Update: 2/13/2020:

Sorry for long wait, read note at the bottom!

Edit: Fixed some formatting when the transfer to FN happened.

Chapter 4: New Home

"Alright children so as we arrive at my estate I do have some minor ground rules. There are plenty of expensive items in the foyer."

"Foy yay?" Danny asked with a look of confusion as Jasmine snickered next to him

"The front hall in the house Little Badger" Vlad smiled as he sat up straight in his seat

"We just say hall." Danny said as he wrinkled his nose at the strange statement

"Well Badger my estate has many halls. Each location has a name. It makes it easier to distinguish which location you are talking about."

"Ah."

"As I was explaining the foyer has many antiques, heirlooms, and memorabilia. To avoid issues I request you don't go about playing in the foyer and instead play in a few designated locations. I have a theater, bowling alley, pool, game room, Ball room, Library and there are of course the grounds. Daniel because you are currently limited on activities I've called ahead to have a few electronic game stations set up in the sitting room off of the Library and we will have a movie night later today. I was thinking Interstellar Combat 1 and we can work our way up to the most recent trilogy." Vlad smiled as he looked out the window.

"Is that the one with the space monks and their light up nunchucks."

"I still don't understand the mechanics of the superheated laser nunchucks and how they don't cut off an arm or leg or their own head." Jasmine piped in.

"I know how they work. They are nunchucks. In space." Danny said with a grin.

"A sword or saber is much more practical."

"You just don't understand how to use the Presence." Danny replied with a bit of awe in his voice.

"Ah it appears we are almost there now."

"Oh great, my legs are so tired I could use a stretch." Jasmine smiled as she tried to stretch out a bit in the limo

"Yea 5 hours is a long drive and we haven't stopped since 2 hours ago for lunch." Danny said as he attempted to scratch at his chest only to have a cane rest on his wrist making him put his hand down.

Jasmine put her book down to her side and gasped in awe as they started to pull into a large estate. The grounds were large and green. There were finally hedged topiaries in various shapes and a large garden in a rainbow of colors. The grounds looked very inviting. Jazz turned her head to the building and couldn't stop her eyes from almost bulging out of her head.

"Uncle Vlad that is not a Mansion that is a small castle." She stated as she looked at the opulent marble castle with various spires that seemed to be topped with golden shingles with green velvetine flags and banners swaying in the wind.

"Ah I guess you could say that the building itself used to belong to a Wisconsin royal. He was famous for his ruling over several large dairy farms and the creation of several companies that used the products from his farm to make food and treats. In this area he is fondly referred to as the Dairy King but his name was William Henry Lactin XII." Vlad said with a grin

"Your joking that can't be real." Jasmine folded her arms as she turned to him

"Ah now why would I lie to you my dear."

"It seems like a tall tale you made up." she said as she made a show of pulling out her phone to look up whether or not he was lying.

"I haven't lied to you yet my dear but points for looking up the information on your own and not just taking my word for it." he smiled as the limo pulled to a stop in front of the building.

"Well Children welcome to the Masters estate and your home for the next few days as I get all of my affairs in order." Vlad said grandly as he helped the two out of the limo and onto the grounds. Danny's oxygen tank took a moment to get out of the limo with him and Vlad kept a steadying hand on the boy.

"Crap on a cracker you weren't lying!" Jazz shouted in surprise looking at her phone reading over the history of the castle they were to call home.

"Told you my dear girl now if you could get the door while I assist your brother." Vlad smiled as he grabbed the tank and kept a hand on Danny's back as he took his time climbing the stairs. Danny felt fairly strong today and really liked how Vlad let him go at his own pace. Danny currently wore his trademark white shirt with a light blue jacket over it hiding his arms but his hands had bright pink branching scars and were freckled with raised spots along his palm and fingers. Lichtenberg scars and plastic burns are what the doctor called them Jazz compared them to the galaxy with a lighting storm. Honestly that thought made him feel a lot better about the scars all over his body. The pink branches even creeped up the side of his face they were pretty cool to look at. The plastic burn scars on the other hand he could do without but the doctor said they were healing a lot farther than expected so maybe those would eventually become less noticeable. His least favorite scars were the gouge like scars from where his skin almost slipped off his burnt muscle. Jazz cried the most when she saw the one on his shoulder that's why he did his best to keep it hidden. That one still made him feel static-like tingles to his finger-tips.

