When Sam woke up she was surprised to find Vlad sleeping soundly in a chair. She slowly sat up with no problem at all. She noticed that the large bed she was in was slightly wet. She knew she didn't wet the bed. She then remembered that she had been lying in the rain when Vlad supposedly saved her. She wondered though, why he even saved her. She saw a pair of pajamas lying at the foot of the bed. They were a pair of black pajama pants, and a red quarter length sleeved shirt. She looked down at the clothes she was wearing, which were wet, torn and dirty. Anything would be better than that. She grabbed the pajamas and walked over to the bathroom. But before she could do anything she had to do one thing. She walked over to Vlad with the pajamas still in hand. She laid them on the floor. Then she waved a hand in front of Vlad's face. Nothing happened.
"Well, hopefully he's not a pervert." She quietly said as she walked back over to the bathroom.
"I can hear you, you know." Vlad suddenly said.
Sam jumped and turned around. She saw that Vlad still had his eyes closed and was in the same position as before.
"Weren't you…I thought…I thought you were asleep?" she said in embarrassment.
"I was, but I woke up just before you did. And I'm not a pervert. I'm going to stay right here." He still had his eyes closed.
"Ok. Sorry to bother you." she said as she went back into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She undressed and got the shower ready.
As the warm water soaked Sam, she just stood there for a while, too pleased with the warmness to do anything. But she soon cleaned herself. The whole time she was scared that Vlad was watching her with his ghost powers.
Once she was done she turned the water off and stepped out of the tub. She opened a cabinet and found a towel. She dried herself off and put her black lacy bra and her black lace underwear on. When she was about to search for her pajamas that had been picked out for her she noticed that they weren't in the bathroom. She had left them out in the bedroom. She cursed under breath as she went to the door. She cracked it open a bit and checked to see if Vlad was still in the room. She was relieved when she saw that he wasn't. She went into the bedroom and started looking for her pajamas. She was about to go to the other side of the room when suddenly Vlad came in. For some reason she just stood there. When Vlad turned around he couldn't believe what he saw. He saw Sam in just a bra and underwear. Sam had a late reaction and turned bright red, as did Vlad. She ran to the bathroom and left the door open just a crack. She poked her head out and glared at him, both still bright red.
"What are you doing?!" she said.
"I could ask you the same thing, Samantha."
"I was getting the pajamas I found because I left them out there." She pointed to the pajamas on the floor.
"I couldn't remember if I had towels in there or not. So I was bringing some up."
Vlad said as he set the towels on the bed and picked up the pajamas. He walked over to the bathroom door and handed them to Sam. Sam took them and shut the door behind her. She quickly put them on and came out of the bathroom. Vlad couldn't help but think that the bra and underwear complemented Sam very well, as did the pajamas.
"Now, I have some questions that need to be answered, remember?" she said.
"Yes. I did say that I would answer your questions."
Sam sat down on the bed and Vlad sat down on the leather chair.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"You are in my bedroom in my mansion in Wisconsin."
"I walked all the way to Wisconsin? Wow!"
"You walked here?"
"Well, I wasn't necessarily walking to your mansion. I just started walking and I tripped and that's where you came in. How and why did you save me?"
"I was walking too, but just a stroll around my mansion, and I saw you lying on the ground. I didn't know it was you until I got closer and I carried you inside my mansion. I don't really know why I saved you, I just did. You could have gotten sick and died."
"Oh. Well thank you. Sorry about your bed. My clothes got it a little wet."
"No, it's fine. I can just change the sheets."
They sat there in silence for a while. Sam couldn't help but noticed that Vlad was dressed less than usual. All he had on was a pair of black suit pants and a white button up shirt that was exposing most of his chest. They took the moment to observe each other. Vlad noticed that Sam had grown her pure black hair out just a little bit and her body had grown in more ways than one (wink-wink). Her eyes were a violet color with eyeliner around them, her nails were painted a dark red color that was almost black, and her skin wasn't too pale, but it wasn't too tan. Sam saw that Vlad's face hadn't aged much and that he still had the little mustache on his chin and still had his hair at the same length as usual. Suddenly their eyes met and neither of them looked away for a while. They both thought each other's eyes were beautiful and mesmerizing.
Sam blushed and looked away, trying her hardest not to smile. Vlad noticed this and cleared his throat.
