I have to use the old computer while the other one, that I normally use, has the ALMOST finished chapter seven for "Sweet Sacrifice" , and the new chapter for "The Two faced Stranger". The other one isn't working! kicks other computer [!!!! ANYWAY! Yes, enjoy chapter seven.
Chapter seven: Sam's immortal.
Three thirty Friday morning.
SPOV
"Sam? Sam?" a familiar voice called my name--the voice of Danny.
"Danny?! Where are you?" I shouted back. My surrounding was a dense forest. I stood in the only clearing, dressed in the clothes of my nightmares. Grass stabbing at my bare toes while I spun to look for Danny.
"Sam, I'm over here. Come here." he whispered back. I focused my direction straight and ran. Holding my skirt up to avoid tripping, I ran towards his voice. "You're so close now Sam." he said in the warmest voice I heard-to this point in life-coming from him. Allowing the curve on my face to go up slightly. His laugh humming in the sweetly close distance. I stretched my arm out and allowed the smile to bloom fully. This has to be a dream. I thought to myself as the distance became only but a few feet. Inches now from reaching him, I ran faster then I ever have. Stepping into his voice, I reached not another clearing, but to Edward's home floating on the island.
"What?!" stepping back into the woods brim. I heard crumbling behind me and turned to see the once luscious forest disappear into the ongoing Ghost Zone, forcing me to step closer to the haunted house. Coming from behind the house, was Danny. "Danny!" I shouted once again running towards him. I stopped and looked at him from two feet away. Something happened within the next few seconds that was worst then any of my nightmares. His heartbreaking warm smile ripped apart and his eyes became Sun yellow. He barked out a hideously loud laugh that threatened to depth me if I didn't cover my ears. Underneath it I heard my name once again.
"Sam! Sam!" it yelled. I looked back up to Danny to see his body begin to disintegrate into Edwards. The warm smile of my friend turned into the bewildered, evil, twisted smile of my fears. He reached out and grabbed my arms. My vision became blurry and my eyebrows stayed raised, mouth bare as he moved closer.
"Please…stop." I heard in a dear whisper. Was that my voice? Or someone else's? I couldn't tell, the laughter continued but lowered to a simmering volume of a normal person's. Drowning out any other noise that wanted to break it. Unwillingly, I let the tears break through and stream down my cheeks. He came closer to my face, close enough where I could feel the hot breath on my skin, and smell his rancid breath. Before I lost total focus, his smile turned incredibly sinister from what I saw. That's when the nightmare aloud me to drift from my dream, and to reality.
I awoke surprisingly peaceful to a fairly large room. Mahogany colored comforter rest on top of me. Rubbing my head I found my focus and looked around the room. The room was an octagon shape that opened at the window and door. The window was huge, almost the whole side wall! Well, to me, it'd be the West side of the room.. I have no knowledge of where the house stands in the Ghost Zone, so let's just assume that the head board is facing South. Beneath the window was a bench that stretched across that wall. The walls were a deep eggplant color. On the wall in front of me was a small dresser and mirror. Upon the turns of the walls were pictures of a man and a woman. Both in separate frames but close together.
The man had a long, stern face, sandy blond hair drawn into a ponytail. The sandy blond trailed down into a face outlining beard. He had small eyes but they were a shade of brown that stuck out of his glasses. The woman had a simple face with chocolaty brown hair that slanted to the right side of her hair line. It continued past the bottom so I couldn't tell how long it really was. Unlike the man's, her eyes were wide and a brilliant forest green. Both fair skinned.
"That's my mother, Trisha Elric, and my father, Van Hohenheim Elric." Alphonse pointed out. I didn't realize he was sitting on the other side of me in a chair.
"Oh, Alphonse. Hello. How long have you been there?" I asked.
"Only about thirty minutes. Did you sleep well?"
"Not really. I keep having these nightmares about your brother. This one was mildly scary. At the beginning, I was standing in a clearing in the middle of a dense forest. I heard Danny's voice calling my name, so I ran towards it. Once I got to him, I ended up on your property. The woods crumbled behind me into the Ghost Zone. I looked back to see if Danny was there, and he was. Except when he came out, he began to turn into your brother. Then I…I woke up."
"I'm awfully sorry for all the trouble he's cost you and your friends. I've never seen him like this."
