Hellbreaker, Have to look that up. Yeah she was stressed, but now we are going to find out more to that particular story.

sammansonrepilica, yeah, this might be a little darker than what I was originally going for, but new to me so I am just going with it and the movie more or less knocked her out for the shadow to take her energy, her positive energy and now she is feeling all of the bad emotions, things that she had suppressed for a long time. She originally doesn't look to Danny in this story as a romantic encounter, but because she was angry at his judgment on what friends could and couldn't do she pushes the boundaries to prove a point.

nahte123456 & sammansonrepilica, thanks for adding to your alerts.

Later that evening a shadow waited outside of Sam's window, a pair of green eyes watching with interest at one particular window as a shadow moved around by the window. He disappeared and moments later stood in the shadows of the Goth woman's room.

"Hello?" the shadow close to the window asked as the lights came on to reveal Sam standing next to her closed window, the Goth in full black apparel. She wore a pair of tight black spandex pants with a form fitting long sleeved black shirt, her hair pulled up in a ponytail. She had black eyeliner on as well as black lipstick, but the shadow didn't say a word as the Goth moved to move something on the other side of her bed next to the wall.

She finally shoved it where she wanted it before heading for the door. Looking in the room she failed to see the pair of green eyes following her moves before disappearing. The Goth moved silently down the stairs she kept looking around her at the shadows, the feeling of being watched making her heart beat faster. She felt like she wasn't alone in her own home, the feeling of sadness hanging in the air around her and she couldn't take it anymore. She needed release and there was one place she could find that so leaving the house she headed down the street where one set of lights still lit up the moonless night.

The name glittered in the night, the rest of the buildings dark around it. Darkness Embodied. It was a strange name and the place was only open at night, but she had been coming here for several years, long before her parents had died and long before Danny had become the Phantom. It was her escape after the Skulk and Lurk had been torn down. It was where she could be herself without question of if she was depressed even though right now she wasn't sure if she was or not.

Taking a seat in the back she watched the others around her, people who were like her in so many ways and yet each of them were different. Another person finished a poem, the sound of silence the tell that everyone had liked it. As soon as it was done she stood as others watched her. Stepping to the stage she cleared her throat and began, unaware that someone had followed her.

"The pain. The denial of it all, the withdrawal from it all.

The wish, the sadness, the confession without release.

The fear, the guilt, bile that rises in my throat.

The tears that fall from my eyes; eyes that have seen it all.

The misery of a child. The satisfaction of the devil.

Nightmares of it still. The wish to spill my blood. To slow it down.

To punish myself. To stop the pain. To empty my blood onto the ground.

To die. Away from you, to save you. To protect you from me and me from you.

I feel your pain along with mine. Going down in a drain. Away forever."

Silence greeted her as she stepped down from the stage, her heart beating quickly. It had come to her in those days after the movies. The nightmares that had been haunting her nights and entering her days. The knowledge that she had endured all that her parents had thrown at her, but had failed to see that they were having problems of their own. They had been fighting for a long time and she had never seen it from her own lack of caring. Was she really like them? Was she going to suffer the same fate?

It wasn't really a hit and run, was it? She had started having those nightmares after their death, but they had been little things. Smells and blackened visions of their death. She could hear those screams of death as tires had squealed, but it had all been something else that night. It had been her own fault as well as theirs. She had been in the car that night, but she had lived while they had died, their last breaths ones so full of hate for each other and for her.

Flashback

She could feel the cut on her head, the glass that lay around her glittering in the light from the car that had hit them, the beams landing on her as she blinked to focus.

"See, you can't even drink and drive for fucks sake!" came the sound of her mother, the tone a new one to the Goth. Just seconds ago they had been arguing, but in that mild tone that her mother used when her daughter failed to live up to what Pamela thought a Manson girl should be like. Sam didn't know what was happening before her, her parents had never argued between themselves, only with her.

"As if you could do better!" Thurston screamed. "No. You only drink and fuck!" A gasp was heard from her mother.

"It's because you're fucking sterile you mother fucker!" The Goth watched in shock as the lights from the other car grew smaller before a squeal of tires was heard from her left. Sam had been the only one to buckle up, the dress she was wearing stained with blood as more trickled down her face and onto the puddle on her right leg.

"What the hell is going on?!" the Goth questioned. They had just come from a gala that the heiress had been forced to go to because as the only child she would inherit everything. She hated those things and planned to end that particular ritual when she took over. Her mother hadn't looked at her, not that the older Manson female could because she had snapped her neck without realizing it and was still alive only because she hadn't moved her head.

"Shut up, Sam!" the woman barked, her hate filling her voice. "You should know that we hate how you are. You are not my child, not at all!" Sam was thrown back by that, but she knew she was her mother's child since she had seen the disgusting video of her birth.

