AN: I know I said would disappear on Wednesday in the summary, but I figured that she need a break from Edward for a day so now she's going on Thursday.
Towards the end of the chapter, I felt as if I was loosing my grasp on Sam fully. Like, making her to much of the "damsel in distress" and not more of the rocking, "I can kick butt hard" girl she is. But, guys PLEASE tell me if she's WAY to much Out of Character!!! Tell me what I should edited about her for the next chapter. Like if I should make her take on Edward and beat him up. Tell me cause I really feel like I'm loosing her too much! AH! Help me grab her!
Enjoy Chapter six.
Chapter Six: Home
Rest of Wednesday into Thursday.
Wednesday passed without any further "Edward episodes." Sam didn't have any episodes at night either. A day of relief felt good, but she was still jumpy about everything. She didn't eat anything either. And when asked for dinner, or for something to eat, she refused. Saying 'I'm not hungry' and walking away. No appetite really was it. She hadn't had one since Wednesday morning's incident. Thursday morning came and the trio followed their same agenda and walking together to school. Again, the day passed without any Edward interruptions.
At lunch, the boys got their filled trays and sat down while Sam just grabbed some water and followed them to their seats.
"Sam, please eat something." Danny pleaded of her after swallowing his sandwich bite.
"I'm not hungry." she said, taking another sip of water.
"You haven't eaten in two days! How can you not be hungry? I can't go five minutes without eating something!" complained Tucker raising his hands.
"I'm fine guys. This happens to me sometimes when I'm upset or whatever. Just chill. I'm alright." she reassured them. Bell rings "Come on, we're going to be late for class." she said getting up, grabbing her books, and walking away slowly. Again, the rest of the day went through without Edward. Once the day ended, the friends walked out in their normal positions: Danny on Sam's left, and Tucker on her right.
"If you guys don't mind, I'm going to walk home. A.s.a.p. I've got some stuff to do. Bye." and she walked out of the middle and ahead of them.
"Is she okay? She's been really out of it." asked Tucker.
"She went into another one of those trances the other night. And another one Yesterday morning." responded Danny.
"What! What happened? Is she okay?" asked Tucker.
"I don't know if she is. It's the Edward guy from Monday. He said he wants to 'keep her'. I don't like him." squinting his eyes as he spoke.
"Wait he wanted to keep her? Like a pet? That's really creepy. Why does he want to keep her? Is he a stalker or something?"
"I'm going to his house tonight to ask him when I get home. Actually, I'll go there now, save some time. See ya' later Tuck." and he dashed off.
"Why I'm always left alone!?" Tucker again sticking his hands in the air. Kicking the near by dirt, he began to walk in the direction that not led of his home, but to Sam's. He knew she needed comfort right now, and since he's the 'brotherly love' guy of the group-along with the comedy guy-he'd put his 'love' to good use and comfort his "sister". He'd stand by her no matter what. Once there, he knocked on the door and waited for the answerer to come. The door open and the butler stood in view.
"Hey Alfred, can I see Sam please?"
"Surly Mr. Foley, she's in the music room."
"They have a music room?" he asked, thinking out loud.
"Yes. Right this way sir." Alfred responded as he directed Tucker to the music room. He knocked on the door for Sam to answer. She opened it almost immediately.
"Hey Alfred, what up?"
"Mr. Foley is here to see you Sam." stepping out of Tucker's way so Sam could see him.
"Come on in Tuck. Thank you Alfred." she thanked. Alfred walked away. Tucker stood there in awe looking at the baby grand piano in front of him, the drum set to the far right of it, acoustic and electric guitars that lay on the amplifier next to the drums, and the other instruments. It was his first time in the music room.
"Tuck, you okay?" Sam asked snapping him out of it.
"WOW! I never knew you guys had a music room! Sam, do you play all these?"
"Just the piano. Welcome to the music room Tucker. You're actually the first of my friends to come in here." she confessed walking up next to him. "So what's up?"
"Hey, you okay? You've been so out of it lately." he asked regaining himself.
"No, I'm not. Tuck, every time that happens to me,-you know, the trance thing- I'd get sent to the icy cold field of paper flowers. It's so scary! I get eat, sleep, I can barely pay attention in school, or to my family without fear of Edward playing and sending me back to that place. I'm a nervous wreck! And to top it all off, graduation's tomorrow!" she confessed sitting down on the piano bench with Tucker following to sit next to her. "The only times I feel okay, or safe, is when I'm with you guys, or playing piano. I hate this Tucker! I hate this!" screaming out collapsing her head into the comfort of her hands.
