall. Her mother took her father's arm and issuing a single order brought her family into the crowds, a smile on her pink lips. Glowering as her mother introduced her around, mostly to families that had male teenage boys in them, the lot of them all smiling mannequins as far as she was concerned.

It didn't take long for her mother to forget about her as she got caught up with some of her society friends while her father snuck off to smoke cigars with his male friends. Slipping away and into the darkness she waited, hoping that the event wouldn't last too long, but judging by the items lining the wall she knew it was going to be a looooong day. Sighing she leaned back against the wall, but shot back up as she noticed a familiar skeleton parrot fly over her.

"Are you serious?" she muttered questionably. Looking around she tried to spy the child ghost that usually was with the ghostly parrot. It would be hard to spot him in the crowded room, but at the same time a kid in a pirate outfit shouldn't be that hard to see in a room full of well dressed snobs. It was at that moment that one of the boys she had been introduced to walked over to her, a sickly sweet smile on his face. Groaning inwardly she forced herself to behave, because she knew if she acted out she would never hear the end of it from her mother.

"Hello, Samantha," the teen male, putting his hand out to grab hers. Even though she knew it was customary in her parent's society group for the men to kiss the hands of the women they were introduced to she didn't feel like having another kiss on her already overly kissed hand. Wincing she allowed him to touch her and do just that. "I would love to take you out sometime."

"Um, I have a boyfriend," the annoyed Goth stated. The blond male in front of her smirked now, annoying Sam even further. What did he have to smile for? She had just turned him down.

"Not what your mother said," he stated moving closer. Sam noticed over his shoulder her mother grinning from ear to ear. "In fact she was just telling my mother that we should have a few play dates together. Might be setting our wedding date as we speak." The raven haired beauty was about to say something scathing to him when she saw her prey moving around the food laden table. He was playing with the punch bowl, well, looked more like he was pouring something into the punch. Forcing a smile to her lavender lips she looked at her unwanted companion.

"How about you get us some punch, um," she paused, not having really paid much attention to any of the names of the teens she had been pretty much paraded in front of.

"Bradly," he supplied. "And I would loooove to do that for you." Turning from her he headed into the crowd giving the Goth the chance to slip off into the shadows before reappearing after a flash of blue light.

"Now to grab that brat," she muttered before going invisible. "I wish Danny were here."