Hey, I don't own Shadow Falls. Wish I did, but I don't. And this chapter has a bad word or two. So don't freak.
Sam started to come to. She wondered why the sunlight wasn't pouring through her window like it normally did. Then she remembered and jackknifed up. The cold room was completely dark. She took in a deep breath through the nose and smelled the three men, but not Jason. Sam felt furious and hurt and betrayed by him, but she couldn't think about it now. She had to escape. She moved, tried to stand up and walk, but two things pulled her right back down; her awful headache and the chains someone had put on her ankles. She felt around for the metal. It was colder than the floor. Maybe I can break it. Sam thought. She pulled and tugged at the hard metal but it wouldn't budge. Sam listened closely. She could hear something from above hear, like a soft patting. She assumed that they were the sounds of footsteps on soft dirt. Sam concluded that she was underground, so there had to be stairs somewhere in that room. Samantha tried again to fiddle with the restraints again but the chains continued to hold up against her strength. The padding above her became louder as more people gathered. Sam could hear voices but she couldn't make out any words. Then, suddenly, the footsteps all moved as one. A loud creaking and bright light assaulted Sam's senses. Once her eyes adjusted to the new light source, she could see where the stairs were and that her captors were coming down them one by one with Jason leading the pack of angry supernaturals. He had a smug look on his face that made Sam's flesh crawl.
"Hello Samantha." he said with a devilish grin.
"Jason, what's going on? Why are you acting like this?" Sam sounded desperate but it was the only thing she could manage to say. Jason's smile only widened and the intimidating men behind him laughed.
"Samantha," he began, "I suggest you just come with me before you embarrass yourself anymore."
"I'm not going anywhere with you until you tell me what's going on!" Sam said loudly. "Why did you bring me here and when can I leave?"
"You're not leaving. You're staying here and helping me."
"With what?"
"Just a little project I've been working on. And you're the star of the show."
"Jason, what are you talking about?"
"Well if I told you, it would ruin the fun!" Jason came closer and kneeled down to the girl's level. "You are very important in this operation."
Sam looked at him and spit in his face. "What do you want you dick?" she said simply
All he did was smile. "You're going to help me save my grandmother. You see, she's very ill and I've been looking for someone to help her. And you were a very easy target to manipulate." The anger in Sam was growing and about to boil over.
"What do you want with me you sadistic creep?!" she screamed.
"Don't you get it you stupid girl?! I'm going to take your life force and put it into my grandmother! She has a very important job to finish and is on the verge of death. You, on the other hand, have no importance on this earth. You are just a speck in the universe. No one will care if you die or not. Get up. We're leaving, now." With that said, the large men beside him moved, released Sam from her bindings, and pulled her to her feet. One by one, everyone headed towards the stairs, but Jason suddenly stopped and turned towards Sam, who was right behind her. "Don't you just love the cellar door?" he asked as he pointed above them. "We just got a new one a few days ago."
"Why do you want me to admire your stupid cellar door?" Samantha asked.
"A famous linguist once said that of all the phrases in the English language, of all the endless combinations of words in all of history, that 'cellar door' is the most beautiful." Jason said simply as he started walking up the stairs. Sunlight immediately blinded Sam as she stepped outside. She quickly took in her surroundings, remembering anything that could help her escape. She was on an old plantation. Rolling hills hid the early morning light and there was a large house a few hundred feet away. After a few moments of walking, they reached the house. One of the large men, a were, held the screen door open for then as they entered. The house seemed to be a labyrinth full of doors and hallways. The group took a left turn, then two rights. As they walked, Samantha could hear the beeping sound of a heart monitor. When they passed the room the sound was emitting from, Sam looked in and saw a frail old woman. She looked no better than a skeleton. She had an IV suck into her arm and seemed to be sound asleep. Wrinkles covered her from head to toe. But they kept walking. At the very end of the hallway was an old looking door with a silver handle. Jason opened the door and stepped inside. One of the men pushed Samantha into the room and slammed the door. It was completely dark except for a single bulb hanging from a string. Inside the room contained what seemed like a medieval torture device, but a closer look showed that it was just a restraint table. Sam instantly started her thoughts of escape from this awful place. If I hold him hostage, maybe they'll let me go. If I can get outside, I'm sure I can outrun the werewolf. But they probably have another vampire on the property.
"Samantha!" Jason said loudly. The girl broke from her haze and stared at the boy in disgust. "You look like an idiot. Did you hear what I said?" Sam only shook her head as an answer. "I told you to stand by that table."
"And what if I refuse?"
"You wouldn't want to do that, Samantha. I want to remind you that I have multiple guards near the door that are three times your size. So," he made a gesture towards the table, "scoot."
Samantha started to slowly walk towards Jason with a look of hate in her eyes. She only stopped when she was nose-to-nose with the traitor. Jason had a sinister smile across his face and no look of concern or remorse in his eyes. That's what makes a person truly dangerous.
"How do you sleep at night you evil bastard? You manipulate a person's feelings and then kill them. How can you even do that?"
"It's easy when you hate the person you're tricking." Jason suddenly jabbed something into Sam's arm. She looked down quickly and saw the needle protruding out of her flesh. The room started spinning and colors started swirling together in pallets of blues and pinks and purples. The light started to fade from Sam's vision. The darkness consumed her. She grew cold. Then, nothing.
Hello all! Here is the chapter that had been giving me hell for weeks. But here it is. I told you it wouldn't be all that. It'll probably be a while before I can start working on chapter ten. I have a HUGE research paper to write on The Scarlet Letter and it's impossible. It's Saturday night and this is all I've been doing. And then my band is traveling to Atlanta, GA to compete and we're going to six flags and the aquarium and the CNN tour. I'm quite excited. Have a lovely week and I will see you again soon!