"That's it Little Badger you made it." Vlad said proudly as Danny made it to the landing. He was surprised he barely noticed that he climbed up all of the stairs.

"Um Uncle Vlad there an angry lady staring at me." Jasmine said as Vlad and Danny made it into the house.

In the Foyer was a tall woman with her dark brown hair pinned back in a sensible bun. Her eyes were a sharp amber and she wore a sensible rose colored shirt with a dark brown skirt and black shoes.

"Ms. Williams what a surprise."

"Mr. Masters.I see you finally returned." she said with pursed lips

"I was not expecting you." Vlad stated ignoring the look

"Well sir when one goes missing for a few weeks one can expect others to go searching for them." Ms. Williams stated as she stepped off to a table to gather several papers.

"I did state I would be in Colorado attending a trial."

"You said you would be there a few days not a few weeks."

"Very well I cead to that point." Vlad snorted "Children I would like you to meet my secretary Ms. Williams. She has worked for me for several years and handles most of my meetings and affairs. Ms. Williams these are my new wards Daniel and Jasmine Fenton."

"Fenton? Like that bu.."

"Yes they are the children of Jack Fenton."

"Have you resorted to kidnapping?"

"No I haven't acquired these two due to some unsavory means. I am their court appointed guardian." Vlad explained.

"Oh? And whose bright idea was it to sign those papers? I would know if those had crossed my desk, your signature is rather annoying to forge."

Jasmine could practically feel the smugness radiate from Vlad, "Why Jack of course." Williams froze for a second before continuing to collect papers, "Right… Well moving right along ignoring your new little hell spawns. I need to give you all these memos I wrote in your name for your companies, if you had come home any later I might as wrote up the retirement form giving all your stocks to myself. Lord knows I deserve it for all the work I do on your behalf."

"Oh well we can't have that how about I give you a sweeter offer?"

"Oh and what offer can you give me that is sweeter than your own company?"

"Why a job that's not much of a job at all with more benefits and less work and you could live here under this very roof."

"You are speaking in tongues ."

"No no love I'm offering you the deal of a lifetime. All you need to do is say yes."

"Mr. Masters are you possessed there is always a catch with the devil."

"I'm in need of a Nanny."

"No."

"Oh Come now love I don't know the first thing about children."

"You seem to be just fine already."

"Oh but you did so well the first time you were a Nanny. It is just the same thing with less strings attached and no Conjugals like with the Proctors."

"That was a lie! Nothing of the like ever happened!"

"Oh Abby. Yet you were so willing to kick up a fuss and let others hang for a bit of gossip."

"You best stop burning bridges Mr. Masters or I'll burn you."

"Abigail, Darling, Dove please I need you."

"You don't need me, you want me. Even if and I mean if I agreed to assist you in your newest venture into parenthood I see far too many downsides to agree. The pay is far too low for my tastes and these two don't look to need extra care." The two adults turned to look at Daniel and Jasmine only to see Jazz trying to help her brother who looked to have gotten his tubes tangled up.

"Fine I'll give you a Black card and the only extra care they need is supervision while I work on my other duties they do not need you to mother hen them just keep them in line while I do my job."

"O.k the pot has been sweetened what else do you have."

"You get a vehicle of choice as long as the children are allowed inside it and when you go on outings during the work week the children may go with you."

"Hmmm I think I can live with that I keep my normal hours and schedule correct."

"Always. Do we have an accord?"

"Certainly sir."

"Perfect if you can keep an eye on the children while I start to set my affairs in order."

"Oh I would sir but there is just one small little detail you failed to remAmber."

"And what is that."

"I… don't work on Sundays." Ms. Williams smiled as she stepped aside and headed for the door.

"Ms. Williams please! You are already here."

"Only to corner you to get some work done. I have never worked a Sunday in my life and I am not about to now. All unfinished work is on the desk in your study and just so you know… the Cheese head is especially…Active today. Good Day I will see you on the morrow." Abigail Williams stepped away and exited the building nodding her head to the two children.

