Sam stared at the scene before her, Danny was down on his hands and knees, defenseless and hurt, and Vlad was about to mercilessly kill him. It went well beyond kicking someone when they were down. Her eyes sparkled with tears but she swallowed them. She couldn't, she wouldn't let Danny die. The world needed him, not her, him.
With her athletic speed she raced forward skidding to a halt in front of him just as a fatal shot was fired. Danny didn't receive it. The halfa looked up as the moment played before him in what seemed like slow motion. And just like that the girl he'd idolized and adored feel to the ground, blood spilling from her side and mouth, tears falling from her closed eyes.
Danny couldn't speak, everything played out like a silent movie as he immediately gathered her in his arms. He watched her as she clenched her teeth in agony her hands shaking and still balled in fists. He put a hand over her wound offering comfort tears brimmed his eyes while looking over her paling face.
Sam's features relaxed slightly at his touch but she was dying. And he was well aware. He bit his lip painfully and clutched her hand with his free hand. "You can't..." He whispered hurtfully. She was clutching back, barely.
He knew the painful truth it was already too late. Moving her was not an option the shock could kill her, if he didn't accidentally tear her wound more from movements. They would have to stay there and he could do nothing else but be with her.
Danny watched with desperation and uselessness as Sam fought to survive. It was the one battle he couldn't fight for her. It was the only battle he should've been fighting, this was all his fault and his stupid rivalry. It was his fault and he would never forgive himself, never. He loved her and he killed her, no matter who fired, it all came back to him in the end.
He cradled her head in one arm and kept holding her hand. He let her lay there with her face buried in his chest and tried so badly to keep her there with them. But the ghost boy could feel her agony and misery through her body for the first time in his half life he was absorbing human pain. Sam's pain, her death.
Still the tears flowed down her cheeks, he would've wept with her but he feared that the tears wouldn't stop if they fell. He held tight praying for her life knowing there was nothing more he could do. He nuzzeled her cheek gently wishing to take some pain from her.
Danny squeezed tighter but Sam's grip became looser until it was as limp as a doll's hand. Her head fell backward without the aid of her holding it up.
"Sam, no..." He whimpered staring at her still features. "No!" Danny screamed rage choking him and sorrow betraying his intensity, the heartbreak written clearly on his face.
He blinked the tears back letting his head fall to his chest his hair shading his eyes. Danny's entire body trembled with a different power he'd never felt before. Hate. Slowly he rolled his head upward to face the enemy, the murderer.
"You..." He growled darkly. His accusing eyes baring into a very startled Vlad, who was devastated by the mistake, granted he could never be quite like Danny.
"Daniel I..." He sputtered putting his arms up for protection from Danny's glare. "She wasn't... I didn't..." But he was at loss for words, he wronged the boy and knew it was too late for apologies.
Danny quietly let Sam's head lay against the soft grass and got up to stand. His balled his bloodied gloves into tight fists that immediately glowed. His eyes were taking on a rare plutonium green that seemed unreal on his human like face. Vlad backed up, well knowing the fierceness of loss.
The elder halfa for the first time feared Danny, he never thought the boy a threat before. But now he had Sam's blood on his hands and Danny wasn't going to let him live it down. Or let him live. It was true that when some people are lost in rage they can't think straight and will act upon killer instincts.
"Daniel please..." The boy was standing a few feet from him now, hands burning brightly with prepared energy. He sneered angrily ignoring the very pathetic way Vlad was holding himself.
He put his hands forward in a ready attempt to thrust the energy forward and drive it through Vlad but he stopped midway his mouth half open. A salty bitter taste came to his mouth, a tear. Danny let his hands fall and the ecto-plasm fade as more tears fell and he dropped his head as he cried silently. Sam would never ever want him to be this, this wasn't what she sacrificed herself for.
"I'm no better than you..." Danny uttered softly and dropped to his knees and shook with the sobs that wracked his body. Vlad hung his head as he watched Danny mourn his friend's death and he felt utterly ashamed and mournful for the little goth girl.
He kneeled beside his arch enemy and cautiously placed a hand over his back. Danny didn't fight it and simply stayed there head down and tears falling into the soft grass. The boy dug his fingers into the earth clutching it for some sort of stability.
"I'm so sorry Danny." Vlad sincerely said his voice carrying it's own sadness. Despite their bitter rivalry and disagreements, they were both human and very much mortal. Danny shook his head gently then backed onto his haunches and looked up with a tear stained face.
"Kinda funny how the people we take for granted... are the ones we'd miss the most..." He murmured a soft breeze carrying his white bangs across his face.
Vlad swallowed hard as Danny turned to look back at the girl's body. A destroyed sigh tore through his throat and a soft white light enveloped him. Danny stood up and turned his back on Vlad who was still kneeling there slightly confused and on guard of what Danny was up to.
"I think you should go..." Danny said his voice was hallow the only thing that kept him looking lively was his hair blowing gently against the nighttime breeze.
Vlad half expected him to turn and face him when he didn't obey immediately. But the young sixteen year old kept his back turned showing no interest in looking at him. "And Vlad, " He interrupted before the billionaire could make a quick get away. "If I ever see or hear from you again...I'll kill you." He stated his hands curled into loose fists.
It wasn't a threat it was a promise and Vlad decided it was time he left the teenager to his business. Danny sighed as the area around them grew silent it was just him now and Sam. He forced a smile as he walked over to her and bent down over her bloody still body he shivered at the sight but swallowed hard to except it. Somehow he knew she was right.
Gently he closed her pale violet eyes and then gathered her limp body in his arms. "I'll take care of you Sam..." He whispered burying his head in her hair and began his walk.
I have not been having a good week at all, so well you know me and my ways of torturting my favorite characters...