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Saturday. December 24th, 2004. Ghost Zone. 3:03 a.m.
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Walker loved this time of season.
It was his only two days off in the entire year and he liked to spend it relaxing since he spend the rest of his year chasing down dangerous high level ghost criminals.
Now if only that wrenched siren human would stop plaguing his mind, it would be a true vacation.
"God that was amazing!" His favorite prostitute Laura told him from the bed he just finished pounding her in. "You were better than any ghost I ever had! I should be paying you for that experience!"
He looked at her in annoyance. After all, one of the reasons she was his favorite was because she didn't stay around to talk. He laid with her, paid her after, and then she left.
It was a great system. It shouldn't be ruined by conversation.
"I'm flattered." He drawled out as he dismissed her coldly with his left hand. "Now get out."
She scowled at him.
"Whatever, I know the deal." She replied as she got ready to leave. "I have a party to be at anyhow. But really, even though it's none of my business and I'll probably lose you as a customer in saying it, you should tell this Danielle girl how you feel."
Walker froze.
"What?" Walker said, his tone a mere whisper as her words shocked him to his very core. "What did you just say?"
She looked at him curiously.
"Danielle?" She responded yet again. "You know the girl who's name you cried as you fucked me? You should tell her how you feel. Any woman would be honored to have you as a partner. Or at the very least a fuck buddy."
She vanished from the room not knowing the mental tatters she left the Ghost Warden in.
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Saturday. December 24th, 2004. New York City. 7:28 a.m.
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It was beautiful.
Danielle Fenton woke up at dawn in a King sized bed to see the Twin Towers, the tall skyscrapers of New York City, right outside her penthouse window. The sun's rays were beaming off them and the surrounding buildings, illuminating them further. Snowflakes circled around them, as if they were in an ever twining dance. The best description about the scene would be something out of a snow-globe you would buy at a mall except it was the real thing and much more spectacular. It was truly a gorgeous sight to see and Dani never tired of seeing it.
'What am I doing here?' She thought as she looked at the gorgeous Manhattan skyline. 'Shouldn't we be heading to Wisconsin today?'
The events from the previous night suddenly rushed over her like a waterfall and Dani felt her fists painfully clench together.
"Relax." She gritted out, trying to quell her racing emotions. "Just breathe in and out."
She would not have a breakdown here. Dani refused to let Dash or Susan get any satisfaction of seeing her cry ever again. Crying wouldn't help her situation anymore anyway.
Nothing could help her now.
"Dani!" A voice cried to her, jarring Dani from her tragic thoughts. "You're finally awake!"
Dani quickly turned to see Star Baxter, her best friend since freshman year, sitting up on the edge of the bed. Granted had she known then what she knew now about the Baxters, that Star was only there as a spy for Susan and Dash, things might had turned out differently but as it was Star was still her best friend. She was identical to Dash in her eye and hair color, it was a Baxter family trait after all, the only difference was her eyes were much warmer. They lacked the cruelty and coldness the Baxter family was known for. Star was kind, sweet and shy. She also lacked the extremely good looks the Baxter family was known for. Thank God for that because Susan wasn't very kind on Baxter women (Or any other woman for that matter) upstaging her and her son in the looks department.
Dani was the sole exception to this rule...for now.
"Susan has been overthrown!" Star suddenly blurted out, causing Dani's eyes to widen in shock. "She's been killed by a ghost called Plasmius!"
"What?"
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Saturday. December 24th, 2004. Penthouse. 8:13 a.m.
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Vlad watched as his love's ebony eyes widened in fear at the temporary loss of her powers as she frantically shouted her adorable battle cry over and over again to no avail. He regretted his use of force with her but it was necessary. He couldn't afford a fight between them in their current location.
"For the last time I do not intend to harm you nor your family." He reassured her yet again as she cowered against the wall, shaking like a leaf. "You marrying Masters will benefit you tremendously."
"How?" She spat at him trying desperately to put up a tough front but he could hear her heart pounding in terror. "How could marrying a stranger older than my father (Vlad felt his vein twitch at her jab on his age) possibly benefit me and why the hell would you care if I benefited from it or not!?"
Vlad signed. It was now or never.
"Because I was once like you, alone and afraid with powers I couldn't even begin to comprehend." He softly told her as the black rings turned him from Plasmius to Masters. "And I can help you control them."
Vlad saw her blankly blink at him a few times with her wide doe eyes, clearly stunned for words.
Then she fainted.
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Saturday. December 24th, 2004. City Hall. 4:24 p.m.
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His heart was shattering as he watched the ceremony being performed before him.
He saw as Dani, the love of his life, was deceived into marrying his master. A man that only wanted Danielle so he could lock her in a gilded cage and force her to birth his wrenched heirs. He could see it in the possessive way his master touched her and the way he lovingly caressed her skin as he slid his diamond platinum ring on, she was only a possession in his eyes. A beautiful doll, much like his former master's son had her. The time to protest had come and passed (Not that he could of said anything anyway with the way his collar shut him up) and the final stages of the marriage ceremony had begun.
"And do you, Vlad Masters," The civil clerk was saying to his Master. "Take Danielle Fenton to be your wife; to live together in the covenant of marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?"
Vlad Masters didn't hesitate, not that he expected him to the son of a bitch.
"I do."
The clerk repeated the statement to Dani.
'Say no.' He begged in his mind as he stared at his beloved in her beautiful ivory wedding gown. 'Refuse him. Deny him. Spit in his face.'
But she didn't.
"I do." Dani said instead, damning herself in the worst way possible.
He closed his eyes in horror and dread. It was done.
She was married.
"Then by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife." He heard the civil clerk finish as he slumped against the wall, head in his hands, tears flowing down his face. "You may kiss the bride."
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