Her legs felt weak and stiff. She couldn't get up, but she had too. She couldn't just sit here in blood. Her mind wasn't working, her thoughts came as jumbled fleeting images that not even she could understand. What was happening to her? When she tried to stand her legs gave in and she collapsed back into the blood, but this time falling backwards and hitting her head. She wanted to cry, but eyes wouldn't let her. Her throat was sore, nose stuffed up, and her eyes bloodshot red. She sat back up and fished for her phone in her pocket. Who would she call? The police? NO! That was a terrible idea. How would she be able explain this? She couldn't. They would know she was guilty or wouldn't give a shit to prove her innocence. She had no one….no...that wasn't true. She had someone. He would help her. Wouldn't he?

Present Day

The storm broke at exactly 5:24 am. Standing outside felt like it was a completely different universe from being cooped up inside Wyndemere. Sam stood just outside the front door, taking in all the fresh air she could get. Her night spent here was perplexing and giving her some restless questions. She knew the nagging feeling that something wasn't right with Nikolas, but he was always so tormented. That wasn't something she should get all worked up about. There wasn't anything to be fretful about. So Sam dropped it and putting all her questions in the back her head until they vanished altogether. "You ready?" Molly asked, her and Kristina came out the door. Molly had a arm full of books and Kristina had some as well. "What do you have there?" Sam said, rubbing her fingers along the worn out exterior. The spine was barely holding onto the yellow duty pages and looked as if at any moment it would disintegrate if you pressed to hard. "Well, Ms. Book Worm, over here practically begged Nikolas to let her borrow a few books. Here I was thinking a few was one or two and now I'm carrying about six. Not even adding the ones in her hands." Kristina whined. Molly glared at her. "I can't help that I'm fascinated about our family history as well as some unheard of published works of literature." Molly said defensively. Sam smiled and grabbed the a few from Kristina. "Happy now?" Sam said to Kristina. Kristina smiled and bowed slightly. "My arms truly appreciate it." Molly rolled her eyes and walked forward with Kristina following. "Wait isn't mom coming?" Sam said. Kristina stopped at the top of steep hill and looked over her shoulder. "She said she was, but if she wasn't back in time to go ahead without her." Sam looked back at the door, wondering what was holding her mother up, but didn't think for too long. She followed Kristina and Molly to the dock, excited to get home to Patrick.

Nikolas leaned against the large bay window, staring up at the clear light blue skies. The clouds had dispersed and were no longer a dark angry grey. Nikolas mood was uplifted, so much he couldn't sleep. She felt it, he thought to himself. He could feel her pull towards him, like that of a moth to a flame, but that analogy, as cliché as it was, was also not entirely true. See in this she was the flame, who unconsciously, had been pulling him closer and closer into the depths of her heat. She was as radiant and as painful to look at as the sun. The closer he got to the searing pain of her impalpable beauty, the more it hurt. The pain wasn't a drawback though, it actually made the whole situation that more enticing.

Alexis watched her nephew closely from the doorway. He was distracted by his thoughts, that much was obvious, but he was also….different somehow. He looked lighter than he had seemed before. How could a night change one so drastically? He of course still had his issues, but today was a new day, and they seemed a lot less burdensome. "So I'll be leaving. How are you this morning? Not hunger over I see." Alexis said, after lightly tapping the open door to gain his attention. Nikolas turned to face her, giving her a soft smile. "So soon? What, is having the joys of Helena's company too overwhelming?" Nikolas teased. Alexis smiled and walked over to him, pulling him into a warm hug. "You know I love you, right? All I ever want is the best for you." She said, while still in their embrace. Nikolas nodded his head. "Yes, I know that. I very much appreciate it." Nikolas said. Alexis released him and looked him over. Caressing his face, she smiled and then headed for the door. "Have a safe ride back." Nikolas said as she left. Pleased by her departure. He now had to deal with his grandmother. How was he going to handle this bitch?

Helena was having a drink when he found her in the main living room. "Still here I see." Nikolas said. Helena looked up from her drink to smile. It was a sweet loving smile, like a grandmother should have. Her smile was cold, harsh and smug. That's really all she was, well that and pure unadulterated evil. He knew from years of experience to never trust her. "Isn't it a bit early to be drinking?" He didn't care if drank. He actually wished, no prayed, she would die from alcohol poisoning. One less problem for him. "Coming from you? The staff have told me you're running through bottles of wine like they're nothing more to you than tap water. So what is it my dubious grandson? What are you hiding?" She was lurching forward ready for him to spill and all he did was laugh at her. "If I was hiding something, which I'm not, you would be the absolute last person I would tell. No scratch that, you wouldn't even make these list." Nikolas said harshly. Helena sat back and took a sip of her drink. "For someone not hiding something, you sure do keep odd company. Jerry Jax rings any bells? Helena wanted to see a reaction from him to confirm her suspicions, but he didn't even blink at the name. "Jerry Jax? I haven't heard from that murderous thief since I heard he extorted millions from Port Charles residents for a cure to the water supply that he contaminated. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?" Nikolas said, staring at her intently. She looked shocked by his obvious accusation. "I wasn't even in Port Charles at that time, but I bet you wish I was so I could have suffered like the rest of them. Probably would've prayed for my untimely demise." She said. Which did nothing to his unwavering belief she was in fact involved. If something catastrophic was happening in Port Charles it was either her or Jerry Jax. The real plagues to this city. "Oh grandmother, I pray for that everyday. One of these days my prayers will be answered. Hopefully soon." Nikolas meant every word and anticipated Helena's death like a child did for

