Sam started walking. She didn't care how late it was or where she was going. She kept think about the last words Danny had spoken before he died,

'Don't you dare hurt her! And who are you?'.

She couldn't believe he was actually gone. There was so much that she wanted to tell him, so much she wanted to do with him.

She never slept, ate anything or drank anything, and she never stopped walking. She was sure she had been walking for at least two days, if not, more. But she wasn't sure. It was nighttime and cold outside. Then it had started raining. Actually it was more than just rain, it was a storm. There was thunder and lightning and the rain was very cold. Sam suddenly tripped and fell. But she didn't get up. She didn't want to get up. She just lay there in the cold thunderstorm. She didn't care if she could get sick and die. She didn't care that she had cuts and bruises. She didn't care that she hadn't slept, ate, or drank anything for at least two days. She didn't care if her good clothes were slightly torn in some spots and were dirty. She didn't care anymore. Nothing made sense to her anymore.

Then she heard footsteps coming towards her. Before she knew it, there were black boots standing in front of her and an umbrella over her. The person bent down to eye level with her. Sam could barely see who it was. Her eyelids felt heavy and she was too emotionally and physically tired to do anything, say anything, or see anything. The person gently put their hand on Sam's face and ran it along her cheek. She liked the feel of it and she let her eyelids close. The person known as Vlad Masters picked up the tired and freezing cold girl in his arms and carried her back to his mansion. He was a little unsure at first when he saw her lying on the ground. He didn't know if it was a trap set by Danny or something else. Then again it couldn't be Danny because he was dead. Vlad had heard the news and was at Danny's funeral. He didn't want to admit it out loud or to anyone, but he truly was upset that Danny was dead. Yes, he had tried to hurt him in the past, but he never ever wanted to kill him. He looked down at Sam who was asleep in his arms. He never noticed before, but he actually thought she looked kind of pretty. The way the rain glistened off of her skin made her look like an angel, a fallen angel. Vlad shook his head. He really didn't need to be thinking those sort of things. He wondered though, how was she taking Danny's death? After all, they had been really close.

As Sam woke up she felt extremely tired. It was actually sort of hard to open her eyes at first, but they finally opened. She looked around and noticed that she was lying in a bed in a room she had never seen before. There was a damp washcloth on her forehead and she was curled up in a very heavy blanket. As she sat up her head started to spin. She moaned and put her hand to her head.

"Whoa, be careful now. You have a fever." A very familiar voice said.

She knew that voice. Then he appeared at the bedside.

"Vlad? Vlad Masters?" Sam said weakly.

"Shh. You need to rest. You're very tired and weak."

Vlad put a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back down on the bed. He made the blanket more comfortable for her and took the washcloth off of her head.

"But, where am I? Why are you here? Why am I here?" she asked still confused.

"Samantha, I will answer those questions later. But right now you need some sleep. As I said, you have a fever, and you are very tired and weak."

"Why should I trust you?"

"Because I saved your life. That's why." Sam couldn't argue with that. She adjusted herself in the large bed and soon fell asleep.

Vlad sighed in relief when Sam finally fell back asleep. He took the washcloth that he had taken off of her head and went into the bathroom that was inside the large bedroom. His bedroom. He ran some water on it and wringed it out. He went back into the bedroom and put the washcloth back on Sam's forehead.

"Sleep well, Samantha." He whispered as he gently put his hand on her cheek.

He saw her smile a small but noticeable smile. He smiled too and went back into the bathroom. He then took his suit jacket and the red bowtie off and unbuttoned his white shirt a little bit so that it exposed some of his well-toned chest. Then he took his whitish silverish hair out of its ponytail and brushed it out. After he brushed it he put it back into a ponytail. He went into his bedroom and grabbed and extra blanket from the closet. He sat down in a large leather chair and put the blanket on him. He made himself comfortable and fell asleep.