BEHIND THESE CASTLE WALLS
She sat up, facing away from him. Dismayed by her actions, but also upset by what she had realized. That, sadly, was something to worry about tomorrow. Tonight she had loss control. Something she promised herself she would never do…..again.
He was quiet behind her. Not making any movements or murmurings. Which caused her to worry even more. She turned to face him and was astonished at what she was met with. He was….smiling at her. Grinning foolishly, like some child with a great secret. Sadly it was her secret he knew and was proud to have.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Sam asked, after studying his euphoric expression for a minute. "Smiling like what?" He asked, placing his hands behind his head. He could tell his relaxed presence unnerved her and he enjoyed that. "Like an idiot." She said harshly. Her insult didn't affect him. He leaned forward, into her face. So close he could smell his blood on her lips and his scent on her. "What are you?" Patrick's eyes were full of wonder. He stared at her like she was some work of art hung inside an extremely ancient museum. Her breath caught at the lingering of his eyes. His hand slipped behind her head, drawing her in. His lips touched hers, staining them with blood. "What are you?" He repeated, a little lower this time. So deep in his fascination. She pulled away. "I'm nothing. Nothing of your concern." Sam forced herself to keep a good distance from him. She didn't know why, but she had the intense urge to let him touch her like some newfound artifact, gently and cautiously. "Are you a vampire?" He said into the darkness between. This caused her to laugh, but it wasn't an amused laugh. It was more of an irritated one. Sam rolled her eyes and reached down to grab her clothes. "I'm not some fictional creature from a young adult romance novel. Vampires don't exist." She replied, pulling up her jeans. He looked confused and she knew more questions were to come. "You just drunk a good portion of blood from my neck. If you didn't stop you could've killed me. So what do you call someone like you? A fallen angel?" He joked, but her face became grave. "I would call myself cursed. A demon, a monster, but mostly upyr. An angel, I am not. Or could ever be." Images of a time long since past danced dismally inside her head. She closed her eyes pushed them away. "Are all of you like this?" He suddenly asked. Sam quickly looked back at him. "What do you mean all of us?" Her eyes darkened and she was no longer in a playful mood. "I mean your family. You kinda gotta have one, even if most of us wished they didn't exist." Patrick teased. Sam loosened up her tense posture and closed her eyes once more to keep the beast at bay. Laughing to herself helped, but really she didn't want Patrick to see how close she was to protecting those she loved. "I did a long time ago." Sam said slowly. Patrick pulled her in his arms. Letting her feel his erection. She smiled. "And now?" He asked, as his head dipped close into hers. "And now I'm all alone."
20 Years Ago. . .
The rain was pouring down hard. An onslaught pelted the top of her head and the back her neck. She didn't even wince when the hail hit her. Her feet didn't even touch the ground as she sprinted from the beach up the rocky hills straight to the servants' entryway of the kitchen. Sacha looked around desperately for something soft to place her small friend. Anything that could be useful was either beyond her reach or nowhere in sight. Finally she saw the slightly large cooked chicken laying atop of a soft bed of lettuce, surrounded by all sorts of steamed vegetables. It looked seasoned to perfection and savoring. She pulled a stool up to it. Climbing upon the very smooth surface and with no hesitation she lift the twelve pound chicken from it's bed. Tossing it aside to place the wounded black face sparrow in it's place. "Come on, Emir. Come on." Sacha willed the bird to live. He was strong and he was magnificent. Yet he couldn't fend off the attacks from Nikolas' coupled ravens, Tristan and Isolde. He lifted his tiny head at the sound of her voice. Old friends they were. She knew him since his egg hatched in a tree he was abandoned in when she was barely six. It was on their vacation in Marmaris, Turkey and from that day on she always promised to protect him. To never abandon him and to keep him safe. For just a moment she had hope for his survival and then a rock the size of a bear's paw crushed his skull.
"NO!" The young child cried, feeling as if all the wind had been knocked out her. Her eyes zoomed in on his little lifeless body, distraught. Then she looked up at his murderer to only find her older cousin standing over her. He stared back at her with aloofness.
"He was suffering. It's always better to end it then hope for anything else."
Sam couldn't think. She couldn't hear. All she could do was attack. Her tiny eight year old body leaped off the stool and onto Nikolas. He wasn't expecting her assault and was completely caught off guard. She was able to knock him to the ground, where her sharpened nails did all the damage. She clawed at his face like a feral cat. Not pausing once for a moment to catch her breath. She wanted to hurt him. Kill him even. She didn't even hear his pleas to stop. Everything had all gone black.
She didn't stop until her father pulled her off of him. "Young lady, what has come over you?" Stefan asked, in a stern voice. Then suddenly he went silent. Aghast by what he saw. His child's eyes were as black as the night sky. Her breathing was labored and her normal beautiful olive skin had gone wan. "What in the Apollyon is going on in here?" Mikkos wondered, upon entering the grand kitchen. Then he saw it too. "That can't be possible. She's merely a child. How can it be?" He thought aloud. Sam broke down and tears. Unmasking her anger and revealing her pain. Stefan cradle his child. Still holding onto the wave of shock that filled him. Nikolas watched on enviously, but also enthralled.
