[This chapter doesn't begin with a sappy love scene where our two main characters unexpectedly meet and instantly fell in love. It begins two weeks after they met mysteriously and ten years after our girl first arrived in New York; well in our dimension.]

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Meet our beloved Phantom, a bad girl in a good girls body.

After arriving in New York, she discovered her mother had visited this dimension before and through the same mysterious rift Phantom had come through.  

Phantom also found out about Alex, her half-sister. 

From the moment these two girls met, they formed that sisterly bond. Alex instantly invited her eldest sister into her life, allowing Phantom to live with her rent-free, well, until Phantom found a job. 

Eight years ago, the sisters had met at a cafe where they had a coffee before Phantom decided to explore this new world. She was drawn deep into an abandoned subway tunnel, there she met and saved a guy who would change her life forever.

But that story is for another time.

Alex and Phantom roamed the streets of downtown Manhatten when they spotted him, the man Phantom saved. 

She wondered why he was living on the streets and more so, begging for money from people who passed him. Phantom saw the way people looked down at him; they would take one look, roll their eyes and walk away. Some would toss money at him, but very little.

Both sisters thought he was too handsome for a homeless guy.

"You should say hello," Alex said and gave Phantom's side a playful nudge with her elbow. "I wish I saved his life, I mean, look at that face and his accent. Oh. My. God. His accent alone is enough to make my panties wet."

Phantom rolled her eyes at her sisters' comment. "Since you're so interested in him, why don't you go say hello."

Alex may have left out a little tiny detail about the man, he was not always a homeless man, but Alex didn't want to tell Phantom because she figured her oldest sister would find out eventually, after all, his name is well known to New Yorkers. 

Bruce M.C was a billionaire and had everything anyone could want, money, fame, material items such as cars, houses, boats, private jets, you name it, he had it. We can't forget the girls, and they would line up outside of his famous mansion wanting to be one of the lucky girls he'd chose to hook up with, night after night he hooked up with a different girl. 

But a tragic event made him lose everything, and some say he even lost his soul and became this heartless homeless monster. Phantom wouldn't think that way though because just like Bruce, she had everything back home and now she can't even afford new clothes; she has to borrow her sisters.

Alex shoved Phantom's back, causing her to tumble forward towards Bruce. "I'm off to work," she said, walking over to her car.

Before Phantom could scowl her sister, Alex was already in the car and drove off with a smirk on her lips. 

"Phantom?" An Irish accent spoke behind her.

Damn, you Alex. Phantom thought to herself as she turned around to come face to face with the blonde-haired, blue-green eyed Irish man. "H-Hi, Bruce." She mentally facepalmed herself for stuttering.

"Haven't seen you around 'ere for a while," Bruce pushed his blonde hair back and wished he had stolen some beautiful clothes that weren't full of holes. For some reason, he found himself wanting to impress this girl and know her more.

But Phantom, on the other hand, had no intention of telling Bruce anything about herself, she was not allowed to say to him anyway. 

Her mother strictly said, 'under no circumstance are you allowed to notify anyone regarding where you are from'  Phantom was very secretive when it came to her personal life so that she wouldn't tell any human anyway.

Or so she thought.

"Yeah, sorry I have just been-"

"You disappeared so quickly after-well, you know," Bruce awkwardly said, man, this was embarrassing. 

He was just about to thank her for saving his life.

Bruce was not used to saying those words because usually, people would be the one thanking him, not the other way around. Still, there's something about this woman that makes him want to do things he hasn't done before. 

She's so mysterious, unreadable, and not like any woman he has ever met before.

Usually, women would throw themselves at him, even living on the streets he'd always find a good fuck. But Phantom showed no signs of being interested in him like that.

Boy was he wrong, and such ideas made cross Phantom's mind. She had yet to experience sexual intimacy with a human; it was on her to-do list.

Rubbing the back of his neck, when Bruce muttered, "Thank you for saving my life," the words felt so foreign rolling off his tongue.

Phantom was taken back by not just him thanking her, but the way his eyes bore into his. "You're welcome?" She stated although it sounded more like a question.