"Sam, it's going to be okay. It's not like he's going to send someone to come and kidnap you over night." he said putting his hand on her shoulder for comfort.
"Gee, that defiantly helps lower my scare factor. Thanks."
"Look, I'm just trying to help. Want to head to the park? It might help you."
"That sounds like a good idea actually. Sometime out of this room might do me some good." she agreed. "Thanks Tuck."
"Anytime Sam."
"Brother are you sure about this?" asked Al in earnest.
"More sure then anything in the world Alphonse." he confirmed his brother seriously. "You now what to do tonight."
"But brother……" he began, stopping himself.
"But brother what Al? Continue please. I want to hear what you need to say. Get it off your chest."
"Brother, just because your spells worked their magic on Ms. Manson doesn't mean you need to kidnap her. That's pure madness and you know it!" stressing out the words as he went along. "Do you even feel for this girl brother? Like, truly hold feelings for her?"
"More then you'll ever know. That is why she must be mine." he said once again determined to win Sam's heart. After his aggression calmed down to an even breathing pattern, a loud bang came to the door.
"Ed! It's Danny. I need to speak with you. Now." he shouted strongly through the thick wooden door. Ed rushed to answer.
"Hello Danny, what's up?" he asked. Danny didn't need this right now, he pushed Edward to the floor. "What's wrong with you?" he asked getting up.
"Why do you want to keep Sam? What do you want with her?" he asked immediately.
"So, you're the same Danny from the other morning. Welcome back."
"Thanks but I want to know what you want with Sam!" he demanded.
"You know the answer Daniel: to keep her." he responded lightly.
"Why though?" he demanded. He grabbed Ed's shirt and lifted him off the ground.
"Now now Danny, no need to get violent. I've found myself head over heals for her. A beautiful and enchanting girl. You must feel the same about her if you are so quick to fend for her. Or, are you two already together?"
"That's none of your business. She's just a good friend alright. Like a sister." he clarified. "Just because you like her doesn't mean you need to keep her. That's insanity."
"Then if insanity is my motive then let it be." Edward spoke. Danny brought Ed to closer to his face, then pushed him out of his hands forcefully to the ground.
"Stay away from Sam." threatening Edward, pointing a finger down at him. Walking out of the house-slamming the door behind him-Danny flew off to the Fenton Portal.
"See what you are doing brother! I'm not going through with this! You can find a way to get out of the house on your own." Al shouted getting up and walking upstairs.
"Fine." Ed muttered out husky. He walked to the front door, opened it, and began to proceed forward. He put his hands up to the air, only to be shot back by a simmering green light. "Damn." he whispered getting up. Again he tried, only to be shot back again and again. Again he tried, desperate to pass that wall that bound him to his house. Hands now burned from the wall, he again tried, but………………..
Thursday night. Back at Manson Mansion.
"Guess I thought I had to change the world; to make you see me. To be the one.
I could have run forever. But how far would I have come, without mourning your love?" Sam sang out to the soulful piano version of the hard Evanescence song, "All That I'm Living For", hitting each note perfectly. Her one man audience awed at her skills. "Should it hurt to love you? Should I feel like I do. Should I lock the last open door? My ghost are gaining on me." was the last line of the version.
"Wow! How come you never told me or Danny that you could sing or play like that?" asked Tucker.
"Some things I'd like to keep to myself Tuck." she giggled out. "Want me to teach you something?"
"Uh, sure. I'll give it a shot. But don't laugh at me if I mess up alright?!"
"Yes sir. Alright take your right hand and place your thumb here. That note is called E." she pointed out. "Now take your pinky, and stretch it all the way to this key. This is also an E note. Just higher." she instructed. Pointing out all the keys for a song called "Harry's Wondrous World" from the first Harry Potter movie.
After almost an hour of teaching him something simple-well to her simple- and watching him goof up, and laughing a lot, he needed to get home. Sam walked to the front door with him.
"Thanks a lot Tucker." she thanked hugging him.
"Yeah. Anytime Sam. Feel better. Night." he said returning the hug. After she couldn't see him when he turned the corner, she walked up to her room to get ready for bed. Thank goodness for Tucker. She thought reaching her destination.
