Disclaimer: I own only the plot and Samantha Harth.
Sam looked out the plane window. Below her, the Irish Sea was turning into the coast of Dublin. Soon she would be landing the Dublin airport. When she landed she would go to the Irish Inn. (A/N: I don't think this is a real place…) After she got to the Irish Inn, she would…
"Samantha?" chimed in a nervous voice.
"What is it, Angela?!" She snapped. Angela Pleasant was her 'mom' for the trip and her 'husband, Daniel, was her 'dad'. They were escorting Sam from Africa all the way to Ireland so she could attend a lovely boarding school. Now matter how much Sam pleaded, the Mistress wouldn't give in to letting her come alone. Apparently, fifteen was too young to be traveling alone and the Mistress wanted to rouse no suspicion. She had always been the paranoid type. Luckily though, the Mistress was permitting Sam to depart with her 'parental figures' when they reached Dublin.
"I-I just w-wanted you to know Th-that we are umm…" Angela stammered.
"Spit it out!" Sam was getting impatient. She wanted to have nothing to do with these two. They annoyed her SO much. All they did was cower, eat, and sleep. Humans were useless.
"We are almost I-in Dublin, Miss Harth!" she said this very quickly.
Sam glared at Angela, making Angela wish she was in the set of seats across the aisle with 'Mr. Pleasant'. "You interrupted my thinking for that!"
Angela didn't answer. She just exchanged a nervous glance with Daniel. As Sam saw this happen, she was overruled by joy. They were afraid of her! She loved scaring the humans into doing things. It was just so fun! She couldn't help it, she'd been created to cause humans and fairies pain.
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A little while later, Sam was waiting by that stupid little thing that spun around displaying the luggage. She grabbed her small black bag and headed for the door to start walking towards her hotel. She was going to have to walk everywhere since she didn't have a driver's license. The Mistress had offered to forge one for her, but Sam had said no. She regretted that choice.
When she got to the hotel, Sam walked to check-in desk. The man at the desk asked her name with a smile.
"Samantha Harth."
He looked her up in the computer and found her reservation. The man smiled once again and handed Sam the key-card to room 30-B.
Walking up the stairs, Sam noticed how busy this hotel was. Great. She had to spend her vacation with not only Artemis, but, like, a billion humans. She sighed. This was going to be a very long stay.
When Sam reached her room, she stuffed the key-card into the little slot and headed towards the bed. She was so tired. The mistress had woken her at 3am to get to the flight on time. Sam sighed as she realized that, before she could go to sleep, she needed to go hunting. She loved feeding on the blood of the innocent. Again, she couldn't help it.
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Since Sam had gone to bed at around twelve, she woke up at 4:34. She never slept for more than six hours during the night. She had absolutely nothing to do, so she went into the bathroom and smelled all of the fancy soaps and shampoos. She took the best smelling ones and took a long, hot shower. It was about six am when she got out, so she looked through one of those magazines that tells you what the hotel does. This one had so many wonderful things. Massage-er people, people that brought you food, they even had their own spa on the top floor! Sam loved the Irish Inn.
She decided, after a few minutes of difficulty, to choose the spa.
Six lower back massages, a seaweed wrap, and thirty minutes in a hot tub later, Sam looked out the window and saw that the sun was rising. She widened her eyes in horror and ran upstairs. She needed to be more vigilant if she was going to survive in Ireland.
When she arrived at her room, Sam hugged the wall all the way to her window and closed the blinds. She mentally scolded herself for being so reckless as she put on a thick coat of banana scented sunscreen. (A/N: Hey, it works for Dwarfs.)
Next, Sam called the Mistress.
"Did you find out where Artemis is going to be today?"
"Of course, Samantha." Here, the Mistress paused to smirk. "Juliet is dragging him to the mall to get Butler a birthday present."
"What time should I leave, Mother?"
"If you're walking, leave soon. Be at the Dublin mall by 8:00."
Sam sighed and hung up the phone. The mall was going to be filed with humans. She hated humans.
A/N: I hoped you enjoyed that… it took me forever to type it. I'm really slow at typing. xD Later!