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Part One: Dark Eyes
Chapter One: Raping Dreams
"You're mine Sam, you're mine." His voice was deep, insistent. Something was holding her, pushing her into the bed. She tried to move, but only met resistance, the force pushing on her harder now. "I'll take you as my own. He can't have you."
The darkness that she was presented with slowly disappeared. To her horror, she found she was in her room. Posters of vampires, Nightmare Before Christmas, Brandon Lee, fire breathing dragons, and more scrawled across the walls, a twisted collage of dark humor, inspirations, and those hidden meanings of her inner self that only she knew. Her desk was cluttered, a goblet here, a book on Wicca there, her laptop opened, something on the screen, yet she couldn't identify it from here. Above her hung the lush, velvety canopy of purple hue, shady in its appearance. The framework of her wrought iron bed seemed to be teaming with life, and if she looked out of the corner of her eye, she swore she could see demonic shapes forming.
And then, icy cold hands gripped her wrists, and she saw Danny Phantom, in the splendor of his black and silver jumpsuit, blazing symbol, snow white hair, and strangely obsessed green eyes, before her. Only, she knew that it wasn't Danny, and even if it was, it must have been a side that he never showed, hidden deep within him. He gave a sexy sly grin, unfamiliar to her, but seeming so matching to his physique.
His lips fell to her ear, the cold chill of death contained within them as well, but moist. She jerked slightly at the sudden sensation, from both pleasure and revulsion, for the fact that why she had imagined this scene hundreds of time, this felt abnormally wrong. His slight chuckle and gentle bite on her lobe only helped to intensify the feelings.
"I want you for myself," he whispered urgently, "all to myself." She tried to struggle, but then his grip became harder, almost crushing, and he slammed her wrists into the bed, as if to prove a point of her futile efforts. "Don't run away, Sam. You can't do that, because you know that I can give you pleasure." One hand ran down the length of her arm, leaving a trail of Goosebumps, sliding until it rested on her stomach. "You'll be mine yet, Sam."
"What are you?" She wanted to say more, scream for him to get off, but his lips caught hers, and the kiss was not what she could ever expect. He was dominating, hurting, hungry, and it scared the hell out of her. His tongue darted out, tracing along her lips, and then left her to draw a wet trail down her throat. "Stop it. Please. Stop!"
"Why?" He pushed his hips into hers, beginning a grinding motion, and it didn't feel pleasurable at all, not anymore. She had maybe gained a slight amount right away, but now she was scared. He wasn't letting her up, wasn't stopping like she had asked him to, was beginning to hurt her. She tried to kick, lash out, but he held her fast, and then his hands were gripping her face, so hard that it was painful. Tears leaked down the side of her face. "You wanted to be fucked by him, didn't you?" His hold became tighter. "Didn't you?"
"Let me go! Somebody! Help me!" She was screaming, screaming at the top of her lungs, but then he backhanded her across the face, and now she struggled, hysterically so. "Stop it! Help me!" She kicked all the harder, trying to push both of them off the bed. "Danny!"
And then his hands had suddenly wrapped around her throat. Her air was cut off, couldn't breathe, can't breathe, no breath, no air, world feeling hazy, rattling breath, and couldn't breathe, just couldn't breathe.
"You can't say his name!" he roared. "He can't have you, he can't fucking have you! You're mine, mine forever, dammit! Mine!"
Her world went black.
Sam Manson woke up, bathed in a cold sweat, tangled in her sheets, and still greeted with the fleeting visions of her nightmare. She hugged herself, trying to ward off the chill that seemed to cling to her. She rocked then, muttering to herself it was all a dream, a nightmare more like, nothing more. It was nothing that could hurt her physically, only attack her state of mind, her mental self.
Slowly, after being able to calm herself down a little, pulled herself out of the binding sheets and rolled off the bed. She looked to her bedside clock and saw that it read 3:00 a.m. She let out a frustrated sigh and headed for her bathroom, navigating around her chair that had been left so carelessly in the middle of the room.
She opened the door, flicking on the light, and wincing at the harsh, sudden glare. It took her several moments for her eyes to adjust, even though the bulbs weren't that bright, something she had taken care to remember. Then, when everything came into focus, she was presented with her normal bathroom, nothing out of the ordinary, each thing in its place, as it should be.
She fell into place at the sink, turning the faucets, until steam rose from the water and it fell quickly, only to disappear down the drain. She flung her hands into the stream, and splashed the liquid onto her face, its warmth soothing her, not waking her, but helping to bring about the sense of peace which she had lost tonight. But, her hands were shaking terribly, and she was forced to grip the sides of the sink.