"Well that went... splendidly ." Vlad grit his teeth before turning to the children. "Who wants some Ice Cream. We have some things to discuss."

"Things? What was that about?" Danny asked his brow furrowed

"I am a multi billionaire made man and I hold several companies that continue to make me billions a year. I have several stacks of paperwork to go through daily and I do my best to make sure I have all my work in but it can be tiring to do on my own that is why I have Ms. Williams in my employ. However the only day she wants off till the end of time is Sundays."

"Sundays."

"You can say she grew up very religious." Vlad said leading the children into a separate room.

Interlude: New Notes

"You gotta be kidding me?!"... A feminine voice whined as she reached her destination...or what would have been her destination...if it was still there.

Amber Mclain, the ghostly rock princess was all too eager to get back to the human world and begin her take over of the best music on earth living and dead... Rock and Roll. Her goal was to get all those mortals to scream her name and maybe beat up the dipstick that got her killed in the first place.

She was really looking forward to that opportunity.

It's been a… long time and she, like many others ghosts, yearned for things to be normal, and she, herself, was really itching to have some action as well as the chance to Rock Out in front of a big crowd once more.

She wanted nothing more than to hear them cheer her name as they listened to her music and savor the worship as they chanted her name over and over. She had packed her guitar and everything she needed to venture into the human world.

However when she arrived, she discovered that the portal she heard of wasn't there, for a second she almost thought she made a wrong turn but soon realized that wasn't the case.

"Where the heck is that portal?…."Amber wondered as she searched the entire area for her ticket into the human world but still nothing came up.

Was she lied to?

Turning around she noticed Box Ghost floating nearby and she weighed her options. The Box Ghost might have been the biggest chump in the entire Ghost Zone and normally she wouldn't bother talking to him, but out of all the ghosts she knew, he was the one least likely to lie to her.

Sighing and shaking her head, the azure haired diva decided to talk to him.

"Hey! Box Ghost, over here!" Amber shouted and get his attention.

Soon the overall wearing ghost floated to the irritated musician.

"What'cha need Bearcat?" he asked with a raised brow

"Bear….you do get I'm a chick right?"

"Its cause of ya hair dollface it's on fiya." The ghost said.

"Ugh Whatever gramps. Have you seen the portal? I'm looking to make a quick getaway into the living world."

"Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. What's in it for me? I ain't a stool pigeon."

"Oh come on man please! I ain't going to get the Man on your case."

"Look dollface as you can see the portal dried up." Box ghost looked around and signalled all around him.

Amber's hair started to die out a bit with her disappointment as she watched Box Ghost grab a fairly large box and start to float away with it. Her attention was grabbed by the box for a moment and curiosity overtook her.

"So… what's in the box." she asked the retreating ghost.

"Ah beat it kid I don't have time for your hooey. I need to see a man about a dog." The Box Ghost replied continuing to float away. Amber not wanting to be brushed off followed after him.

"A dog?"

"Giggle-water, bootleg, booze." The box ghost replied starting to grit his teeth.

"You're going to get drunk… Can I come with?" Ember cheered at the thought.

"Jiminy Bunny! Look I ain't got time for your Bushwa. Make legs doll, and scram."

"Oh come on please I have nowhere else to go!"

"Fine! You can come but on the condition you keep your trap shut!"

"My lips are sealed."

"Good or you're gonna find out why I didn't phase out years ago. After I drop this off at the warehouse we'll go get some of that giggle-water."

They continued floating through the zone in silence for a few moments before Amber clicked her tongue in annoyance.

Quiet was never her strong suit.

After a few minutes of floating towards an unfamiliar part of the Zone Amber started to hum some music. "Quiet Bearcat or I'll take back that offer of booze." Amber groaned, "At least tell me what's important about the box."

The box ghost growled, "You wanna know what's in the box so much?"

Amber grit her teeth, "Yeah Grandpa What's in that box that's got you so defensive over it."

The box ghost glared harshly at Amber, almost making her want to take a step back before he smiled all tension gone from his body, "Oh, why didn't you say so here." his dark look returned, "Have a look!"