"I still don't know how you did it," His words made Phantom frown, noticing this, Bruce quickly said, "But I'm grateful, I wouldn't be here if you didn't do whatever you did."

Not that anyone cares about me, Bruce thought to himself.

"That's okay, and in all honesty, I'm not too sure how I did it either." She lied, of course, she knew how she saved him. Looking at her watch, Phantom frowned. "Look, Bruce, as much as I'd love to stay and chat, I gotta go,"

Feeling disappointed, Bruce gave her a small nod. "Right, yeah, 'm sorry. I probably should be getting home, looks like it's going to rain." Both looked up. Dark, gloomy clouds covered the once blue sky. 

He walked behind Phantom and picked up his backpack containing his few clothes. When he walked by her, Phantom's nostrils picked up his scent, he smelled terrible.

"Um, Bruce?" Phantom couldn't believe what she was about to ask, but she felt sorry for the homeless sex god.

Swinging his backpack over his right shoulder, Bruce turned around to face her. "Yeah?"

"Where do you live?"

Her question caught him completely off guard, yet, he answered her with honesty. Shakily his left hand rose as he pointed to a dark alley across the street, between two hotels. But the alleyway wasn't his home. 

"See that big trash can?" He referred to a blue bin which was no bigger than a large cardboard box. 

Phantom's jaw dropped to the ground. "You're kidding?" But his hard facial expression told her he wasn't kidding. "Bloody hell," She gasped. "It's going to piss down. You're not staying there."

"Phantom-"

"No way I'm letting someone like you live in that thing," She scoffed. 

Someone like me? Bruce blinked, what did she mean? Besides that bin has been his home ever since--it happened. "I've been living there for six months, and one stormy night isn't going to-"

"No, no, and no." Phantom took hold of his arm causing some passing stuck-up ladies to stare her down. "You're coming home with me, and I'm not taking no for an answer."

Bruce's mouth opened to tell her, no, but he soon closed it the second he felt her fingers gripping his upper arm. The sensation of burning appeared on his skin under her grip; butterflies erupted in both their stomachs.  

Later they arrived at Alex's apartment, Phantom wasn't too sure how her younger sister would react to having Bruce here but neither the less, she showed him around the medium-sized apartment.

"You can stay in my room. I'll take the couch." She pushed her bedroom door open. "And don't say no, I've slept on worse."

"So have I," He told her, but he had no idea Phantom had slept on worse than the couch or even in a bin. "I can-"

"Phantom no, please let me take the couch, you sleep on the bed. It's the least I can do since you saved me." Bruce hadn't noticed the lack of distance between him and her until their hands brushed.

Sighing, Phantom nodded. "Alright, I-" The sound of the apartment door opening stopped her mid-sentence. "That'll be my sister."

"Oh," Bruce had seen Phantom with a girl before, he thought she was a friend. "What's her name?"

"My name is Alex," Both turned around to find Alex leaning on the hallway wall with a smirk on her lips. "Phantom can I speak to you?"

Phantom excused herself and walked over to Alex, leaving Bruce to shower. "I'm sorry Alex, he was sleeping in a trash can! It was going to storm so I-"

"Relax sis," The youngest sister giggled. "I don't mind him staying here. It means I can perv on him." She wiggled her brows, causing Phantom to roll her eyes. 

"Okay, um, I've got to go back," Phantom whispered. "Back there,"

"W-what why?" 

"I've got to know if my parents are looking for me and if the rift is still open." She told her youngest sister without thinking if Bruce was listening, which he was. 

The young man's brows were pulled together as he held his ear against the wooden door, their words confusing him. Rift? He thought to himself, what rift?

Alex's brows mirrored Bruce's. "But I thought they wouldn't go there? You said no one with brains would ever go through Phantom Space." 

Phantom Space, the bridge between different dimensions. The place creatures who consume magic and eat people like Phantom; live and thrive. 

Phantom believed the only reason she made it through was that of luck. 

"Our mother did, I did." 

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