"Get a hold of yourself, girl," she told herself. "It's just a dream." Then, she looked into the mirror, and her eyes widened in horror. Her mouth opened to let out a scream, but nothing came out, only a choking sound. And then, after a few terrifying moments, she could speak. "No!" On her throat, there were marks, marks of someone's hands, as if someone had tried to strangle her, tried to kill her. They were very real, very purple, and very large. She fell back, fell back until she hit the wall. "No. It's just a dream. This isn't happening." She slid against the wall until she hit the floor. "Just a dream. It's just a dream."
Afraid to go asleep, afraid to turn off the lights, afraid to move, Sam stayed in the position she was until her alarm went off at 7:30 a.m.
On the cold autumn-like day of October, Sam walked to school alone. It wasn't that windy, but mist strayed along the ground and swirled around her ankles. For some reason, walking along this straight and narrow path, she wondered if she should take it. In fact, she had always been told to take the hardest path, because it was the best, and here she was, taking this simple paved walkway. Was there any significance in this, in her actions she was performing?
No.
She thought way too damn much. She usually did, a product of her overripe, underappreciated imagination. Of course, thinking too much was probably the reason for her straying thoughts to uninteresting subjects, movie plots, certain ghost boys, and the nightmares she had been having as of late. But then again, the latter was something she did not want to think of, even if she happened to.
She kicked a lone rock that was in front of her. It bounced and skipped its way along the pavement, only to stop a few feet ahead, a hole stopping it in place, rendering it motionless.
She frowned slightly.
Was this an omen, an omen of things to pass?
No way in hell. Again, she thought too much, but that was her curse and gift like always, and sometimes she wished she didn't think too much, wished that these thoughts she had been having lately would just go away, go away and never come back.
"Sam!" Her heart thudded rapidly against her chest, an adrenaline high coming to her. She felt as if she had been running several blocks, a blush coming to her face. But, she should have expected it. Danny always made her feel like this, like she was in some exhilarating sport, or skydiving, maybe jumping off a cliff into the water. Whatever he did, which was nothing most times, she felt like this, and she loved it. "How come you weren't at your house?" He had caught up with her and bent over, hands on knees so as to catch his breath. He looked up at her, grinning. "You're more of a creature of the night if I remember correctly."
The smile that had been forming on her face fell and she looked away, uncomfortable. How could she tell her best friend/crush/couldn't stop thinking about him of her nightmares? She just couldn't. She couldn't tell him about the marks on her throat last night, which had never gone away, thus making her wear the black turtleneck sweater so no one would see. She couldn't tell him last night's dream, while not as bad in some aspects, had turned for the worse, violently speaking. She couldn't tell him that most of her dreams ended up with Danny Phantom, a part of him she had been so enamored of, had humiliated her, raped her, scared her to death. And, in most dreams, he said some very disturbing things.
"You wanted to be fucked by him, didn't you? Didn't you?" At that point, he began to tear at her top, push her skirt up to her waist, his lips on hers, that dominating, obsessed, hunger in them. And she tried not to look, but she knew he phased out of his jumpsuit, had her phased out of her clothes as well, not wanting to struggle with undressing her anymore, and he was panting hard. He whispered in her ear excitedly, "Well, he can't have you, cause I'm gonna fuck you first. Then he won't want you, and then I can have you all to myself, fuck you all I want." After saying that he would-
She stopped, her knees buckling, trying to get rid of the haunting images, failing miserably. She clutched her head in both hands, eyes wide, near the verge of screaming, wanting to empty her stomach, even though there was nothing to bring back up. She trembled at the thoughts, the images, the feelings, those obsessed, green eyes chasing her in the waking world, allowing her no peace.
"Sam?" Danny placed a hand on her shoulder, worried. She didn't say anything, caught up in the nightmare that had followed her to this reality, this time, this world of daylight, where things should have been safe. "Sam?" He stepped in front of her, and she was staring at the ground, a look of terror on his face, and he was alarmed at this very, very uncommon emotion in his friend. He grabbed her shoulders, shaking her lightly. "Sam! Snap out of it!"
"Huh?" She came out of the strange trance that had captured her attention. She smiled slightly, but Danny's brow was furrowed, and she faltered a little. "Where's Tucker? He usually catches up to us by now."
He gave her a look saying that he wasn't falling for the: I'm-changing-the-subject-so-let's-not-talk-about-it-anymore routine. "Sam…what going on? Are you okay?"