With the sound of cardboard opening and a muffled scream Amber disappeared from the ghost zone.

The Box ghost took a moment to look at the portal to the human world and quickly closed the Box around it once more, "Shela won't cause too much trouble, but better hide this before someone like Skulker see's it."

Amber picked herself off the ground rubbing her head where The Box ghost struck her and took a look around, she seemed to be in a science class of some kind, with the lab equipment all over the place. "Jinkies! Freak-me-out why don't you…"

She glanced around for a few moments taking in the room with the light of the soft green glow behind her.

"Wait…" she tapped her feet against the ground.

The Ground.

"Damn it Jim!" THAT OLD MAN HAD THE PORTAL IN A BOX!

Anger overwhelmed her for a moment before realization came over her.

Shes finally back. Ambers Back baby!

Amber looked around the lab till she found some stairs leading up "So I landed in some goon's basement." She muttered as she looked around the next floor. She appeared to be in some families house family of four by the looks of it.

"How domestic." she muttered as she found herself in the girls room. Poking around the room she shrugged as she tried to plot out what to do next. She couldn't just hang out here until the breathers showed up she needed a plan on how to take over.

Finding a small rectangle shape with a fruit on the back she started to press the buttons "Some kind of beeper?" she muttered when she started to hear music come out of it.

"Radical!" she cheered as she started to get the hang of how to work it. "Ugh what kind of Jam is this. Where's the beats?" Amber clicked through it getting steadily more annoyed with the music coming out of the device. "Ugh girl needs some real tunes. I'm going to find a real hang out."

Amber phased through the window and started to fly across town looking for her favorite hangout when she was alive. Disc Beats, the record store or the Teens Club. Times couldn't have changed that much.

Obviously times have changed a lot. A quick fly through town didn't show any record stores or any place to buy music. There was an instrument store but it was half dead.

"What kind of bogus shit is this!" Amber growled from her perch on a roof. She flew around this town for hours and had nothing to show for it.

"Maybe I should blow this joint and go to another town. Maybe fly to Rock City USA." She muttered thinking of flying off to Detrait to play some music. She was ready to fly off again when she noticed a bunch of vans parked in front of what looked to be a closed off store. Several people hopped out of the van and started unpacking instruments.

"Roadies!" Amber turned invisible and floated over to the roof of the building and leaned over the edge to get a closer look.

"Oy Lance we good for Mic night?" One of them yelled into a building

"We're Not Dead Yet." a voice called back almost smugly.

"Damn it Lance one of these days We are gonna get a response out of you that is not a book title or quote." the roadie called back slightly annoyed.

"Where would the fun be in that boys?"

A large balding man stepped out of the building and held the door open for the Roadies and several other groups. Folks of varying ages came in with instruments asking about the open mic night which peaked Ambers interest enough to fly down from the roof and come inside.

She took a moment to calm herself, her flaming hair settling behind her in a more natural look. When she was satisfied she floated down into the building.

The inside of the building looked vaguely like an old record store; a club and a book lovers wet dream. The walls were lined with bookshelves full of books and records in display cases, comfy seating arrangements, and a large open room for dancing in front of a stage.

After making sure no one was looking in her general direction she faded herself into reality breathing in the air. The scent of burnt coffee and old books filled the air.

"New here?" A voice said next to her making her jump. Turning to look she saw the large plump man from earlier.

"Oh. Uh. Yeah." The size of the man up close was a bit surprising, how did he manage to sneak up on her anyway...

"Well then let me be the first to welcome to my club. Burned Notes: Books and Records open every weekend including Fridays. Open Mic night is the first Friday of every month. Dedicated to the musicians of 70's, 80's, 90's and now. Those who made it and those who didn't fully get off the ground." The man smiled presenting his hand forward. "Seeing as I don't recognize you from Casper High you must have just moved here. The name is Lance Lancer."

"Amber."

Wait. Lance Lancer?

What kinda name is that.

Must be a stage name.

That must be what he ment.

"I mean. Ember. Ember Mclaine."

"Ah stage name already that's great... Well then Ember if you go to the side stage there you can rack your Fender on stage till you get your turn to use it." Lance said pointing her to the stage and a long rack filled with various musical instruments. "If you hurry you have time to sign up for the open mic."