"You don't have to apologize Alphonse. None of it is your fault. It's mine for wanting to even travel this far into the Ghost Zone." I answered him. I went to wipe my eyes from the real tears that had leaked. Then, I noticed my arm was bare. And not covered by my sleeve. "What the..?" I raised the covers to see what I was now in. The outfit from my dreams. My face flushed as I turned and looked at Al furiously, bringing the covers to the base of my neck. He also became red, knowing what I had thought.
"OH!" he yelped. "Oh Ms. Manson I would never! I'm not of the peeping Tom type! I assure you I saw nothing! My father taught me how to properly change a person if paralyzed or has a broken bone without seeing anything. Please don't think of it that way!" he explained standing up from his seat.
"Why'd you change me anyway?!" I shouted back, longing for the comfort of my pajama's.
"Ed wanted me to!"
"If Ed wanted you to jump off of this island and into the abyss of the Ghost Zone would you?"
"Well…no. But Ms. Manson you need to understand something: Edward is badly injured."
"From?"
"Getting out of the house. His hands have been burned rather badly. As soon as he got done placing you on the bed he requested I dress you then he passed out. He was so tired and hurt from trying to get you. Oh please Ms. Manson, I did it for my brother. Wouldn't you for yours?"
Wow. That certainly caught me of guard. I would do anything for Danny or Tucker. They're like brothers to me.
"I'm an only child. But Tucker and Danny are like my brothers. So I see where you're coming from. Where is he now?" I asked. My voice was calmer then the recent state of urgency.
"He's in my father office resting. Would you like some breakfast?" he offered, his voice calmer too. I shook my head no.
"Al, what happened to your parents?" whispering the question.
"Oh they died. My mother of an illness when Ed and I were younger, and my father was killed when me and my brother were. I'm not going to go into any gory details." he whispered back. I could tell I hit the sensitive topic for him.
"Sorry…" I whispered.
"No need to. It's what our fate was."
"I'm sorry for bringing up that topic. I could tell it very sensitive to you." looking at his lowered head as I spoke. I turned my head to observe more of the large room. Looking to my left, I saw a small table against the wall, and next to it, an upright piano. Getting off the bed on Al's side, I walked over to it. Brushing my hands lightly against the ivory. "Will this piano put me back into that trance?"
"Huh? Uh, no. Only the one down stairs can. Why? Do you play?" he asked. I looked at him with a smile and sat down at the bench, giggling.
"A little." I responded setting my hands on the keys. Then, I began to play.
APOV
I heard her play incredibly fast. So amazingly complex too. Her hands moving nearly as fast as Edwards while he played. The scale moving from high to low within mere seconds. I glanced at her eyes moving rapidly from side to side, following her hands. Then, after a minute or so, it slowed into something smooth and melodic. One hand playing the higher keys, other playing the lower ones.
"I hope you don't mind if I sing along. Do you?" she asked above the sound.
"No, not at all. Go ahead." encouraging her as I moved closer.
"I've been watching you from, a distance. The distance sees through your disguise. All I want from you is your hurting. I want to heal you, I want to save you from the dark.
Give unto me your troubles. I'll endure your suffering. Place onto me your burden. I'll drink your deadly poison." she sang. Voice so wonderful. She played some more before she began to sing again. As the repetition of the introduction swam through the room.
"Why should I care if they hurt you? Somehow it matters more to me. Than if I were hurting myself. Save you. I'll save you.
Give unto me your troubles. I'll endure your suffering. Place onto me your burden. I'll drink your deadly poison." and again the repitition of the introduction went through the room. This time, it was blissful rather then sorrow. Perhaps little classical influence even. It reached the higher notes, then climbed back down to the lower ones for some time. Then she sang again.
"Give unto me your troubles. I'll endure your suffering. Place onto me your burden. I'll drink your deadly poison." the humming, dark bliss of the beginning once again filled the room. "Fear not the flame of my love's candle. Let it be the sun in your world of darkness." speaking the line that seemed to close it up. I started to clap when she lowered her arms back to her side. She turned around to see me applauding her performance. She stood up and took a bow.
"That was wonderful Ms. Manson! How long have you know to 'tickle the ivories'?" I asked. She laughed sitting back on the bed.