Present Day
His pelvis hit against hers as he thrusted deeper inside. Feeling her climax once again, but not stopping to cum together. His head was filled with noise and he needed the distraction.
His Sacha was back. No. She was never his. Not that he didn't want her to be.
She screamed out underneath him, obviously cumming again. She was exhausted and very dehydrated. So he gave in and released himself inside her. Still above her, his door burst opened. "What a sight this is, nephew?"
Nikolas rolled off his bedded conquest and faced his aunt Irina. He rolled his eyes at her unwanted appearance. "Have you heard of this new age thing called knocking? Or are you just that obtuse?" Nikolas retorted. His mood was foul and she wasn't helping. The woman in bed beside him drew the sheets over her face. Trying to conceal her identity. Nikolas rolled his eyes at her pathetic attempt. "Don't concern yourself, sister. I'm not here to relay your infidelity to your ignorant husband, but the look on his face when he does discover this, will be stupendous." Kris dropped the sheet. Shaking out her tangled ginger hair. She threw comforter hiding her body off of herself and stood. "No need for such formalities, Irina. We have never saw each other as anything, but rivals for an old man's affection." Kris gathered her things. Obviously ashamed by what Irina walked in on. Her lust for her nephew was a weakness. One she hoped to finally quell, but somehow her desire had her end up in his thrall. "Also your patronizing tone and insincere words do nothing for me. I know once you leave here you'll just go running to Pieter." Kris looked at her harshly. Irina was unfazed by Natasha's baby sister. She was by far the weakest out of them. A human sympathizer she was and a emotional one at that. The Covenant had been trying to silence the flaming hair beauty for some time now, but since she hadn't broken a law she had become untouchable. For now.
Kris started to walk pass Irina and her smile grew as she whispered, "I also already told Pieter you were screwin' Nikolas' like a bitch in heat before I got here. And I have to admit his face wasn't as stupendous as I hoped, but the anger was definitely there." Kris' nostrils flared, her face became a almost the same color as her hair, and she looked embarrassed. "He was also in the company of your darling twin girls. Such precious tender age seven is." Irina's smirk grew into a grin. Kris didn't say another word and stormed from the room. "Was that necessary?" Nikolas said, once she left. He grabbed his black buttoned up shirt and preceded to put it on. Irina walked further into the room. "Stop pretending as if you care. Let's forget the golden pussy and get to why I'm here." Irina said, lifting the panties Kris forgotten behind. "You think she'll want these?" Irina said, inhaling them. Nikolas grimaced.
"Get to why you're here and then leave. I have more important matters to tend to."
Irina shrugged and slid the black silk panties into her pocket. "I'm here on official Covenant business. They want you to leave their precious little Samantha alone." Irina said dully. Nikolas became amused. "Why would I do anything to my cousin? I'm the one next in line. She's nothing more than an unwanted distraction. She won't distract me though." Nikolas replied, making sure his voice sounded as dispassionately as possible. Irina of course didn't buy it, but had no choice other than to accept his words at face value. "Okay. Great. Then I can now report back to the Covenant and tell them all is well and no need to worry about the rising of a civil war." Irina turned to go. Then she stopped. Nikolas sighed. "You're not on the throne yet. So don't be too confident you'll ever be." Her words sat with him, but he wasn't upset. He knew that already. That's why he had a plan for Sam's ultimate downfall.
Molly sat up in her bed, staring at her empty balcony across from her. It was almost like it was beckoning her to it. She could no longer resist and crawled out of her bed and over to it. Her telescope was in its usual spot ready for her to begin using it. She placed her eye on the end and looked at what she so desperately yearned for.
The lights were so bright and the town was wide awake. Port Charles, New York, was luminous and unknown to Molly. That was because it was forbidden. No Cassadine was allowed to step foot inside the town. Any other part of New York? Sure, but PC was forbidden fruit. This just made it all the more alluring to her. She wanted to see what it was she wasn't allowed to. Taste it.
She knew a war had erupted between her people and the townsfolk. She also knew many had died and that it all started because of her older sister, Sam. She hate her for it, Krissy wanted her to. She just wanted to know what had caused such a tragedy.
