CassyG here saying that I changed my name, but still keeping my intro. The reason for the change is written in my profile! Anyway, sorry for not updating, but I wanted ten reviews for the last chapter, but you people are so godblank stingy with the reviews! Ten reviews for this cahpter or no new chapter in the next week! I already started writting the next chapter, but TEN REVIEWS!

Sam awoke in a dark room. The only light was from the moonlight shining faintly through the window, the silky black curtains flowing onto the bed. She twisted around in the dark covers, the sheets entangling her pale figure. "Where am I?" she thought. "Why am I so tired?" She sat up, driving her fists into the black silk pillows, and examined her new surroundings. She pulled her frail frame off of the bed, her bare feet hitting the cold floor. The huge wooden doors flew open letting the cold air flow into the dark room as a tall, muscular figure made his presence known in the doorway.

"I was wondering when you'd wake up," the voice came from the doorway, giving her an uncomfortable shiver up her spine. "You looked so peaceful when you were sleeping… like a baby."

'Who is this guy?' Sam thought, retracting to a corner.

"Good question," he replied as if he could read her mind. "Who am I? Well, that's for me to know and for you to find out." He paused and looked around the room. "Dark. Of course."

"Excuse me?" Sam uttered, pinning herself into the corner. For some reason, she wanted to be as far away from this guy as possible.

"Random thought. Sorry," the eerie voice stated, walking towards her causing her to drive further into the corner. "My, how you've changed," he hissed, placing a hand on her cheek.

"What are you talking abou---" She began, but was silenced when she caught sight of herself in the mirror. It didn't look like her. The girl in the mirror was much older than she was, probably twenty-four. The woman had silky black hair that flowed behind her and a figure that would make JLo jealous.

"It's amazing what time will do to a girl," he began, running his hands down her arms, but she was too awestruck to push him away. "The serum worked like a charm, but I had no idea it would last that long."

"Serum?" Sam questioned, her head snapped to look him in the eye. "What serum?"

"The sleeping serum," he stated. "The serum that I put in your morning coffee. It didn't kick in until the afternoon, but it knocked you out like a light."

"Are you saying tha-"

"That you've been asleep for ten years?" he said. "Yes. And how do I know what you're thinking? Well, that's not really any of your business, is it?"

"Wait a minute," Sam began. "If I've been asleep for ten years then where's Danny? What did you do to him!"

"Relax, princess," he hissed, throwing her fist back down. "I didn't touch your boy toy!"

"He's not my boy toy," she glared at him. "and if you didn't capture him or touch him or do anything to him then where the fuck could he be!"

'How the hell did she fit that into one breath,' he thought and then laughed at her question evilly. "Sami, Sami, Sami," he began, an evil smile crossing his features. She glared at him angrily. "I know. I know," he said, rolling his eyes. "It's Sam, not Sami! I remember that much."

"How do you know my name?" Sam asked a little scared.

"You still haven't pieced it together, have you?" he asked in a threatening voice. Come on, Sam! I know what you're thinking, I know your middle name, and I know everything about you! Turn on your brain and use it! Even I could figure this out and I have the brain of a six month old gnat!" His expression went from evil to frustrated.

"If you know me so well, prove it," Sam challenged. The man sighed in frustration.

"Your name is Samantha Manson. You are an ultra-recyclo vegetarian and go to a book store called Skulk and Lurk Books. You are very intelligent and curently maintain an A'B' average in all your classes. You are very athletic but, because you hated the social status of it all, never joined a sports team. You are an only child, goth, and best friend to Danny Fenton and Tucker Foley. Tucker is a techno geek who can't get a date and you think Danny is cute," he said with a teasing voice.

"I do not," she shot back, trying to contain the blush.

"And now you're lying to me," he exclaimed in a slightly humorous tone. "Well,--"

"How do you even know anything!" Sam yelled. "Have you been stalking me or something! Spying on me and my freinds! How much do you know!"

"If you're talking about Danny, I know about his powers," he stated. "The flight, the ghost ray, the ghostly wail, the intangability, the invisability, the ability to overshadow people, and the ability to sneek into your room unnoticed at night and watch you sleep. Eternal peace."

"What?" Sam questioned.

"Um...," he jumped nervously and avided looking in her eyes as he rubbed the back of his head. "Another random thought. It's nothing."

"No, you meant something by that," she pointed an acusing finger at him.

"No, I didn't," he said nervously, flailing hiis arms in the air.

"Who are you!"

"I'm only trying to protect you!" he yelled, his eyes enflamed with rage.

"Protect me from what?" she questioned, also very angry.

"From me!" he said, the flames in his eyes replaced by tears. Two silver rings encircled him and left him with silky black hair and blue eyes that seemed colder than ice instead of the warm summer sky that they had been when he was...

"Oh, my god!" was the only words that Sam could manage.

That's it for now, but ideas for new chapters will be greatly apreciated! Anyway, there is a good reason for Sam being older, but I can't tell you yet because it's a surprise! I've estimated to have at least fifteen chapters, but I'm hoping for more, but I can't write if you don't review! GO TO MY FORUMS!