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Summary: Freddie goes missing one night, and Sam finds him the next day, bloody and laying unconscious on the ground. But then he starts acting strange, avoiding the sun and Sam at all costs.

Chapter Summary: Sam has a strange dream about Freddie.

Warnings: Character death [sorta], cursing, mild sexual situations, oocness, OCs (original characters).

Disclaimer: iCarly does not belong to me. Why would I be writing fanfiction if it was?

iHave Been Bitten
Chapter 9: iDream of Freddie

Freddie sighed and eventually left the room that he had been standing in for a while, not wanting to be spotted by Carly. He thankfully escaped Carly's apartment without seeing Carly or Spencer, though he could smell Sam's scent still in the house. He simply rolled his eyes when he saw the fridge door open, and opened the door, taking his leave.

Sam's head peaked out from behind the fridge, and frowned. The door was open. She walked back into Carly's room to find Freddie gone and scowled. That stupid idiot....

She sighed and plopped back down on the couch. She closed the fridge door, having found nothing really good to eat in there anyway. Even the shows on television were boring to her, though that wasn't saying much.

Sam raised an eyebrow when she heard a surprised yell coming from next door and turned her head towards the front door.

"Guess Freddie's mom found him," She said to herself with a shrug of her shoulders, leaning back lazily on the couch.

"Mom, please, no more tick baths!" was the first coherent thing Sam heard through the door, and smirked with amusement before turning her attention back to the television with another sigh.

After a few minutes, the remote could be seen falling out of Sam's hand as the girl fell back on the couch slightly, fast asleep. Her mouth was open slightly, and she appeared to be dreaming.

-Sam's Dream-

Sam opened her eyes, feeling a pair of lips on her own. She nearly melted into the kiss, enjoying it though she'd never admit it, and kissed whoever it was back.

That is, until she saw who it was.

She jumped back, startled, when she met the eyes of Freddie Benson.

"Sam?" the Freddie in her dream asked, giving her a look of confusion. "I thought..."

"What did you think dork? That you could just plant one on me!" Sam exclaimed, her cheeks now a bright shade of pink.

Freddie shook his head. "I...I thought you liked me."

"How can I possibly like you? I'm Sam Puckett, you're Freddie Benson. We've hated each other ever since we first met. That's how things have been and that's how things always will be!"

Freddie took a few more steps towards her so that there was almost no space between them. "Is that how you always want things to be like?'

-End-

Sam woke up with a start, her heart pounding in her chest. She placed a hand over her heart, trying to will it to calm down. She sighed, and looked towards the front door.

This is all because of that stupid first kiss, Sam thought. I shouldn't like him. I really shouldn't.

A/N: Sorry it's kinda short. The next chapter will hopefully be longer.