"Yes, well, do you have any more questions for me?" he said shifting a bit on the couch.
"Uh, no I don't think so."
"You know, you don't look to well."
"I don't feel that well either."
"Come here." Sam whipped her head around.
"What?" she said.
"I'm not going to hurt you. Just come here. I want to see if you still have a fever."
"Oh."
Sam got off of the bed and went over to Vlad. He patted the open space next to him on the couch. Sam awkwardly sat down. Vlad gently put his hand on her forehead. She was still very warm, but better than the night before. He then noticed that her violet eyes were shinning brightly. Brighter than usual. There was also no light really for them to be shinning in. Sam couldn't believe how gentle and warm his hands were. She never imagined that the half ghost villain Vlad could be so gentle and kind. She kind of liked it and was slightly attracted to it. She winced and turned her head to look out the window. Vlad took his hand away from her head and gave her a concerned look.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" he asked trying to follow her gaze out the window.
He saw that it was still raining, but not storming anymore.
"No. It was just the opposite." Sam quietly said.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. I think I just need…" suddenly a searing pain shot through her and especially in her arm where she had been nicked by Azarath.
She yelped and fell over onto Vlad as tears started forming in her eyes from the pain. She held her arm with her hand. Vlad had no idea what was wrong with her; she was fine one minute and then the next she was laying on him in pain.
"Tell me what hurts." He said calmly.
"My whole body…my arm."
Vlad gently removed her hand from her arm, lifted her sleeve up, and saw a large wound that was somewhat bleeding.
He picked her up and laid her on his bed. He went to the bathroom and grabbed some gauze, bandage wraps, and some ointment. He set them on the bedside table and started cleaning Sam's wound.
"This might hurt." He warned her.
As he cleaned it, he thought it looked strange. Once he was done he wrapped the bandages around her wound and tied them off. Sam still seemed to be in some pain but it was a lot better than before.
"What happened to your arm?" Vlad asked.
"I think I got nicked by Azarath's ecto-blast. I had ran in between him and Danny. But I was…too late." Vlad could see the sadness in her eyes.
"Describe this Azarath guy for me please." He said with curiosity.
"He had pale skin, blood-red eyes, a mixture of black and white hair pulled back like how yours is now, pointed ears with a small gold hoop in the left one, long sharp fangs, he wore a 1700's or 1800's white shirt, a red wrap thing around his waist, black pants and boots, and a red cape."
"I've heard the name somewhere, but he doesn't ring a bell. You'll have to keep an eye on your arm. I don't know how bad it is."
"Thank you for helping me."
"You're very welcome, dear."
They smiled at each other and it was quiet for a while. But Vlad broke the silence.
"I'll need your clothes so I can wash them. I'll be taking you home tonight."
Sam's smile faded quickly. She did not want to go back home where everyone would be giving her those looks, and where all the reminders were. Vlad walked to the bathroom and picked up her still wet and dirty clothes. He started leaving the room.
"Vlad, wait! I don't wanna…" she said as she scrambled out of the bed and ran after him.
Vlad turned around just as Sam ran into him, knocking the clothing out of his hands. Both her and him bent down to pick them up. As they reached for the same piece of clothing their hands touched, sending an electrifying, shocking chill up both of their spines. They quickly pulled their hands away, both turning red. They stood up.
"Uh, sorry." They said at the same time.
"What was it you were saying?" Vlad said.
"I was saying that I want to talk to you."
"Oh, ok."
"Here, I'll help you with my clothes."
"Well then, if you will follow me, I will take you to the laundry room."
Sam followed Vlad to a room that was down a flight of stairs and in the back of the castle like mansion. Sam couldn't believe how big the mansion was. Once they had the laundry going, Vlad leaned against the dryer and crossed his arms over his chest, making his position look very seductive and attractive. Sam stood about two feet or so in front of him.
"What do you want to talk about?" Vlad said.
"Well, about me going home. I really don't want to go back."
"Why not?"
"Because. I've seen the looks people get from other people when someone has died, and there're too many reminders of him. Of what could have been. I'll loose my mind of have that many reminders." Sam had felt fresh warm tears staining her face.
"So I was wondering if I could stay here for a while?" she continued.
Vlad didn't know what to say. He understood Sam's perspective, but he didn't know if he wanted her to stay.