After a quick shower, she put on some soothing Mozart to help her fall asleep. After the beautiful requiem ended, she had fallen into the deepness of a dream. Danny phased through her wall to check up on her to see if she was alright. He glided over to her and shook her lightly and also removed her ear phones.
"Sam." he whispered shaking her. She moaned a little and began to slowly open her eyes. She cocked her head to the side, squinted her eyes, scrunched her nose and opened her mouth before realizing who it was. Once she did, she let out a small shriek.
"OH! Danny! It's you. You scared me. I couldn't figure out who you were for a second. I was having this really wacky dream. Anyway, what's up? Why are you here it's eleven at night." she questioned sitting up, holding the blanket to the base of her neck.
"I came to check up on you. Is everything okay? That crazy Edward hasn't put any spells on you or nothing?" he asked sitting down on her bed, crossing his legs.
"No not since yesterday morning. Why?" she answered sitting up fully, back against the head board, also crossing her legs under the blanket, which still was hanging at the base of her neck.
"I went over to his house today after you left, to talk to him and why he wants to 'keep you'." speaking with disgust in his mouth. Scrunching his nose and clearly put his face in a distasteful position. "He said he fell, 'head over heals' for you. I don't like that, and I don't like him. You call me first if anything happens. Okay? I can snag Tucker from his room on the way to where ever you are." he pointed out sternly. She reached over and rested her hands on his.
"Thank you so much for being such a good friend and caring about me. You and Tucker just made my year. I hung out with him before in the park and showed him some of my piano playing and I had so much fun today. You guys are really the nicest friends a girl could ask for. Thank you. You know I can take care of myself. And that I'm a pretty good fighter when it comes to ghost. But you guys are just so awesome and are so brotherly. You two are like my brothers! Thank you so much." she thanked her 'brother' sitting across from her. He put one hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah Sam. You know we're here for you always. I guess you're like my 'little' sister. Little only cause you're shorter then me." he said rocking her a little by her shoulder.
"Not by that much though. Remember, I was taller then you in middle school." she corrected. He giggled back.
"True but, you're still like my sister. Call me if anything pops up okay?"
"Got it. Thanks again." she once again thanked. Leaning towards him, she hugged him, and he hugged back after a second. Once parted, both were as red as Sam's blankets.
"Ha. Well, I got to go. My mom told me, there'd be a surprise waiting for me when I'd get home. Bye." he told her before phasing out of her room.
At Fenton Works
DPOV
I transformed outside my house and walked into the pitch black living room.
"Mom? Dad?" I called out into the black abyss. The light sprung to life, confetti dancing in the air. "AH!" I shouted backing into the door.
"Welcome home Danny!" my mother greeted me.
"What the heck!? You guys scared the ghosts out of me!" I shouted. Ya' they almost really did. Bad situation there. "What's going on?"
"We have a surprise for ya' son!" my father happily shouted out.
"I know that! Obviously! But what is it!?"
"Surprise Danny!" Jazz shouted coming out from behind my dad.
"Jazz!" I shouted moving towards her. I scooped her up in a bear hug to welcome her back.
"Easy little 'big' brother! Put me down! Geez! Look at you! I leave for three years and suddenly you're six foot and giving me a bear hug when before you were barely strong enough to stand up to Dash! What happened?" she screamed out in enjoyment laughing towards the end.
"Ah three years does wonders to me. You should now that! Tell you later." I whispered rocking on, shoving hands into pockets.
NPOV
"So Jazz," Maddie said, inching towards her daughter and a conversation. "tell is about college! How's everything? Any new boyfriends? What's happening?! Fill us in!" she requested of her daughter, extending her arms to Jazz's shoulders and resting her hands on them.
After a long explanation of about school - and several times waking up Jack- Jazz began to explain about a special man in her life she absolutely loves and how they were going out for about a month or so. After, they discussed some simple things and it finally came to an end about midnight.
"Jazz, it's going to be so good to have you around until Sunday! We can shop, cook, invent new inventions. Ah, just like the good ol' days! Well, it's getting late. Danny, tomorrow's your graduation, and that party. You should get some rest for the big day."
"I will. Don't worry." Danny answered.
"Good." she told him shifting over to Jack, who was sleeping. "Come on honey, time for bed." she called to him, shaking him.
"Oh Snapple cakes Batman! Oh, sorry hon. Guess I feel asleep. Uh, night kids." at first shouting but relaxing his tone of voice at the end. Maddie helped her husband up the stairs. Once the door was closed, Danny, sat closer to Jazz to tell her the story.