"No, she is your child, bitch! She's not my child! Your mother fucked another guy!" he spit out, his eyes eyeing her from the rear view mirror as blood trickled down from his mouth. "Your mother is a whore!"

"Dad?!" He slammed his hand on the wheel as the sound of sirens filled the air, their lights coming around the corner. He cursed at her and told her that she couldn't call him father!

"Hell, your own father is dead!"

"Because you killed him!" So many things coming out at once and then the next piece of news came as a shock. "I never loved you anyway and I know about your little tart that you have been fucking for the last several years!" As the sirens died around the Goth she felt the world began to fade, the sounds of her parent's fighting fading as the firefighter stopped at their window. She could see his mouth moving, but there was no sound as he shook his head at the body of her father.

She found herself looking into the face of the firefighter as he looked in her window before turning to motion to someone, but Sam could feel the heaviness sinking in, the pain in her head coming out of nowhere as she opened her mouth to speak. Her door was pried open and the dark haired male was looking her over with obvious concern. Pulling her gently from the wreckage she stopped him, her hand on his upper arm as she turned to look at her parents. She could tell he didn't want her to look, but even though the raven haired heiress couldn't say a word she still wanted to see them.

She looked at them and her blood grew cold. Even as they lay there obviously dead and drunk to boot the pair wanted the other to know of their hate that had obviously been boiling in their hearts for a long time. She didn't know what to say as she looked at her mother, her neck bulging out because of the break in her neck bones while her father had a chunk of glass in his chest, too close to his heart for them to remove, his blood dripping down his chin like a mini waterfall now. They were still fighting though Sam couldn't hear them now as the sound of rushing water entered her ears now. Mouthing something she turned from them toward the awaiting ambulance, her long purple dress spotted with blood as she clung to the man who had saved her from the wreckage.

End of Flashback

"Sam, are you okay?" a voice to her right inquired. She turned toward the male voice only to come face to face with a man she had never met before, his green eyes looking at her intently, concern in the green depths. She nodded, though she really didn't feel okay. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of misery, hate and anger. All those emotions seemed to overwhelm her and for some reason she couldn't figure it out. She had never really felt only those feelings and it was pissing her off.

"Who are you?" she questioned. "And how do you know me?"

"I was here when you first started coming here and every time you always have such great poems and songs, but tonight you took the cake with that depressing piece. Is everything alright or do you feel suicidal?" Sam blinked in confusion.

Am I? Do I want to kill myself? She couldn't honestly answer that question at that moment because she felt so bad for how she had thought of her parents and yet at the same time she knew she could never kill herself. "I don't know." She couldn't say why she was talking to this man, why she was telling him stuff she couldn't even tell Danny, but she felt compelled to be honest. "I don't feel that urge and at the same time I feel like I should be dead."

"Guilt. That is understandable in most cases," he said before holding out his hand. "My name is Thaed. I have wanted to meet you for a while now, but you always are in such a daze and never seem to see me, but tonight that daze is gone."

"I just feel like most of my emotions have passed on, like I can only feel certain ones," the Gothic woman muttered. "Something that has never plagued me, but I feel all the anger and sadness that seems to have escaped me all this time."

"Maybe it's more like you have refused to feel those stronger feelings." She nodded. "One moment. It's my turn. Will you wait for me?" Sam nodded though she knew it was getting pretty late. "Good." Heading for the stage Thaed began his poem.

"Of all that one could feel. Love is an emotion that leads to despair.

Lust is all that is felt in this world. A lust for power. A lust for death.

A lust for something that is owned by another. Emotions are just...

Worthless. That is the feeling that enters my mind because there is no

heart that beats in this chest. It died long ago. Ice is all that remains.

The chill running through my veins. Forever I wait for that which runs."

Exiting the stage he stopped before Sam, who was looking rather worn. He reached out for her hand and she gave it to him, her amethyst orbs meeting his. "Come with me." Nodding she stood and followed him outside. Before they could take more than two steps a familiar form dropped before them, the earth shaking with the impact as Skulker flew out of the hole and took to the sky. Sam blinked, her mind going back to a time she would have helped take down the ghost. She would have if Danny had called for her, but he hadn't this time. It was another smack to her wounded heart.

"Let's go," she muttered as she dragged him away from the crater as Danny flew past to get Skulker who was now fleeing. It didn't take long for the halfa to take him down before Danny turned to see the couple walking away. He didn't recognize them, but for some reason he felt a tug on his heart strings. Shaking it off he turned to leave when he heard the next words from the couple walking away.

"Are you seeing anyone, Sam?"