Sam whipped around, but her eyes only met the wall.
"Vlad! Where are you? What did you do to Danny?" She yelled out to the air, knowing he was there somewhere.
Once again, the laugh was heard, "I didn't do anything. He brought this upon himself."
"Vlad, you had better fix all of this, or I swear I will-"
"You'll what? Get your Goth apprentices and rip me apart? Please. You have yet to find me and then fight me," she heard Vlad's voice get louder, which meant he was closer. Her fists clenched, "And yet, young Daniel's time is ticking away, moment… by moment."
"Vlad!" Sam punched the air, hitting nothing, "You-" then she realized she didn't even know exactly what was wrong with Danny yet. She sighed and clenched her fists even tighter. She let her head fall and tears began to trickle down her face.
"Moment by moment, girl; minute, by minute," Vlad's voice gently faded and his presence left the room.
Finally, Sam couldn't handle it any more. She punched the wall with all her might and fell to the floor in frustration. She sat on her knees; tears running down her face. She didn't understand this. What was going on? How long did Danny have? What was Vlad planning?
All her thoughts came up a dead end, so she slowly stood up and whipped her tears away with her arm. She took a deep breath and turned around.
Danny was still asleep on the couch. She couldn't help but smile. He looked so peaceful, like he could simply sleep his worries away. She couldn't seem to take her gaze off of him. The red velvet robe and raven black hair perfectly matched to her Goth likings.
She sighed and walked over to him. She kneeled down next to the couch and gently stroked his hair, "What's happening to you Danny? How do you get yourself into these situations?"
"Sam!" Jazz came running back into the room, "Vlad took away the helicopters and any other mean of transportation. We're stuck here."
"Jazz, I need to ask you something," Sam let her hand fall unto Danny's arm and turned toward the older teen.
"Sure, what's up?" Jazz sat in the armchair at the end of the couch.
"Jazz, Danny said… he said you were under Vlad's control. He said you did this to him," Sam looked at her hand as she gently rubbed Danny's arm.
Jazz was dumbfounded. She didn't know what to say. She already felt guilty enough as it was and now… her brother, he was probably scared to death of her. How could she have let this happen? She was always in control, and the one time she isn't her brother is almost killed.
"Sam I-I didn't mean…Vlad was in control and… I never meant to hurt him, Sam!" Jazz burst out crying, "I would never hurt him, you know that."
"I know Jazz, but Vlad would," She turned her gaze back towards the distraught girl, "He's here Jazz. He's in the house. He did something to Danny, but I don't know what."
Jazz cleared her mind of the battle and thought about what Sam had just said, "He did something to Danny, but I don't know what. Think, Jazz, think. Vlad… how did he get to Danny, he wasn't…" suddenly she gasped and looked at the glove on her hand.
"This suit will search your mind for past thoughts. Every evil thought you had about young Daniel will become reality, and every bad thing you wanted to do to him when you were mad will too." Vlad's words rang in her head, giving her that familiar thing called remembrance. On her thirteenth birthday, Danny had completely ruined her cake, by taking a huge chunk out of it. She was mad and wished that the cake he'd eaten had poison in it. The glove must have twisted that and made it worse. Not food poisoning, but some other thing, something that would kill him more painfully than what her original idea was.
"Jazz?" Sam noticed the thoughtful look on her face, "What do you have?"
Jazz didn't answer the girl; she just kept staring at the glove on her hand, "No, no, if Danny dies… I'll-I'll never be able to…I can't…Danny can't die!"
"Jazz?"
"This… this is all my fault," tears sprang back to life in her aqua eyes, "What have I done?"
"Jazz what are you talking about? What do you know?" Sam stood up and slowly began walking towards her.
"I-" she didn't say any more because Maddie came walking into the room, rubbing her chin in thought.
"How are we going to get out of here?" Maddie looked up and saw the two girls, "Girls? Did you Vlad take anything before Jack and I got here?"
They shook their heads.
"Oh does the man do it?" Maddie once again rubbed her chin in thought.
Sam and Jazz gave each other worried glances. They couldn't tell her that Vlad was half ghost, that was up to Danny. This was all his secret, not theirs.
"Sam?" a small voice groaned from behind them. The girls turned to see Danny's eyes open just slightly. He was looking at them with eyes filled with misery. He looked horrible and even sicker and hurt than he had before.
"Danny," Sam ran up to him and kneeled down like she had before. She grabbed his hand and started stroking it, "How are you feeling?"
"Not too good," his voice was crackled and weak; a voice that could instantly make someone sympathetic.
"It's alright. You're going to be fine," Sam encouraged him, although she knew it wasn't true in her heart. She had to be strong for him, and encourage him. He wasn't going to get threw this thinking he's going to die the entire time.
"Danny," Maddie walked up to her son, "I think you may be able to answer most of the questions we need to get out of here. Sweetheart, did you see Vlad take anything?"
"No, he left after I woke up from the battle," Danny tried to sit up, but had to have Jazz's and Sam's help.
"Did he say anything that may have some sort of clue in it?"
"No, not that I can remember," Danny coughed into his hand and quickly hid it from his mother's view as blood was splattered on it.
"Wait," Jazz remembered something, "He did say, 'You have no idea what you're up against' so that would mean a challenge for us. All of this was planned."
"Oh Vlad, you're dead for this," Maddie looked up at the ceiling and raised a fist.
Suddenly, Danny started to cough like crazy. Jazz lightly patted his back, but it didn't seem to help.
"Danny? Are you alright?" Maddie's angry voiced turned to a concerned mother's voice.
Danny tried to nod, but couldn't stop coughing. He brought one hand to his chest; the other was up to his mouth. He gently touched his chest, but pulled back at what he felt; smooth Latex, a jumpsuit. He looked down and saw his blood stained DP logo on his chest. He was transforming right in front of his mom, and he couldn't do anything about it.