sammansonrepilica, thank you.
Hellbreaker, who's to say that Hell does or doesn't exist? I'm not going to rebuke it. I also thought it was a fitting punishment to be the one you caused the most pain, the one that you felt was nothing and so you become that person rendering you nothing.
Caesarea, thanks for adding this story to your alerts.
Danny backed away from the woman looking at him like she was looking at a tofu dog, her tongue coming out to lick her lips again and that made him gulp because it was like she was tasting him all over again. She took a step toward him, her hips swaying seductively.
"You taste so yummy," she whispered, her eyes half lidded as she took another step toward him.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he questioned taking another step back, the Goth advancing on him with each step back. "Why are you acting like this?" She shrugged, her body arching suddenly as a whimper escaped her lips as she fell back from him now.
Just take my hand
"Get away from me," she whispered as her body tingled with awareness from the drugs that the ghost males had given her. "I was-s drugged." She back away even as her body called for the halfa. "I need to..." She faded off as the room grew hotter. "I need to cool off," she whispered. "Now." She turned from him and ran, not knowing where she was going but knowing she had to get away from her friend, the one person she couldn't have like that. As soon as she started to run Danny rushed after her, his shoes making loud noises around him.
"Sam, come back!" the halfa yelled. Fucking shit! What the hell was I thinking!? He wanted the Goth, had realized it and then when given the opportunity to kiss her, to ease the ache he forced her off because he knew it was wrong to take her when she was obviously not herself. Somehow he had realized that something was wrong when she kissed him, like something wasn't right with her. "Sam!"
As long as you love me
"Stay away!" she screamed. Danny thought she was still talking to him, but suddenly she screamed, her cry echoing around him. "DANNY!" The halfa forced himself to run faster as the sound of struggle hit him and then a groan, a male groan. "You mother fucking bastard," Sam hissed just as Danny came upon what appeared to be an other male falling to the side of Sam who lay on the ground. Her long raven hair fanned around her head in disarray as she took a deep breath.
"Sam, are you okay?" the halfa inquired as he rushed to her side. She nodded as he helped her up. "What the hell?" The Goth brushed herself off and stopped as the action made her feel the effects of the drug again. The funny thing was that as the man had tried to force himself on her she had found little attraction to let him, unlike what the ghosts had told her it would do.
We could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke
"Just ran into a little issue in trying to-" she stopped as her body began to tingle again. "Fuck," she hissed as her body reacted to the fact that Danny was still too close. Taking a step away from him she warned him to keep his distance. "I don't want to do it," she muttered. "The stu-upid thing they put in me makes me want to..." she faded off, her cheeks turning red. "Have sex with you." Now it was Danny's turn to take a step back.
"Yeah, we shouldn't do that." They were both looking at the ground now like they back in high school edging around the feelings that were there. Sam blinked as she took another step back.
"We need to get out of here now, Danny," the Goth pointed out as she headed in the direction she had been heading in before being attacked. "There's no telling what Death has planned and if there is a time limit on us being in this place." The halfa nodded and began to follow her, though neither of them really knew where they were going and that was made obvious several minutes later.
"Sam, where are we going and why the hell is there nothing in this space?" They looked around to find that they were in a white space, the whole area clear of anything... a void more or less. She shrugged, her amethyst orbs looking around them.
As long as you love me
"Fuck, I don't know, I just know that you need to stay away from me and and vise versa!" she hollered, her hands flying up in frustration. "I just want to go home!" The Goth felt like crying at that point and jumping her best friend as well. She couldn't even control her own body at this point, her emotions all over the place. Danny seemed to notice her distress and knew that even though he wanted to comfort her that he couldn't go near her for fear she would jump him. Well, to be truthful he wasn't afraid of it, but he knew she was and wouldn't do anything to hurt her.
"Sam, we need to talk." She looked to him in confusion, though she knew what he wanted to talk about. "I've known you forever and lately have felt like we could be more than friends, well, that is if you wanted to try." She didn't know what to say because though it was true that she felt the same way she wasn't sure what was the right thing to do. What if their relationship didn't work? Would they be able to continue being friends or would they split? Could friends be successful partners in a more intimate situation? "What are you thinking about?"
"Would it work?" she questioned. "Would it be worth it if there was a chance that it failed?" She looked at him, her eyes full of questions and emotions, ones that she had been hiding for so long that now that she couldn't control her body were exposed to him.
I'll be your platinum, I'll be your silver, I'll be your gold
"Sam, is it worth the risk?" He didn't even hesitate as he took a step toward her, the small woman taking a step back. "Yes. It is worth the risk." As he took a step toward her she took another step back.
