sammansonrepilica, yeah, he may not be human at all, but what does that make him?
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Sam lay in her bed, her eyes still open as she stared up at the ceiling, her mind going back to those words... those things that Danny had said only hours ago.
You're so gullible! I never wanted a child!
Sam rolled over on her side, her eyes shutting against the words that echoed around her mind. He had always been nice! Never had he ever said such words to her! Danny had filled her head with lies and now her mind was... No, Danny had never said anything about their child, he had never implied that Chris had not wanted a child!
Why did you wait?! You could have had the baby aborted, but now it's not an option!
Shaking Sam found herself back in that car, the night they had been struck and killed. She hadn't really thought of that moment, the real moment in that car, had she? It had just been her mind trying to keep her sane as she fought the issues. There had been so many issues and she had blocked them all from her mind...
They had been together for a long time and in that time sex hadn't really been something big for the pair of them if at all. Chris seemed so withdrawn and uninterested. She had thought that he had been being a gentleman, but no, she had found out that he just didn't want her. She had become withdrawn at that moment, but had stuck with him since she figured that was as good as it was going to get, until one night she had been dreaming about Danny and being with him as she had always wanted to be. It had felt so real and then she had awoken to find Chris on top of her, having sex with her. She had almost pushed him off, but it had felt good at first; when she had been imagining that it was Danny with her instead of her estranged husband.
That was when it had happened. That had to be because that had been the first time in months that they had been intimate When she had found out she had kept it to herself, unsure of what to do. She wanted the child, but at the same time she wasn't sure about how Chris would feel about it as he had been so for them having babies and yet failed to try and get her pregnant. About three months into her pregnancy, that being the cut off for abortions she had called his parents and had informed them of a surprise that they would be giving them when they saw them for their regular dinner visit. His parents hadn't seemed too excited, but Sam had figured they didn't really like her because even though she was part of their circles, she wasn't proper. Hours before they were to head out Chris had received a call, one that he hadn't given her any information about. After that he had left, leaving her alone.
Hours later when it would have been the time for them to go Sam sat on the porch, a black blouse that hung loose on her and a black pair of slacks covering her shaking form. She had been so mad at that point, so tired of all the shit her husband was giving her and then he had pulled up, the tires on his sports car squealing in the night. She had stormed over to him, her lips turned in a scowl as she stepped up to him, the darkness hiding his own face from view.
"Where the fuck were you?!" she cried out at the closed door, the red driver door opening, but Sam didn't take in his appearance as she was upset at him. "We have to leave now if we want to make it on time to your parents' home!" Chris stepped out, his eyes narrowed and his breath reeking of alcohol as he towered over her. Sam felt a flicker of fear as she looked up at him, but blew it off as he was her husband and would never hurt her.
She was wrong as his hands flew out to grasp her upper arms in a rough grip, his nail cutting into her skin as his fingertips left marks. He laughed then, a dry emotionless laugh as he pulled her toward him.
"Samantha, dear dear Samantha, you are so gullible or maybe you're just so lonely..." he faded off as he picked her up and forced her into his arms as he forced his mouth down on hers, making her taste the nastiness of his mouth and his drinks for the evening. Sam began to fight him as fear took over. He shoved her against the car hood, the heat from the engine burning her through her clothing.
"Ow," she whimpered. "You're hurting me." He smirked down at her, his hand releasing her while the other continued to hold her in place. She couldn't tell what he was doing, but when he pulled out some duct tape she had a clue this was about to go down hard. Her amethyst orbs grew huge and she tried to scream but he was too fast as he smacked her, the sound of her neck snapping loud in her own ears.
"I was planning on killing you anyway, but it was to be later, you know, after your parents died and left you their wealth," he confided as he pulled the tape tight across her mouth. "The problem was how long they were going to be around and then I figured I would have them killed, you know place a hit out on them." Sam began to struggle, her feet kicking out and managing to knock him back from her. It gave her seconds to react as she rolled over, her hands coming out to push herself up and off the car... Unfortunately she had not been quick enough as he reached out, his hand fisting in her long raven locked before yanking her back.