"Oh since I was eight. Al, two things: one, please stop calling me 'Ms. Manson'. It's Sam."
"Alright. And two?"
"Why is your brother so into me? Or rather, why does he like me so much?"
NPOV
Al looked back at Sam with earnest eyes, then sat down next to her on the bed.
"You see, while we were alive, there was this Egyptian girl, Kiya, named after King Tutankhamun, or Tut as you know him. She took a fair liking to Edward. One day after school she came up to me, asked if I could find out if Edward liked her back."
"And did he?"
"He told me no. But I knew he did. His eyes told so. So I went back to Kiya the next day and told her the truth; that he was to busy with his music to have anyone like that in his life. The poor thing. She was devastated. Edward didn't care when he passed by her in the school halls and her face took the saddened position. After about a week of that and Edward began to feel horrible, so he decided to go and apologize to her. He wanted to do it in a 'fancy' way, as he puts it, and play something for her on the piano." he explained.
"How'd that go?"
"It didn't, we did. That was the same day we passed. He never got the chance to tell her."
"What does she look like?"
"Dark skin, big brown eyes, mid-back long raven black hair. A bit taller then Edward too. He say's you remind him of her. Personality wise. The one chance he had at love. Of course I don't believe it's truly love but he does." he explained, swinging his legs. Sam lowered her head, glowering at the dark wood floor.
"Isn't there a way Ed can look for her on Earth? I mean, if he was able to get out of the Ghost Zone, can't he look for her?" she asked looking back at Al. He pursed his lips and thought about that. He opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by Edward.
"Good Morning Ms. Manson. Did you sleep well?" he asked skeptically.
"Like cloud nine Ed. Thanks." speaking with pure hatred for him as she turned to glower at his smiling face.
Casper High.
"Students, please!" Mr. Lancer shouted over the overly excited classroom of graduating Seniors. "Let me take attendance before we proceed to the field." granting only that. As he began to read the list of his homeroom off alphabetically, Danny walked through the door after Mr. Lancer read of the rest of the children with last name's starting with "E". Lancer didn't look at Danny, but Danny looked back.
"Ah, Danny Fenton. Just in time to hear your name." he spoke.
"Uh, here." he spoke sitting in his seat. No longer coy or sheepish about it since it'd been happening since he got his ghost powers.
"Tucker Foley?"
"Here." Tucker said from next to Danny. Mr. Lancer ran through to the "M's".
"Sam Manson?" he said. No response. After saying her name a few more times, he marked her absent. "Odd," he commented. "she's not here for Graduation. She won't be getting her diploma. Her parents will have to pick it up later."
"Oh no." Danny and Tucker said in unison looking at each other.
"Mr. Lancer. Can me and Tucker be excused?" Danny requested. Mr. Lancer stared at Danny with incredulous eyes as he sat at his desk.
"You've got to be kidding me Fenton. It's the last day of school--not to mention your last day of High School ever-- and you want to be excused? For what? And it better be good Daniel."
"We wanted to go see Mr. And Mrs. Manson and see if Sam's even home."
"You can call them." Mr. Lancer permitted. Tucker flipped out his cell phone and dialed the Manson's house.
"Hello? Manson residence." Alfred answered.
"Alfred, can I speak to Mrs. Manson please?" Tucker pleaded in urgency.
"Yes Mr. Foley hold on one moment please." he said before setting down the phone and getting Pamela.
"Yes Tucker?" she asked.
"Mrs. Manson, is Sam home at all? She's not at school."
"What? She should be. Hold on I'll go check." she responded setting the cordless phone on her shoulder as she walked up the staircase and to Sam's room. Where, Sam was not there. "Samantha?" Tucker heard her say. After a few more moments and name calls, Pam returned to the phone. "Tucker, are you sure she's not at school?"
"Mr. Lancer just finished attendance. And she was marked absent." he informed her.
"Her cell phone is here. I don't know where she is. Is that Fenton boy around you?" she asked. "I would like to speak to him." Tucker handed the phone to Danny.
"Hello?" he asked into the mouth piece.
"Where is my daughter?!" she practically screamed at him with anger in her voice.
"I don't know! WE don't know. That's why we called you." he answered in defense. The only thing he heard in response was a "huff" and a hang-up. "Touchy much Pam?" he said closing it. "She hung up on me!" giving it back to Tucker.