Amber nodded, seeing no reason not to humor the man and walked towards the rack. The patrons of the club gave her a few compliments on her attire and Rockin' Effects. She internally grinned at her ghostly hair, releasing a few sparks with her growing feeling of confidence.

When she finally set down her Fender an older man with a clipboard asked her, "Aight kid what you gonna play?"

Rather rudely in her opinion.

"What do you mean?"

Doesn't everyone play their own music?

"Well you can do a cover of some of the oldies. Kiss, Blondie, Journey, ACDC." The man gradually grew more annoying as some of the names seemed to fly over the divas head.

"I wanted to play one of my own. If that's not going to be a problem." The now named Ember insisted, frustration bubbling in her.

"Pop, Rock, R&B? Please say it's not rap." Whats rap?

"No. It's a ballad."

The old man blinked before writing it down, "Oh this should be interesting. I'm going to place you between two of my band groups, just wait for your name to be called." Ember nodded before taking a seat.

Time flew by for her as she took in the sounds of people practicing a few cords and humming tunes when a couple taps on a mic got her attention.

"Folks I'd like to welcome everyone to our monthly open mic night. We have had a few groups you are familiar with come back to us." He pointed off to the side of a few older men in dark costumes," 'Amityville Horror' back from their United States Tour!" The metal band gave a short wave to a few people who clapped.

Not a stranger to some blank stares he continued, "They offer their words of encouragement to everyone here that it is possible to make it... So how do you all like the new Renovations. Lot's of comfortable seating and plenty of space for you all to come back every weekend for a cup of joe and a relaxing space." He made a few gestures around while the crowd nodded and a few moments passed with a few soft claps, "Suzy is finally back from maternity so you don't have to suffer from my bad coffee any more." The entire club lets out a roar of cheering

"It wasn't that bad." Lancer playfully chuckled.

"You sent Ronan to the john because you gave him a full cup of cuban!"

"Yea actually it was that bad. Thank you Suzy for coming back!" Lancer admitted a bit embarrassed and everyone turned to see a tough looking woman behind the bar wave. "Hey if I can get away from the kids I'm happy!"

"By the same token lets keep Gordon in our prayers he will be with the twins Axl and Rose so we can have our lovely coffee Goddess."

During this whole speech Ember groaned in boredom and gradually looked around the place hoping for something to take away from the old men around her.

Who knew rockers could be so boring...

It was at this point Ember caught a wall in the far corner of the room that was filled with photos and a few dull candles near them. She snuck out of her chair and soundlessly walked up to examine it. She instantly recognized a bunch of teens and young adults rocking out on stages and newspaper clippings of various headlines.

Overdose.

Car crash. "Ah I See you found our 'remembered' wall." Ember jumped her train of thought disappearing and looked to her right in surprise the Coffee lady had snuck up on her.

What's with her awareness today?

"Remembered?"

"All those wannabe rock stars who tried and just never made it to the spotlight or bit the dust before their big break…"

She looked fondly at some of the younger looking kids on the wall, seeming to ignore the darker headlines more out of the way.

"Who… uh puts the pictures up?"

"Family, friends, old flames. Our illustrious judge was here once put up a picture of a girlfriend he had once. Said he never met anyone quite like her who loved to rock out as much as she did." she pointed off to an empty space, "She died in an unfortunate accident back in the 70's that's actually how a lot of these kids bit it back then. Some ass hat went around lighting houses on fire when the family was asleep inside." the woman said as she pointed to a few of the groups and started telling Amber about the different people and bands that she knew of.

After receiving the tour of the wall the Coffee lady led her to the bar to sit down and poured themselves some soda.

Ambers eyes were drawn to a large T.V she had never seen one so big. It was just shy of a Movie Theater screen or a Jumbotron.

On it she could see some news highlights of a court case some poor kid was almost killed by his own parents.

That was just sad.

-Inside the CourtRoom-

Judge Baxter looked around the room and thanked a elderly couple as he dismissed them from the stand, "We just heard from the neighbors who while great character witnesses for the prosecution... I am quite flummoxed as to how you felt the neighbors were good witnesses for the defense."