"Bitch!" he hissed as he backhanded her, his handprint that was left behind burning her skin. "Guess I need to teach you a lesson." He yanked her toward the passenger seat, his movements hindered with the alcohol that was in his system. Shoving her into the seat he quickly buckled her in, more tape used to keep the buckle on her. As she struggled to free herself as well as remain conscious from his sudden beatings he hopped into the driver seat where a bottle of dark liquid lay. Picking it up he placed it between his legs as he started the car. "Oh, and I thought you knew the rules of this relationship and one rule is that you never call my parents!" Throwing the car in reverse the car flew back, tires squealing bringing some of their neighbors out to investigate.
Danny rushed to Sam's house, certain that something bad was about to happen to the Goth who unknowingly had married something otherworldly! As he rushed toward the house he looked around, keeping his eyes open for anything that would alert him to possible danger. What he got was more than that because as he looked before him now he could see a large black dome that was growing and expanding over Sam's home, the crackling of energy heard from miles away as electricity flickered over it. It was an ominous sight and he could feel the darkness coming from it.
"I'm coming Sam!" he yelled as the sounds of screams filled his ears. He looked down to watch in horror as the dome that was growing hit people, most of them sucked in while others tried to run. The ones that were sucked into the darkness let out screams of pain before they disappeared into the gloom that was in the dome. The halfa had to help those people that were rushing out, but at the same time he knew that would be fruitless without destroying the dome first since it was going out in all directions. Agonizing over the decision he decided that he needed to stop the source of the evil dome in order to help the people that were trapped in it so rushing forward entered the darkness, a heaviness coming over him as he was forced to the ground.
It was like gravity was stronger in the dome, his body hitting the ground with agonizing force knocking the breath out of his lungs. As Danny struggled to stand Sam struggled to get past what her own past...
They drove for what felt like forever and as they drove Sam struggled, the belt locked into place with the tape, holding her in like child in highchair, but the real question was that once she was free what was she going to do then?! They were speeding on the main streets, not a cop in sight and she wasn't sure that they weren't going to cause a wreak with him being as drunk as he was. As he turned a corner, the car swerving into the oncoming lane for a split second the man in the driver's seat pulled the lid off of his drink, guzzling more of the foul smelling liquid. The Goth could still taste it in her mouth and with the tape still covering her mouth she had no way of spitting it out so it continued to linger, her morning sickness coming into play.
It was a miracle as he looked at her and noticing her green color cursed before ripping the tape off of her lips with a loud whimper coming from her freed lips. "Stupid woman. I need you to live until I get you to the sight I want to kill you at." The Goth frowned at him and taking that moment with her distraction he reached down, grabbing a bottle of water, concern in his eyes. "Have a drink, I am sure that the taste of vomit is most unpleasant " She looked at him as if he had grown a second head, her eyes untrusting as she eyed the water. "Fine, I was o-" he was interrupted as she took the bottle, her fingers working to open it and smell the liquid inside.
When she was sure that it was just water she took a drink, the cool substance making her sigh in relief. "Why are you doing this?" As he began to turn again, another long stretch of road ahead of them he gave her the answer.
"Because this is what I live for, what keeps me alive, Samantha, but a child was never in the cards. Why did you wait?! You could have had the baby aborted, but now it's not an option!" Sam shrunk away from him, fear the only feeling in her bones at the moment. "How could you even conceive?!"
"Because I was fertile when you had sex with me," she returned. "I never said I couldn't have children." He glared at the road, his eyes flashing so dark that Sam was sure she had seen an illusion or her mind was playing games with her. "Why would you ask that?" She was curious and he seemed reluctant and yet happy to tell her, it was just a matter of which side won out.