La Segre Hermanas: Esconder
Chapter Two
Thanks to my reviewers
"Samantha," the whisper floated past her ear "Sam, my Sam, Samantha." Sam shivered and spun around.
"Who's there?"
"Greetings Samantha," Phantom said, Sam flinched. He has appeared out of no where.
"What do you want?"
"Isn't it obvious Samantha…" he laughed cruelly as she flinched. "You must not fear me Samantha."
"Stop calling me that, how do you know my name? Who are you?"
"I am a Phantom, Samantha."
"Stop following me," she snapped, regaining some composure "I know you've been stalking me."
"Am I not allowed to stalk what I own?" he leered.
"You do not own me," Sam said warily and walked away.
"You are mine Samantha Manson," he called after her as she broke into a run.
Jazz panicked as she slowed down, they didn't appear to be following her. She had no idea where she was or where she needed to go. She could see the Manson Mansion to her right and set off towards it, pulling her red hair off her neck.
Jasmine Fenton had changed slightly in four years; she no longer dressed in preppy slacks and a shirt but a crème coloured skirt with flourishes and a forest green blouse. Her long hair had darkened and was cut just below her shoulders.
She tripped and winced as something cracked in her ankle. "Having trouble walking Jasmine?" Honor asked sweetly as she floated up behind her. A very pale Jazz turned around. "We want to show you something to show that this is real."
Jazz felt Venetia take a firm hold of her wrist and unwillingly let herself be dragged through the deserted streets inot an abandoned warehouse. Dusty crates were stacked everywhere making a maze effect. Eerie candles lined a clear path.
They came to an intersection, one way brightly lit, the other slightly dimmer. With a deep sense of foreboding Jazz followed them down, not that hse had any choice. The candles began to be grouped with aromatic incense sticks. Soon enough they came to a bend that led in a large cavity walled with crates.
An overpowering stench hit a horrified Jazz as she saw the bottles and bottles of a thick red substance. There was no doubt in her mind as to what it was. Venetia escorted her out of the warehouse and she ran as fast as her injured ankle would allow.
Tucker walked through the main street of Amity Park thoughtfully. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he bumped into a young woman. She gave him an apologetic smile and bent to gather up the papers she had scattered. Tucker bent to help her; the papers were drawings, mostly pencil drawings of people.
"These are pretty good," Tucker said as he handed them over, properly looking at her for the first time. She lightly shrugged as she gathered her sketches together.
"Just a hobby, I like to sit on park benches and draw what I see."
"What's your name?" he asked her as they rose to their feet.
"Unity," she said "My name is Unity." With another smiled she walked back down the street just as Sam came jogging up.
Tucker watched her retreating back as she turned into an art supply store. "Tucker," Sam panted, "I've got a problem."
"Did you see her?" Tucker asked open-mouthed.
"Tucker!"
"She went in there, and she was hotter than Paulina Sanchez!"
"Is it possible to talk about that slut less than once a day? Once a century preferably. I'm trying to tell you something important!"
"Can't it wait Sam?" Sam stared at him incredulously and stormed off "What did I say?" Tucker asked, bewildered.
Sam thumped on Valerie's door angrily "Val, you in?" Valerie opened it curiously.
"Hey Sam."
"Can we talk?"
"Sure, what's wrong with Tucker?"
"He claims to have found a woman 'hotter than Paulina'." Valerie snorted and poured some coffee.
"Bimbo, airhead and plastic is she?"
"No idea, probably, knowing his taste."
"What did you want to talk about?"
"Val," Sam took a deep breath "Someone's stalking me."
Tucker wandered into the store Unity has entered. He could see her over at the sketchbooks and attempted to make their meeting seem an accident. He could see she knew he'd done it on purpose. "You again," she laughed.
"Me again," Tucker said lamely. Unity tossed her long hair back and smiled at him.
I… I was w…wondering if you would like to go somewhere with me this evening, to make up for earlier."
"I'm sorry," Unity said looking genuinely sorry "But I have to meet my boyfriend soon, we're heading over to New York for a few days." Tucker was crestfallen.
"Oh, well maybe…" He looked up again but Unity was gone.
Valerie shivered, "Sounds creepy." The two young women sat in silence. Valerie had cut her hair and now had a fringe. She was most commonly found in jeans and an orange tank top.
Sam had let her hair grow and it had acquired a slight wave. She held it at the back of her head with a clip and often wore an off the shoulder black top with three quarter sleeves and a pair of jeans. She had started wearing long black fishnet gloves (fingerless) a year after Danny's disappearance.
They heard running footsteps and a cry of pain outside the flat. Curious, Valerie opened the door, Jazz was bent over her ankle, panting. She looked up at the two of them gaping and fainted.
Jazz came to shortly after, she was white. She lived next door to Valerie and the two often got together with Sam. Valerie and Sam had become friends soon after Danny's disappearance. "I don't want to talk about it," Jazz said quietly.
"Are you sure?" Valerie asked, she sounded worried. Jazz stood and turned away.
"I'm sure," the redhead walked out of the door. Sam and Valerie exchanged a look.
A girl was playing guitar on the sidewalk. Many people tossed loose change into her upturned hat. Her loose red-gold hair was swept into a long braid. She slyly and discreetly watched the homes opposite her; one of which was Fenton Works. Two people came and sat down beside her. No one could see them apart from her. The invisible woman breathed a silver mist and her skin was cold. The man would have been a peculiar sight, even in Amity Park.
He had pre-mature white hair lightly streaked with silver, a small silver hoop in the tip of one mildly pointed ear and was dressed in a torn, stained, black and white jumpsuit with a curious logo on the front.
"How did you go?" Honor asked quietly of Phantom, Venetia's playing covered their conversation and presence.
"Excellently," he purred (not like a cat, like a ghost).
"So did we, Jasmine is terrified," Phantom smiled in satisfaction.
"That goody-two-shoes annoyed me long enough, now it is her turn to receive pain."
A pretty young woman stooped in front of Venetia with her arms wrapped around the wolf she called her dog. "The show is about to begin," she said to the animal.
"Oh no Unidad," Phantom said softly "I think it has already begun."
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