"Danny, what happens if i-"
"Samantha Manson, if is the key word in that sentence and I don't think we could fail at anything even if we tried." Sam stopped moving as his words really hit her. He was claiming that it would work, that a step in that unknown territory was going to be a positive one; that he believed that they would make it. That meant a lot to her, but could she take that step even if he could?
"I don't know, Danny," she whispered. Danny pounced on her, pulling her petite frame against his more muscular one, his arms encircling her, holding her firmly against him. "Da-anny," she gasped, the drug making her body tingle again, the need to touch and be touched filling her.
As long as you lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love me
"Sam, I know. I have no doubt that we were meant to be together and not even Death could separate us." It was like the world stopped and Sam knew in that moment that he was right on all accounts. They were supposed to be together and there were going to be obstacles, but was there a worse one than Death? Death was the end, but for them it was nothing. She smiled at him then, the tears that had been waiting streaking down her cheeks. Danny reached up, his hands releasing her waist as they moved to her cheeks where he wiped them away, a smile on his own lips.
Funny how being that close together made them forget all that was happening, their quest to get out of Hell and back to their home as well as the fact that Death was out for Sam's soul. It was all forgotten in that moment, none of it as important as their love.
"I love you, Sam."
"I love you, Danny." The halfa leaned down and kissing the Goth's lavender lips softly, keeping his hands on her face as he pulled back to look at her.
As long as you lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love me
Suddenly the ground began to shake, the space they were in turning black as a hole opened under them. Holding onto his Goth they fell through the hole and into a new space, one that was filled with several images of Danny and Sam in various stages of life, from childhood to adulthood and with every image was a new emotion. As the pair hit the ground, Danny ensuring that Sam didn't get hurt, they looked around. Within seconds they were standing and looking, but there were several pictures that drew the Goth woman's attention that those were the ones with him kissing other women, Paulina, or even a few when he had dated Valerie.
"Forget them," he whispered in her ear.
Don't forget them, Samantha. Those were the women he chose over you!
Sam couldn't listen to that voice, it only wanted her to remember that Danny had been with other females and that was normal for a guy. They had ignored their own feelings and that was why it had happened. Shaking her head she looked to the halfa, her eyes filled with the love she felt for him because even though he had been with others he was with her now and had chosen her.
As long as you love me
"Danny, I know you've had others and although I am upset I still know who you're going home with and it isn't Paulina nor is it Valerie, so I'm okay." She turned from him now and reached out to punch the picture of Danny receiving a kiss on the cheek from a possessed Paulina. "But know this, Phantom. If you ever choose to cheat on me then I will kick your ass." A sweat drop left a trail as it slid down Danny's face. He let out a chuckle because he knew she would do it.
Before either of them could say another word Death appeared behind them causing them to turn and face him.
"You can't possibly choose to allow him to cause you pain again, Samantha. You know he will. You will cry and feel pain as he crushes your heart over and over with his choices." The Goth shook her head.
"You just want my soul and you won't get it. I know Danny and although there might be heartache later in our future, what relationship doesn't have that? Miscommunication happens, jealousy happens, but in the end I know... no, we know where our hearts lie." The robed apparition let out a growl of frustration.
"I was going to give you everything you wanted! Release from life and from all that pain it has to offer!" Sam shook her head as Danny stepped in front of her, his eyes flashing green before he transformed. "What?! I took those away!" The halfa smirked as he powered up to blast Death only to find that as soon as he hit the other male nothing happened. "Ha! You can't destroy Death! Death is part of life!"
We could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke
"Well, neither of us is ready to give up the ghost so fuck off!"
"Danny Phantom otherwise known as Daniel Fenton, can you prove that you would stay faithful and that she wouldn't leave you?" The halfa nodded, his facial expression serious now. "How?" That was a good question. How did you prove that you would never leave the one you pledged your life to?
"He doesn't need to because he already proved it," Sam said. "He never gave up on me even when he went evil. He saved me even though he was being controlled, if that doesn't prove that his heart is mine then nothing can." The robed figure let out another growl and throwing his hands forward hit them both with a blast. The halfa turned and shielded her with his body, but when they opened their eyes moments later they found themselves back in Amity, in the same spot they had started from.
"Are you okay?" She nodded.
"Can we go home now?" He smiled now de-transforming as he took her hand. As they walked down the street Sam smiled. "Guess that we both were pretty clueless."
"Don't forget that we were both in denial as well, but in the end we still ended up together."
"Yeah." She leaned against him. "And that is all that matters."
As long as you love me