Krissy stayed in the shadows looking in on the man through the large glass window. His forehead was creased, he seemed stressed over something and she had the odd sense to comfort him. She didn't though. She kept her presence unknown. He looked up and out of the window. His eyes passed over her direction and Kristina pressed her back against the cold brick wall. Concealing herself with the black obscurity of the night. She chewed her lower lip. Afraid he saw her, but then he looked back down at the papers before him. "You've come here almost every night for the past two years." The voice was low and right beside her. She didn't have to look to know who it was. "Hello, Milo." She said, turning away from the man behind the glass and walking away from her uninvited guest. "Why?" He asked, slowly following her. "Why what?" She stopped and this time she looked at him. He was a few years older than her. Handsome, but not very bright. He let her stalk in peace knowing she didn't come to bring any harm to his boss. Her ambiguity is what enticed him. She could see it in his eyes. He wanted to know who the girl in the shadows was, but sadly he would never know. Kristina barely knew who she was.
"Why do you come here? What do expect will happen?"
She released a deep sigh. She didn't know. His questions are ones she had asked herself on many occasions. She had risked her life so many times sneaking out the house to come here and it was all for what? "Nothing." She finally said. "Don't worry. This is my last night here. I just came to see him one last time before my life was different. I won't be bothering you anymore." This time she didn't stop walking. She let the night carry her into town. Into a place she was never suppose to enter.
The Haunted Star
The music was upbeat and the alcohol was flowing. So many young people in one place. Kristina loved it. Hiding amongst those in her age group while they stuffed whatever they could fit up their nose, drunk whatever alcohol that numbed the pain the fastest, and fucked whoever was willing enough to give it up. She observed and listened. No one knew who she was or where she had come from. She kept to herself and no one bothered her. She was normal. Then he came, like he always did. "Hello, Michael." He pulled her from the shadows. Forcing her to stand in the light. She didn't mind. They wouldn't be here for long. His blood is what she craved and to feel desired is what he yearned for. Two halfs of a fucked up whole.
Maya massaged her temples. Lucky was a mess. A drunken mess. He sat on their couch with a flask in one hand and the remote in the other. "Do you want to go out to eat tonight? Do you want to do anything?" She asked exasperated. He ignored her as usual. Never budging an inch. Getting fed up Maya gave up. "Fine, Lucky. You can sit on this couch and pout for the rest of your life. See if I give a damn." She grabbed her bag and left. Feeling some relief when she was finally outside and away from the depressing atmosphere.
Lucky just sunk deeper into the depression. Not bothering to go after her. She was better off without him, but for some reason she stayed. She was by his side fighting for him. He didn't understand why. Was her love for him that great?
Suddenly a manila envelope slid underneath the crack in his door. Was it Maya leaving a letter to finally be rid of him? He wouldn't blame her. He had been nothing, but a disappointment for the past few days. At first he didn't even bother to go see, then curiosity got the best of him like it does for us all. It wasn't a letter from Maya. On the front a weird symbol was stamped onto it. Two beasts were locked in battle, neither seemed to be victorious, but in control. Lucky opened it and inside was a small white card that read:
You have been warmly invited to join us at a feast on October 3.
The docks will hold further information.
House Krsnik anticipates your arrival.
Once again curiosity consumed him.
Blue Moon Motel
She hooked her bra back on. Pulling her shirt over her head. "Why are you leaving me? The night is still young and I still have so many questions." He said, grabbing her wrist softly. She let him hold onto her for a second before slipping from his grasp. "Have you ever heard the saying, 'curiosity killed the cat'?" She stood, pulling back up the jeans she had peeled off for the second time that night. The neon blue light from outside danced across her skin as it blinked on and off. "I have, but have you ever heard, 'a growing boy must be fed'?" Patrick countered, staring up into her dark brown eyes. She laughed. "I think you've done all the eating you need for tonight." Patrick licked his lips and could quite possibly disagree with that statement, but he didn't want to piss her off. "I shouldn't be here. What are we doing?" Sam questioned aloud. It was directed more toward herself than to him. It didn't stop him from responding though. "We're having a good time and I would like to believe we're getting to know each other." He was charming and sexy. She liked him, but this was dangerous territory she was treading. She knew this and for some reason she was doing it anyway.
"Those who cannot remember the past, are condemned to repeat it." Sam quoted.
She closed her eyes and let her vivid and vibrant memories flood her. "I remember my past so clearly. I refuse to ever repeat it." She spoke softly.
Her words struck a chord with him. Bringing up past memories of his own. Ones he would very much like to keep buried.
He reached out and tugged a thick strand of her hair. "You are the creator of your future. Thus meaning you and only you are in charge of how it turns out." Patrick said, with a soft smile. Contagious it was, she smiled too. Then it disappeared as swiftly as it came. "You should fear me. I should cause you a great amount of unease. Did you just forget how we ended up here?" She met his eyes to let him know she was being serious. He stared back unflinchingly. "I didn't forget. I wonder about you, but I'm not afraid." Sam dropped her eyes. Disconcerted by his honesty. This was new to her. Not unheard of but unfamiliar for her at least. She had never experienced a human so at ease with what she was and with the unknown of it all. She swallowed the lump that sat tightly in her throat. She raised her head to meet his eyes once more and said, "What if I told you I killed my cousin's son? He was no more than a child. How would you feel then?"