The judge looked in concern to the defense who was glaring at the couple to the left. "Honorable judge I can honestly say I am quite as perplexed as you these statements are just as new to me as they are for you." The blue suited attorney contemplated if she should even call her next witness based on the fact that he was suggested by the large defendant.

"Do you have any other witnesses that would not be quite as damning…" Baxter honestly felt bad for the defense attorney and was willing to give her a bit of leeway.

"Call V-MAN my college buddy!"

But that sympathy did not extend to the defendant.

"Order! Defense your next witness. Prosecution do you have anything you would like to add?"

"Honestly judge I feel the defense should be their own prosecution... they are doing my job for me."

The poor defense lawyer had her face in her hands as she waved Vlad Masters up to the stand. "Do you swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you god."

"Always."

"Please state your name and occupation for the record."

"Vlad Masters, CEO and Founder of Dalv Corp, Billionaire, Philanthropist, Most Eligible Bachelor for the 10th year running." Vlad wiggled his brow over to Maddie.

"Yes of course. I assume you know the defendants Mr. Masters. You are the supposed 'best friend' of one Jack Fenton are you not?"

"At one time we may have been considered friends but it's been many years."

The defense attorneys eyebrow started to twitch, and she coughed almost regretting having to ask her next question. "Oh would you like to elaborate on that?"

"Well it was back in the the late 70's when we were all in college that my best friends and I were all working on the same project when Jack sabotaged my thesis, attempted to murder me, and then wrote his own thesis with my work and graduated with honors and prestige and left me with millions in medical bills and never once came to see me in the hospital…" all sound in the courtroom stopped with that statement, even if it was barely a whisper they all heard him continue, "Or Maddie. Honestly for supposed best friends I haven't seen or heard from either until the defense called me in as a 'Character' witness for this trial."

The defense after a moment jumped on that statement, "So you admit to not knowing Jack and Maddie Fenton. Your honor I mov-"

"Oh no I do know them I just find Jack to be boorish asinine human being that should be medically castrated for the betterment of the human race."

The courtroom was silent again for a few moments.

"And Madeline?" The judge ventured seeing as Vlad made it a point to only insult the father. Vlad in response pinched the bridge of his nose.

"She is extremely bright and intelligent however her priorities have been vastly skewed and she latches on to others for confirmation and positive social interaction. Her only problem is she has latched onto a parasite rather than a more…beneficial member of society." Vlad chose this moment to adjust his tie, driving the point to even a casual viewer he was talking about himself.

The defense attorney had enough, and approached the judge. "Your honor. A word in your chambers."

The prosecution followed after and the camera blinked back to the reporter who appeared to be in front of a local burger establishment. Teens jumping and waving in the back.

"Shocking news in the courtroom, I'm here in front of the Local teen hotspot where I have spoken with some of the peers of Daniel and Jasmine Fenton. Here is what they had to say."

The reporter stood still for a moment before the pre-recorded interviews.

Dash Baxter, son of Judge Baxter:

"I'm Dash Baxter Quarterback for the Amityville Ravens. Best team 2 years running! What What!" Dash flexed to the camera.

"Charming, so what do you think about what's going on with the court case." Dash went from showboating to having an odd look on his face.

"Well my dad is the judge and to be honest I didn't know any of this was going on. Fent...Danny he was odd and had odd friends but I didn't think he was being abused. I know Jazz more than Danny cause she tutors me in math but she seemed so… normal?"

"Like yea! Who would have thought their parents were the bad kind of crazy!" A cheerleader said pushing her way into the shot, she straightened her hair real fast as she smiled.

"Star Gaia Earthchild like, I'm Co Captain for the Amityville High Cheerleaders. Jasmine Fenton is so popular and pretty she could totally be a cheerleader if she wanted and she is so nice everyone loves her." Her eyes glittered like her namesake, "Like it's totally weird that her parents are like... such psychos."

In the background behind Star an african american boy with a beanie could be seen waving then doing the Macarena and then finally pelvic thrusting before a pale girl in black and purple grabbed the teens ear and dragged him away.

