Hello people sorry for the long wait for this sad chapter but I've had stuff to deal with and all that crap...you know the drill…so here you all go...Chapter 7.

Chapter 7: Broken spirits and broken hearts

By: Phantomlisa5

"I love you."

The three words were murder to her ears. They tore her very heart into tiny pieces and made her head throb. If she told him she didn't love him in a gentle way then he'd probably come after her. And she couldn't bear that…knowing that her resistance towards him would snap and then Vlad would kill Danny was more than she could take. So she fought back her tears and faced him angrily.

"Well I don't love you," she snapped at him, "I'm sorry Danny but I don't feel the same way about you that you fell about me…I'm not even sure that we should be friends anymore."

Danny just looked at her, his eyes filled with hurt, sorrow and…she didn't even have time to analyze what it was for his emotions quickly changed to heated anger.

"Not even friends anymore…" he whispered before he tightly grabbed her wrists, digging his fingers into her skin, "Is that how this ends...is that how you explain everything we did, everything we said, everything we've shared together…Sam don't do this.."

Danny's eyes flashed green and then Sam did something that both confused him and surprised him. She pressed her lips to his in a bittersweet kiss before she broke from his hold.

"I'm sorry." She whispered after she pulled away then and shot off into the sky. After he had gotten over his shock Danny stormed back into the castle, punching walls and swearing violently until he got to his room. He slammed the door shut; listening to is echo through-out the castle for a moment, then punched the wall leaving a deep dent in the stone. A few hours after he had finished trashing his room Jazz and Tucker walked in. Danny was curled up in a ball in the middle of his bed, silently crying.

"Danny are you okay?" Jazz asked quietly.

"What do you think?" he asked bitterly. Jazz looked around the ram-sacked room, "What happened Danny?"

"Nothing Jazz…just leave me alone." He closed his eyes against his tears, "Just go away I don't want to talk about it."

Jazz sighed as she and her fiancée walked out of the young prince's room and down the hall. "There's only one thing that could have gotten him that upset." Tucker sighed.

"Sam." He and Jazz said at the same time.

"Tucker this'll take awhile put I have an idea…" Jazz frowned, "Something's not right here and I want to know what it is."

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Sam opened her eyes wearily, as if not wanting to. She hadn't been asleep…far from it…she had been wide awake, curled up in a ball in the middle of her bed silently bawling her eyes out like she had been doing for the last two months.

Two months

That's how long ago since she had left the confines of her room, since she had slept, since she had had a proper meal…that's how long he has hated her. She squeezed her eyes shut against tears that she would end up crying anyway. She was surely but slowly loosing it...and if she didn't get a hold of herself soon then she become her own worst enemy. No that wasn't right; she already had a worst enemy…Vlad. Dear god, how she hated that man, he was the reason for all of this. Her eyes uncontrollably flashed red, if ever she got the chance she'd make him pay…big time.

Her eyes drooped heavily, threatening to close, but emotions would allow her no sleep. Anger and depression nagged at her mind, giving her no peace at all. Then she closed her eyes and let the darkness claim her. And that's as far as she can remember after that she blacked out.

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"Danny open up...Come on Danny open the door."

"Go away Jazz...I already told you I'm not coming out!" He yelled back,

Jazz sighed, "Come on Danny…please." She leaned her head against the locked and bolted door to her little brother's room, "You've been in there for so long you probably don't know how long you've been in there for."

"Yes I do…2 months, 1 week, 6 days, 21 hours, 33 minutes and 48 seconds," he replied with a air of triumph, "And I'm still counting."

"Hmph…impressive." She muttered under breath then once again began to plead with Danny to open the door but he was as stubborn as hells gates to saints.

- - - - - - - - - - - - (behind the locked and bolted door to her little brother's room)

Danny sat upright in bed, hugging his knees to his chest while tears of agony rolled down his cheeks. Why the hell was he still crying? He hated her didn't he? He sighed and wiped fresh tears from his eyes…no…no he didn't. He still loved her; no matter the pain and heartache she was putting him through it just made him love her all the more. But the realization tore his hearts to bits…just knowing that she wouldn't love him back. She had said so herself hadn't she…that she didn't love him…could never love him. He buried his face in his pillows and cried…cried until he cried blood.

And for the first time since he had last seen her, pain truly stabbed at his heart.

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"Sammikins wake up it's another beautiful morning."

"GO TO HELL! I'M NOT COMING OUT!!" Sam yelled back tiredly, "I'd rather die and start rotting in here."

"Mom leave he alone." Derick said as she walked pass her and phased through the door into Sam's room, "I'll deal with it."

He found his way through the dark room and sat down on the edge of her bed where he saw sure she was curled up, trying to hide from the world.

"Sam…what exactly happened?" he put his hand on her shoulder, "Please tell me what's wrong…I really want my sister back."

He felt her shoulders heave in a sigh, "It's nothing," she replied, "I just don't want to talk about it."

He sighed before he got up and phased back out her room door. He was no idiot; he knew something wrong had gone on between the prince and his sister to make her feel the way she did. Maybe the prince didn't love her the way she loved him, maybe there had been a misunderstanding between the two, what ever it was he didn't know. But what he did know was that it was tearing Sam apart piece by piece. Derick flopped down on the couch beside Spike, who was aimlessly flipping through the channels. After a while Spike asked, "So did it work?"

"I couldn't get her to tell me even more than one sentence." He replied hopelessly. Suddenly the telephone rang, Spike sighed, "I'll get it."

"Hello." He said when he picked up the phone.

"Spike…it's Jazz."

"Oh hey…What's up?"

"Nothing much…I hate to sound nosey but has Sam been acting weird lately…you know not coming out of her room or talking to anybody?" Jazz asked.

"Yeah but how do you know?"

Jazz sighed, "I've been getting the same thing from Danny, he doesn't eat, he doesn't sleep, he never comes out of that room and he's always depressed…I don't know what to do anymore…I've tried everything."

"So what do you suggest we do about them?" he asked.

"Well I was thinking…" Jazz explained her plan and a slow crept across his face. He was going to het his sister back even if it took hell to do it.

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A few weeks later Danny sat up in bed, his eyes aching from his nightly cryings. Last night had been one of the few night that he had gotten sleep...well not exactly sleep. He had blacked out again from lack of sleep and food. He was really running himself far into the ground and nothing could pull him out.

Of course there was one thing.

He sighed and buried his face n his pillows, "Sam," she whispered softly. The one girl who had torn him in two, the one he could never stop loving. He often wondered how she was doing without him…if she missed him…even if it was a little. He shoved his face further down into the pillow as someone's presence became evident in the room. However they had gotten in they had better get the hell out the same way. He groaned weakly, "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

"Danny it's Jazz." She sat on the edge of his bed and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm just gonna cut straight to the point…Danny you've been in here for too long."

He rolled his eyes, 'Here we go again,' he thought, 'When is she going to see that I'm grieving over a loss here.'

Jazz continued, 'So we've organized a little two week outing for you…will you come?"

Danny sighed, it really was time he got out of the room and did something… "Okay," he shook his head as Jazz smiled, "I'll go."

Well there you go. Once again sorry for the long wait I'll try to do better on updating chapters eight and nine. Chapter ten is still in progress it might take a while sorry.

Phantomlisa5.