-1I was thinking about the movie, "The Exorcism of Emily Rose", and thought what Peter would have done to save a girl who was diagnosed with something. Well, here it is! Please read and review, and no flames, please. Peter X OC. Not Emily!

By the way, Peter's back in our world! YAY! (For now)

Chapter 1

So many bloodcurdling screams. So many faces…hunting for her. Demons to be exact. What has she done to make them so mad? Why Samantha Felting?

Her secret needed to be kept secret. Only at night shall her seeing begin. She needed someone to help her. Someone who wouldn't care if she had an illness. Who?

It was pouring rain, and Samantha burst out of her home, screaming in horror. They were after her, seeking to destroy her, for no reason. It was just like that. She wore a white polo, a black mini skirt, white stockings, only up to her knees, black shoes, and a black tie.

Samantha screamed, horrified, without anyone helping. Thunderbolts crashed, just making the scene worst. Many unfortunate events have happened for her. The demons killed her mother, and her father was murdered ; by her. The demons possessed her, making it look like she did it. She can't control herself. She can't live her life the way she wants to.

Samantha ran, trying to run away from those monsters. The night was so dark, making her lose balance, and tripped. Samantha turned sharply, "seeing" a black demon about to strike her. She screamed again, but this time someone did help her.

A boy about 16 ran towards her, concerned why she was screaming. "Are you okay?" He asked fretful. He had a British accent, so Samantha knew he was born around here.

The boy looked into her brown eyes. They were full with fear, and misery. Her vision returned, making a tree look back at her, and wanting to kill.

She screamed again, facing the tree. Her shriek scared the boy. He thought for a moment, then carried her into the house.

Samantha had gone unconscious, with all the faces of concerns. There was a teenage girl, a 12 year old boy, and an 8 year old female. "What's wrong?" Asked the eldest female. "I don't know. She screamed when she looked at an old tree, then went unconscious!"

The 16 year old boy put Samantha on the couch. Both teens were soaked. "What are you going to do?" Asked the little girl. "I don't know that, either. I guess, we take care of her." He sat beside her, waiting for her to wake up.

Samantha fluttered her eyes open. She gasped when she saw a boy leaning over her. He smiled. "Are you okay?" Samantha nodded. "I'm Peter Pevensie." Samantha smiled. "I'm Samantha Felting. Err, why am I here?" She asked.

"You screamed so many times, I went to check out what it is, and found you lying on the ground, screaming at nothing."

Samantha narrowed her eyes. "There was something! There was a man, with a silver hook! Didn't you see him?" Peter shook his head. "I'm sorry, Samantha. There was nothing. The creepy part was that you screamed at a tree!"

"It stared at me. Those eyes -AAAHH!" Samantha screamed, when a boy had entered the room. He jumped. "What is happening?" He asked. Samantha panted. Tears were forming, as if something was going to get her. She screamed one more time, and tried to cover her face. Peter stared at her. All of a sudden, a deep scratch had formed on Samantha's cheek.

Samantha fell back, with her hand on her cheek. It stung, so badly. The fear disappeared and she relaxed. "What just happened?" Peter requested, with his eyes open wide. "That same man! He came to get me!"

Peter stood up, very concerned. "There was no man! It was just Edmund, coming in." "No, it wasn't. Someone appeared in front of me, and scratched me."

Peter moved her hand, and looked at the cut. "It's deep, but it'll heal." A tall girl came in. "I heard a scream. What was it about?" Peter looked at her. "It was Samantha."

The girl came towards Samantha, and introduced herself. "Hello. I'm Susan Pevensie, and this is Edmund, and Lucy."

"I'm Samantha Felting. I don't mean to be rude, but I don't really think your brother can see, what I'm seeing." Susan looked at Peter. "What is she talking about, Peter?" She asked.

"I don't think it's me. I think it you, Samantha. Susan, she's seeing things, I don't know what, like a man with a hook, and a tree with a freighting face, coming to get her." Samantha frowned, knowing what he meant.

Susan looked at the upset Samantha. "Are you, okay?" She asked slowly. "Peter's right. He's not the one with the problem ; I am." Edmund looked confused. "What do you mean?"

Samantha closed her eyes. "I'm possessed by demons. I can see them, and feel. I know who's going to die. They use me. I've killed. I've betrayed. But they weren't me. It was them! Nobody believes me, ever! I'm a stupid puppet, used for murder! I'm a serial killer! I'm wanted!"

Peter was frozen dead. Samantha being a killer? No. That couldn't have been. "Who have you killed?" He asked, cautiously. "My parents. But they it wasn't me! Those demons have haunted me since I was 5! I cannot control my life ; MY OWN!" Samantha broke to tears.

He black hair covered her face. Samantha looked outside of the window. She screamed, so loud. Peter jumped. More tears have fallen, she started heavy breathing, and screamed again. Peter took her arm, making Samantha look at him. She screamed louder.

WHAT HAPPENED? HIS EYES ARE ALL WHITE, WITH HUGE FANGS! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!