Christmas morning.

Sam quietly unlocked the door, making sure not to make any noise. It was the crack of dawn and the kids would be up soon, but not before then, if she had her way. The curtains were closed, making the room almost as dark as Wyndermere was. Her skin went cold at the thought of someone grabbing her….well that wasn't true. She was still feeling Nikolas' hands on her, tightly bounding her to his chest. She couldn't understand why he did it. The heat from his breath flashed through her mind and she didn't know why. He was of course drunk. His actions weren't that of a sober man with a thinking conscious, but….but a part of her was afraid that his actions weren't that of inebriated man. But of a man filled with lust. Sam jumped at the sound of a throat clearing. "I didn't even hear you come in." A gruff broken voice came from the round breakfast table in the corner. Holding her a hand over her rapidly beating heart Sam squinted into the darkness. "Patrick?" She called. He pulled back the curtain, bringing some much needed light into the living room. He sat at the table, sinking further and further into the chair. His face was grave and his eyes blank as paper. "What's the matter? What happened?" Sam said rushing over to him immediately. She felt his face and ran her hands through his beautiful ebony hair. "Is it the kids? Danny...Emma...are they…" He caught her off before she could finish. "They're fine. Everyone is fine." He said sternly. Somehow that statement didn't make her feel any better. His face wouldn't let up and it caused her to become even more distressed. "Babe, what is it?" She asked sitting across from him. She grabbed his hand in hers and held it. He looked at their clasped hands and back up at her. "A patient of mines was found dead last night. They say it was a stroke. I'm not sure about all the details. I had been treating her for nearly eight years and now...she's just gone." His voiced cracked at the end. Sam stood and pulled his head against her chest and just held him. Not knowing what to say or what to do, so she just stood there and held her broken fiancé as he silently mourned the loss a patient, and maybe a friend. Her arms not faltering once. They stayed like that for what could've been thirty minutes to an hour. She didn't know and didn't care. All she cared about was comforting Patrick and all he cared about was her loving arms holding him as he held back tears.

She hummed as she dragged the shovel from inside the little house, on the edge of the banks of Spoon Island, to just directly 30 yards behind it.

O' Death, O' Death, O' Death

Won't you spare me over

til another (year….)

She didn't count her spaces. She just kept her feet moving dragging the shovel behind her. She would've taken cared of this last night if it wasn't for the storm. But today was a new day and with new days brought new beginnings.

But what is this I can't see

With ice cold hands taking

hold of me

The shovel wasn't that heavy, but the longer she dragged it the more she felt blisters forming. Who knew this would be so much work?

When God is gone and the Devil

takes hold,

Who will have mercy on your soul

She finally made it to the hole she had dug an hour ago. Her sweat and blood poured into this sweet resting place suitable for a king. She looked at her handy work and really admired it. Damn she was good and quick.

O' Death, O' Death,

(O' Death… O' Death…)

The hole was deep enough, but it didn't look wide enough for the body. Which was quite large, but that wasn't issue. She picked up the sledgehammer and walked over to the white sheet. With nothing, but her heightened adrenaline she brought the end down on the head breaking the skull instantaneously. It was like hearing the sound of a thousand porcelain figurines shatter, with a little more crunch to it. Blood splattered the white sheet she wrapped it in. Not wasting time she did the same thing to the legs.

No wealth, no ruin,

no silver, no gold

Nothing satisfies me but your soul

(O' Death…)

Well I am Death, none can excel

I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell

She threw the body in without a second thought. It hit the dirted ground with a heavy thud. The sheet came a bit unraveled exposing it's hand. She laughed. "Why are you being so fucking difficult? I dug you a beautiful grave, didn't I?" She sighed at it's lack or response. "Fine. I'll plant some flowers. Happy now?" She said, jumping into the grave and repeatedly stomping on it's hand. Then shoving it back inside the sheet.

O' Death (O' Death…)

My name is Death

and the end is here….