-Ember-

Moving her eyes away from the screen Ember could hear the different bands setting up and heard the beginning of Queen. Getting excited she turned around only to get sorely disappointed. The Roadies she saw earlier were on stage performing their own rendition and while it sounded good it wasn't all powerful.

"Thoughts kid?" she turned to the coffee lady again and shrugged.

"Good but not great. I mean the song is there and the talent but there's no heart in it." Amber said as she watched the band get off the stage and another hop on.

The coffee lady raised an eyebrow, before shrugging. Music was more interesting than tv drama anyway.

This went on for a few minutes some other adults listening in to her commentary with the Coffee Lady who would make a gesture every now and again to some other adults at a table.

Amber was about ready to rip off her ears when she heard her name get called up to the stage and she began to feel nervous. It's been so long since she played music to a crowd.

"Hey kid go to the max. You got this." The Coffee Lady said making Amber spark up.

Yea she did have this and she was going to Rock her soul out.

Amber got on stage and took a breath as the light shined on her and she started to strum her guitar before she took her courage and really started to pick up her beat.

After a moment, Ember sang out.

"YEAH OH~~"

It's been so long since she played for anyone other than herself. The feeling of excitement she got from everyone around flowed into her. She closed her eyes and just decided to revel in the music. The more confident she became her hair seemed to spark up and her voice got more and more powerful. She took all the emotions she felt from her mortal life from her last moments and pushed it through her voice and the strings of her guitar.

The patrons that were only half paying attention to the other bands were all captivated by the Sirens song and began to crowd the foot of stage. Then her song reached the climax.

"You will remember my name!~" With the final strum of her guitar Ember looked up and the whole bar was silent everyone was looking at her before there was a roar of applause. Amber was so in shock as she held her face at how many people were cheering for her.

Amber took a deep breath before she bowed and walked off the stage. She got accosted by the nicknamed Coffee Lady and a man in a suit. The two pulled her off to a corner and praised her on her music. "Look at you kid you did fab!"

Amber blushed at the praise.

"Kid you are on fire. You could be a famous kid and I would love to produce your music." The man pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it over.

"Treble Music. Talent scout" Typical music industry name. Nothing weird about that.

Wait is she being scouted now?

"That's right kid how would you like your face up in lights, billboards, posters, movie gigs, talk show calls, your image reflected into an action figure. Kid you got talent! Your talent with my connections! We can bring Rock and Roll back to the top of the music charts again!"

Amber's eyes were alight her hair sparked a few times before everything stopped.

Top of the charts.

To Ember it was as if the world stopped making sense.

Bring Rock and Roll back.

"Wait What?!"

AN:
Fanfiction:

Mark the Mark: Poor Poor Amber. Don't worry rock and roll is still number 1 to me. This chapter is also very late because SOMEONE who shall remain nameless kept saying Tomorrow. And when I actually could get her to sit down only wrote one or two lines. Because SOMEONE wanted to enjoy the holidays. Right… SOMEONE?

Anyway notes about this chapter, incase it was unclear. Amber's power comes from her confidence, not people saying her name. Cause yeah that always bugged me, No one knew her before she started singing so how did she have any power whatsoever? So with that in mind, when she is feeling confident she is powerful and when she isn't she loses her power.

Why is no one freaking out about a ghost singing? Well she is keeping her hair in a ponytail behind her head, and she is controlling it to not burn things, it just looks like dyed blue hair.

Also why did I change Ember and Amber repeatedly in the chapter? Well I thought it would be somewhat clever symbolism, Ember is the rock diva we all know and maybe love. Amber is a nervous little girl who freaking loved rock and roll but tragically died too soon. She is Ember when she is confident. A burning force to be reckoned with, she is Amber when she is shy, bashful, or scared. And what's the full name we are going with? What happened when she died? Eh you'll find out later. By the time I had second thoughts it was already almost done with the chapter and I was too lazy to go back and change it all…. So it stays! :D

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Heidi:

Sorry for the late chapter everyone I have work and like my holidays to be relaxing so I needed a bit of time for vacation. To my loyal fans and comentors lots of love to all of you. Thank you Moonwing, Apple Sd,FangirlTTG2003, and Patchykins for your reviews.