"What's up bro?" she asked calmly. "Is everything alright? GASP! It's about Sam isn't it? Let me guess: she rejected you? Or I'm sorry Danny. It'll be okay. You guys can still be friends."
"No Jazz, Sam didn't reject me. I never asked her out and how many times have I told you, and about one thousand other people-and ghost- that we're no more then just good friends?!" he almost screamed out, turning crimson.
"Okay, sorry. What's wrong?" she apologized.
"It is about Sam though. Some new ghost, Edward Elric,- who I've met, I just don't like him- said he wants to 'keep' Sam. See, what her, Tucker and I believe is Edwards' piano playing, kind of controls Sam. Or at least puts her in a trance anyway. I think he's planning to kidnap her but I'm not totally sure. It's been going on since Monday. Nothing's happen since Wednesday morning but, well, I don't know." he explained.
"Oh my gosh is she alright?" Jazz inquired, worry stained face and voice.
"No. She's been all jumpy lately. And she hasn't eaten in two days because of it. I talked to Tucker before and he said they went to the park and she seemed to be a little bit at peace there, and oddly enough when she plays piano. I checked on her before I came home and she was very thankful for Tucker and I being like brothers to her." further he led on into the Drama (read 's below in AN) filled week.
"Poor Sam." she breathed out. "I really hope she's alright. Or at least gets better. That stinks too. And right before graduation. Danny, what happens if this type of stuff happens when you're all at different college's?" she asked him, leaving him blank and answerless face.
Two o' clock in the morning. Manson Mansion.
Sam tossed in turn as sweat began to form on her white forehead. The dream was a nightmare, the same one she had all week. In the field she stood, dressed in a flowing red skirt with a red and white short plad one on top of it. Her shirt was a silk black one with soft black spikes spreading over her chest. Her hair was somewhat normal- it was all tattered and out of place. And she was barefoot.
She ran through the paper flowers; panting from running away from the huge monster that followed her. Spiky back, green, looked like an over grown porcupine really, but it was a ghost. And on his back, was Edward. Directing it where to go.
"What do you want with me!?" she screamed after tripping and-getting paper cuts-turning around to face the beast. Edward let the beast's head lean down until it was about five feet away from her face. Saliva dripping from it's razor teeth.
"I want you Samantha!" Edward roared from the head of the monster. "You and you alone! Your little boyfriend Daniel can't help you in here missy!" crazed face.
"Okay, a few things, one: No one calls me 'Samantha'! Two: You can't keep a person! And three: I've told you over and over again this week DANNY IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" she yelled standing up. "I don't need his help! I'm fine on my own." she stated.
"Oh, yeah?" he questioned. He released the restrains on the monster and let it's mouth consume Sam.
"AH!!!!!" She yelled waking up, sweat droplets flinging forward, eyes small, mouth open and blankets scrunched up under her tight fist.
"Bad dream?" a voice called out from no where.
"Oh, yeah. Danny, thank goodness you're here. It was about that psycho Edward. Same nightmare I've been having all week. Hey, where are you?"
"Under your bed." it responded. That voice was not that of her brothers.
"Wait, you're not Danny. That's not his voice. Who's here?!" she demanded. "Edward?"
"Hello princess." he greeted, phasing through her bed and become tangible once his torso was fully up.
"AH!!!"
Requiem- referring to Mozart's Requiem. His hour long piece of classical music. Not Roman Catholic mass held to offer prayers for somebody who has died.
Drama- Gawd this whole "week" for Sam and the gang is filled to the brim with drama and I think it's awfully funny. So, just some back ground on that.
AN: YAH! EDWARD GOT OUT OF THE HOUSE! GO EDDY! But his hands and body are all burned because of it. hugs Eddy Yah! More cliff hangers! As in, Jazz's question, Edward and the door, and of course the ending. Geez, this whole chapter is like, nine pages long on Microsoft word. Making it the second longest chapter I've written to date. First being the final chapter of my first story ever, "The end of a Phantom." That was twelve pages long. Anyway, I drew a pic of Sam in the outfit from her dream, WHICH will be her outfit for the rest of the story. I'll put a link to it on MY HOME PAGE! PLEASE CHECK IT OUT! Along with a few more pics I drew form "Sweet Sacrifice." Enjoy guys. I'm having the best time writing this story! I think this is my new personal favorite! "The Feel of Betrayal" was first but "Sweet Sacrifice" is just becoming SO much fun to do!