Hey everyone! I'm back! Sorry this is so late.. But I had a problem and was trying to try something different with the newest chapters. I also took a lot longer with this one and even created its own name for the chapter. This is what happens when Cassie writes while listening to Celtic Music, also, I added a new character in, don't worry she wont be like Rosa, but I thought since some of the other writers are adding stuff beyond the norm, I would too!

Chapter 9

Till Death Do Us Part

White….

Cotton Candy…

Birds…blood..

BLOOD!

Sam's eyes snapped fully open to see two menacing blood orbs staring into her terrified purple ones. She felt her body inadvertently spasm against his hold on her and a cry escaped her dry, cracked lips. His hold on her was firm, though. That's when she realized she was outside, staring into the sky. They were suspended several thousand feet in the air. She swallowed hard as she stared back into those eyes she dreaded. They once belonged to her best friend in the world, and tears clouded her vision as she remembered the old Danny. The one she wished those eyes belonged to now. Flashbacks came into her memory; Tucker, her and Danny laughing as Dash got dumped by his girlfriend, Danny holding out his hand to Sam after Dash pushed her down, skinning her knee.

The blue eyes she wished would return to her friend. Instead an insane teenage boy, under the control of a dangerous and evil man, was holding her. She could hardly come up with the right name to really describe Vlad. He wasn't just evil….he was..more…he ripped this boy from everyone he loved, everything he cared about, and made him kill. Danny's innocence was forever lost. His blood lust began at that instant he killed his father, now there was no turning back. Still she wished there was a way. Her eyes opened to meet his concerned stare. This surprised her, as her tears rolled down her cheek rapidly. She briefly wondered if he was…no…no it couldn't be…he couldn't…her hopes faded as his eyes became hard as he stared into her eyes. She lied her head back down and cried as he carried her to the castle.

Daniel Master's mind was reeling with countless thoughts and memories as he flew with his beauty to Vlad's castle. Maybe father could somehow bring her to the dark side, like he did with himself? Her sleeping form was enough to ease all his worries. Soon her eyes began to slowly open. She at first seemed dazed and only looked around his head, until her half open eyes locked with his. The second they did her eyes widened in absolute terror. Her body gave a jerk and Danny internally cursed her for being so stupid. Did she want him to drop her? He thought angrily as he held her tighter and kept himself flying.

Their eye's locked again and he could see the once hateful eyes turn to sadness, her purple orbs became covered in water and her eyes closed tightly, as if remembering something. Tears drifted down her face, and Danny resisted the urge to wipe them away. His own thoughts traveled to worry as he saw her this helpless, this broken. He felt a part of him say this was wrong.

"You have to let her go." The voice said.

"No! She is mine!"

"Let her go! You can't have her no matter what! Vlad wont let you keep her, its too dangerous." The voice was sure annoying him now.

"Yes he will! Now back off whoever you are!"

"You know who I am, and I will come back! You'll see! You wont run this life forever!"

Like that, the voice dissipated from his mind. His face remained blank until he looked back at the badly hurt girl. Her eyes abruptly opened and once again red met purple, amethyst against ruby. For a second, they both felt a connection, a hope…

Until Danny's body shuddered and his gaze turned hard. No, he couldn't let himself feel this way again. He wouldn't give into these people, even Sam. He was already too deep, sucked into the darkness that few could escape from and he didn't want to escape, the darkness gave him power, comfort, something those others could not give him. Something his parents couldn't give him either.

He remembered their twisted faces as he told them about his accident. Then saw them pull out their weapons. He cowered and pleaded with them to spare him. They wouldn't. He cried and was backed up into a wall, Jazz appeared and stood in front of Danny, trying desperately to tell her parents to stand down. The same memory replayed over and over in his mind since then. It kept him going. They all betrayed him, so now he would betray them all. He could not go back to his past. It's gone, done, kaput! But there was one thing he could not shake, flying to the castle. Something Sam told him a long time ago.

"It's never too late to change."

In that second, the underground turned into chaos. Everyone was running around, getting ready to blindly attack the castle and rescue Sam. Lancer was shouting orders, Maddie was suiting up and getting several weapons ready, Dash was lining up several other teens with a variety of weapons, Jack was talking anxiously to Tucker and Jazz could stare at the only teen that was not moving, Danny.

He stared out unmoving, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape at what he had just been told. Sam was missing and he kidnapped her. He felt it in his gut. That twisted version of him was going to have his way with his best friend, and Danny would not let that happen. His stone like figure suddenly moved as his hands were clenched and his eyes narrowed in a hateful snarl. His eyes turned bright green as the ring appeared around his middle. The ring split and swept around his body in a fluid movement, replacing his torn and slightly blood stained clothes with a shiny black and white lab suit and his black sand filled hair turned a perfect pure white, not a hair out of place. The green eyes still remained as intent as ever.

"He will pay." He said as he pushed himself into the air, looking eerily like a missile, ready to implode at any second. But no, he was waiting for his target before he unleashed his fury and destroyed everything in sight. He disappeared into the ceiling, unknown of his own fate.

Jazz looked on with wide eyes as she saw Danny change, then as he took off. Was it just her.. or did she see flames come out of his feet? She shook her head and watched as he disappeared. Her face suddenly became panicked as she turned to Lancer. She ran over to him and grabbed him. "Lancer Danny' gone!"

" I know, with Sam, that boy will- "

"No! The other Danny! And he didn't look one bit pleased!" Jazz saw the teachers face turn pure white. If the pun wasn't so wrong for the moment, she would have told him he looked as white as a ghost.