Manson Mansion:
"Alfred!" she called running into the hall. "Have you seen Samantha today?"
"Not since last night madam."
"She didn't tell you if she was going out today? Or going somewhere?"
"No madam." he answered honestly. Pam's heart began to beat faster and her breathing began to go along with the beat. Fumbling down the steps she ran to her husband.
"George, you haven't seen Samantha lately have you?" she asked standing in the threshold.
"Not since last night. Why? Isn't she at school?" he asked.
"No. Oh goodness, George, where is our daughter?!" she screamed hysterically.
Elric House:
Still in Edward's room, Sam was in the bed idly playing with the blanket. To heavily concentrated in thinking of a ways to escape.
"Ms. Manson?" she heard from the other side of the locked door on the North East wall. "Would you like some lunch? I made some vegetable soup." Edward offered. Still upset she threw a pencil at the door.
"Does that answer your question?" she muttered. He phased through the door with a bowl of soup on a tray along with a glass of water and utensils. He placed it on the nightstand and sat on the bed, in the same position Danny did on her bed the night before. "Get away from me."
"Oh don't be so harsh."
"Shut up! You have no right to say that. After you kidnapped me."
"Ever consider you'll be happier here? You'll like it. After seeing your room and wardrobe you like the dark. This section of the Ghost Zone will feel like home to you." she once again glowered at him through knitted eyebrows and heavily squinted eyes. He leaned toward her, grabbing her chin to raise at his level. "You can't escape Sam. You'll have no way to get home. You have no phone, and you can't fly; just float. You know that as well as I do." he looked into her hatred flooded eyes, moving her face back and forth to observe her face from every angle. He brought his face closer, eyes almost closed, and closed the small amount of space. Softly crushing his lips to hers.
She began to beat against his chest in protest. Once free she pulled her open hand back and snapped it forward, only to be caught before it his Ed' face. With his free arm, he wiped the purple lipstick off his mouth.
"No need to get violent." he said still holding on to her hand tightly.
SPOV
"How dare you kiss me!" I hissed out. With my teeth bared, I brought up my leg and kicked him in his chest, sending him on his back. Stumbling off the bed and to the floor, a quick black shadow swiftly moved in front of me. I looked back at my wrist he grabbed and saw how red it was, and how badly it stung. I brought my other hand to it and rubbed it softly. "Ouch…" The black shadow formed into Edward and he stared at me.
"Why shouldn't I? I merely wanted to show you how much I cared for you." he spoke sort of sincerely but still dark. He began to move closer again.
"Don't touch me." but he didn't listen, he hovered closer and touched my shoulder. This time, I pulled my arm back into a fist and with all my strength I snapped it aiming for his gut.
I heard a small crunch under his laughter.
"Ow! OW!" I screamed bringing my bruised hand back to my face to see what happened. His laughter rose higher. His midsection was so hard, and I didn't realize that until now. Especially for a ghost.
"Silly girl." he giggled. "Let me see what you did." taking my elbow.
"Don't touch me! I can't wait to see what Danny does to you…you lonely, putrid, selfish GHOST!" I hissed out through my teeth. That hit him hard. And I'm glad it did.
After my breathing became heavy, but even, he left the room and I watched his face hold no remorse as he did leave. Alphonse came running in second's later to see what had caused the shriek.
"Oh my goodness Sam! What happened!?"
"I punched your brother in the gut." I told him.
"Brother is like rock. It's so hard to believe for a person who sits around on a piano all day, but he's very compact. I'm sorry this happened."
"Stop apologizing before I try to do the same to you." I warned as we sat back down on the bed and he looked at my hand.
AN: Yeah no cliff hanger! If anyone noticed I took parts of the kiss scene from the book "Eclipse". When Jacob kisses Bella the first time in La Push. The Manson Mansion scene was really just a filler kind of to get Sam's parents involved. The next chapter will have all the parents involved with Sam's search. The first few paragraphs of Sam's nightmare were actually so much fun to do and imagine. I really hope you could feel Sam's fear at that moment and her hatred for Edward through out this chapter. if anyone remembers how amazingly muscular Ed is from the FMA series you can understand HOW Sam's hand got hurt! Not much really to say on my part besides that so. Enjoy.