She scoffed, as if his question was absurd. "Of course I'm fine," she answered. "It's…just some bad dreams."
"What dreams?"
She groaned inwardly. For once, in his C student life, could he act like a C student and not ask questions. She continued to walk, but he stepped in front of her again, and she was forced to move aside. And yet again, he stepped in front of her, forcing her to move to the side. Then, one last time he did, and grabbed her arms. She stopped and amethyst met blue, each searching one another for anything, answers of any kind. Blue found none, well something, but it was hidden so deep that it couldn't be understood, and amethyst found worry, love for a friend, and maybe also a little something that was found, but also too well hidden to be understood.
"It's just dreams," she said. "It's just some stupid dreams and they're really annoying. That's all it is. I swear."
"Sam, if they're stupid dreams, why don't you tell me about them?"
He wasn't going to let up about this until she told him something, anything. That was perfect, just perfect Danny. Why did he have to get to her like this? Why did he make her heart race, make her feel so beautiful, so special while doing nothing at all? Why did he have to be so damn stubborn, though?
She took a deep breath. She hated to do this, but it was easier to do so. "I've just been having dreams about being a princess." Okay, that was about the worst lie she could come up with. But, maybe he'd fall for it. After all, his mind could only think so far.
"So, you wear pretty little dresses and crowns, prancing around on unicorns? It's that kind of dream?" Finally! He was losing interest.
"Wow, Danny, you must have practice with that, huh?" She had to say it. She couldn't help it. She needed a laugh, even if it was completely pointless.
"The only reason I know so is because of that dress Tucker has in his room." The both laughed, allowing themselves to cut lose, something that was badly needed. And, it was something needed to get Danny to stop asking so many questions. She hated lying to him, but she couldn't think of anything else to say or do. It would have been a disaster to say that she dreamt of his ghost half breaking into her room and then proceed to rape and beat her. Yeah, that was a conversation that would pass lightly. "So…" She slowed down. Change in subject, which could only mean one thing: girls, either her or Paulina in some way, shape, or form. Hopefully, it wouldn't be in shape or form. "You know that dance happening next Saturday…are you going with anyone?"
She came to a halt and did a double take. Had Danny Fenton, one of her best friends in the entire world, ask her to the mother of all dances for a Sophmore, the Halloween Extravaganza? She didn't know what to say, because she wasn't sure what this was about. For the first time in their history of friendship, she didn't have an answer. But, she had to have an answer! She wasn't the C student here!
"Uhh…no, I'm not," she finally answered. A blush rose to her face, and she was cursing her inability to hide it. Luckily, though, she had the large sweater to bury herself in. "Are you…are you going with anyone?"
He blushed, the redness covering most of his face. "No, I'm not. So, um, I was wondering if maybe…" He scratched the back of his head thoughtfully. "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me. You know, just the two of us?"
How could she say no? Well, she would have said no in the first place, she never would. She could never deny Danny, her Danny. It was this fault in her that she both cursed and love, and right now, she really loved it.
"Sure. I mean, if you want to go with someone like me…" Her heart wouldn't stop pounding. She was sure that he would hear the quick thud of it against her chest. But, her face was probably showing more then enough of what she was feeling. "Um…why not…why not Paulina?"
"I…well…the thing is…" He was embarrassed, words barely coming to him. "I…I wanted to…I wanted to go with you."
"Oh," was all she could say. "That's a perfectly fine reason, too."
He smiled and as nonchalantly as possible, which was like an elephant at a dinner party, grabbed her hand. They blushed simultaneously, and Sam made a mental record of how many times she blushed to day, exceeding what she did in a year, showing that she would need to get a hold of herself around the likes of Danny Fenton.
They resumed walking to school and for that brief time, Sam forgot all her worries, all her worries about those dreams she had been having as of late. Unfortunately, her dreams wouldn't allow her to forget, the purple marks on her neck a sign of that.
They'd catch her soon enough.
End Chapter
Author's Notes: Hey there everybody! Can you believe that I wrote yet another story! I know, it's terrible. I have several building up, some I still need to publish, like my Zelda fic (at a halt), my Danny Phantom AU, my Rurouni Kenshin one (deleted, but going to get it), and hopefully get my original fiction at Her Black Wings of Beauty. Yeah, I'm going to be busy, but I promise this will be good, so if you review, I'll probably update faster. Also, I swear part three in the T rated one will be done before this one gets there. Ciao.
-Sealeena