"GHOST HUNTERS OF AMERICA!" He yelled. Everyone suddenly stopped and stared at Lancer as he said this, or more like yelled it. "The other Danny will tear him apart!"

"Which is the reason why I told you! We have to stop him!" Jazz cried. " I cant bare to lose another brother!"

Lancer grit his teeth, thinking of what to do.

Jack seemed to be doing the same thing, when an idea came to him. He gave his trademark goofy grin and flew through the ceiling.

"Jack!" Maddie yelled, her husband didn't answer. "This is not good."

"And it's getting worse." Dash said darkly. "The Sand monster is still at the main entrance, there is no way out."

"Get ready everybody!" Lancer yelled to teens and ghosts alike. "We are about to go into a final battle through the storm and if we make it, we need to help the good Danny and take down Vlad once and for all!"

The teens and ghosts nodded solemnly and each suited up in orange and black jump suits, grabbing as many gadgets as they could fit in their suits and hands. Tucker, Jazz and Maddie were together in one group.

Each seemed to read each others minds. Somehow they knew that one of them might not survive.

The army moved up in front of the main door, where they could hear the constant banging of the monster trying to get in. Lancer stood in front, a bandana wrapped around his forehead and holding a large gun with several blinking green lights on it. One hand held the handle and the other pushed a slider into the back of the gun, much like how a child's water gun worked. The gun hummed with a charge.

"Ready!" He called to behind him.

A sudden roar of cheers chorused behind him. A smirked formed his features and he held out his hand to a scanned placed at the door. A light drifted up and down his palm and the doors made a groaning noise, slowly opening.

What they saw made all their faces turn to horror.

They were not simply facing the sand monster…

They were facing the monster and Vlad's army, Vlad's infinite army….

Vlad's eyes shot open and he sat up straight in his large bed. "The time has come." He whispered. Like a child at Christmas, he jumped out of bed and put on his finest, then walked down the several corridors to what seemed like a dead end. There before him was a large portrait of himself and Daniel. He smiled aggressively at the painting. Soon everything would be his. In the painting both him and his son wore their finest, he especially liked the ruby Daniel wore in a tangled web of gold that held a dark cape together around his shoulders. His finger met the gem within the painting and pressed it in. The painted ruby buckled and slid easily through the portrait, making a sickening cracking sound. The life-size portrait lifted off the ground, as if pulled by a spirit all its own. The wall was large and the portrait soon stopped its upward drift as a pitch-black doorway appeared fully.

Vlad smiled and walked down the hallway, torches suddenly bursting to life every step he took down the stone-carved passageway. His heals clicked on the marble floor as he inched closer to an old wood door at the end of this never-ending passage. Vlad's mood was excited and frustrated at the same time. His red eyes seemed to glow a more powerful red than ever as his blue hand touched the doorknob to the room. His hand made the familiar move to turn the knob, which protested by producing a screeching sound of metal against metal. This annoyed Vlad to much degree, it reminded him of a nail against a blackboard. He jerked the door open and entered the dark room.

A lone girl sat on a table in the room. Her head jerked as Vlad opened the door. Her dark green eyes met his in a fierce gaze. She sat in an old chair, covered with cobwebs and spiders, much to her distaste. Her glowing form gave her the only light in the space where Vlad had held her. Glowing bright green shackles held her to the chair and the floor. A green padlock connecting a chain from her leg to the stone floor. Her arms were chained together, but not tightly, after all, Vlad needed her to use her hands for his plan. Her long black hair slowly settled around her shoulders as the turn fully completed, and both of their eyes glowered into the others. Her snow-white skin confirmed any doubts that she was from the living. As did the glow around her. Her slender frame seemed defeated, her lips formed in a sad frown, their color: blood red. The dress she wore was simple, typically made from the 1400's. The long dress was white and very simple. Parts of it were black, as if it was scorched.

"How are you my dear?" Vlad sneered, walking behind her chair and placing his hands on her shoulders.

The girl of almost 17 gave a low growl and attempted to shrug him off, but his hands tightened around her shoulders. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. The shackles made it impossible to go intangible, but she still gave it a try, only to open her eyes and feel his hands still on her shoulders.

"Now, now, don't want to stress that ghost body of yours Rebecca…" Vlad crooned. "Our time has almost arrived."

"Your mad." Rebecca muttered in an English accent. "You believe I have real magick, you are more gullible than I thought."

"But wasn't that why you died?" Rebecca stiffened. "Condemned to death by your own family, for witchcraft."

Rebecca wouldn't meet his gaze, her mind flowing with memories she wished she longed forgot. "Whatever you think I may have, I don't. A lot of the girls that were burned were innocent, and so am I."

"That's where you are wrong." Vlad hissed. " I have checked out your family tree myself, it appears you weren't the only one in the family to be accused of witchcraft."

This made Rebecca's eyes go wide and her face turned to his smug one. "What?"

"You have it inside you Rebecca. I can assure you of that. Pure energy beyond anything normal ghosts can do." Vlad smiled greedily at her.

Rebecca trembled. "Taking over Amity Park is one thing Vlad, but the entire world and universe? That is beyond crazy!"

"No one has stopped me yet." Vlad's eyes were wild with possibilities. "No one can. The rest of the world is simply too selfish. To caught up in their own worries to bother what I might do. Once I have one land, I will want more. The United States government cannot stop me, and neither can they." He moved a lock of hair to her left ear and became eye level with her and they both stared ahead on the dusty table, he took her hand in his and waved it through the air, causing it to suddenly ripple into a water image before them. What they both saw made Rebecca cry out and freeze.

Then Vlad whispered in her ear.

"As long as I have you."