Broken Crown
Her vision was blurred and her head was throbbing. She raised her hand to her head and was shocked to see red. A curtain of blood poured down her face. Soaking her hair and making it even that much harder to see.
She was being carried...no, dragged down a hall. She was going back the way she came. Back to her prison. Her lips started to move. Trying to form a coherent sentence and it all came out as a jumbled murmur. Gia looked down at her, smiling. Of what Sam could see, her facial expression said she was satisfied with the state Sam was in. Only a couple of times did she looked worriedly down at Sam's stomach. Then she spoke, "You're a terrible mother for running off like that. Do you know how worried I was, but I bet you didn't care. Bitches like you never do." Gia eyes moved off of Sam and up to someone standing before her. She was taken aback by the presence standing before her. "I-I didn't expect to see you before the birth." She stuttered, obviously caught off guard. The person stepped forward, peering down upon Sam. She could no longer keep her conscious and passed out.
Nikolas looked all over the damn island. There was no trace of Valentin or Sam. Or even Molly for that instance. "Where the hell is he?" Nikolas said aloud. More so asking himself. To his surprise someone responded. "Obviously not here." Nikolas jumped at the sound of the voice. Turning to come face to face with his aunt Alexis. He nervously laughed. "What are you doing here?" Nikolas tried his best to calm his nerves. Not wanting to show he was shook by her presence. "Is this not our family island? Am I not welcome here?" Alexis said, smiling at the state he was in. He was jumpy and she could see that. Nikolas licked his lips and scoffed. "This is actually more my island than yours. You technically would be trespassing. Seeing as you gave up your title as Cassadine a long time ago, Natasha." Nikolas walked over to the bar in the corner. Opening the bottle set out for his arrival. Pouring himself a drink. "Oh, and to answer your second question you're not welcome here." Nikolas took a sip of the drink he poured.
His face swiftly shifted from its usual smirk to that of shock. An ice cube got caught in his throat from the appearance of a second guest that walked in behind Alexis. "But I am. Hello, brother."
Nikolas covered the fact he was choking with a few deep coughs, until the ice passed on. He didn't know whether to laugh or curse. This had to be a joke. "You're no brother of mine." Nikolas spat. He looked up and down at the stranger standing before him. Trying to spot a lie in his face, a chink in his armor. Something he could use to hold the upper hand. "This game, whatever it is, you're playing was cute in Port Charles, but here," he lift his hands. "In our family's home. Our legacy. This needs to end, Alexis." Nikolas said, no longer able to look at the guy calling himself his brother and he directed his attention toward his spiteful aunt, who sat comfortably in her wheelchair. She smiled at him. Pleased with what she had accomplished. "But I thought I was trespassing since I'm "technically" not a Cassadine." Alexis smirked, as she used his own words against him. Nikolas threw back his drink. The taste burned the back of his throat. "What is he doing here Alexis?" His eyes couldn't bear to linger on him for more than a second at a time. When he looked at him, it was like staring into the face of his father. Some of the features were different. His eyes were a bit smaller, his jawline was much sharper, and his nose was also wider. But...his father was there. In the folds of his mouth. In the waves of his ebony locks. In his broad stature. In the blackness of his eyes a Cassadine lived. With that, jealousy and rage settled into Nikolas' heart.
"Let's call this a family reunion." Alexis replied, feeling such power over Nikolas in this moment. She no longer felt weak and powerless, bound to a chair she didn't need. Her chair wasn't an anchor, but a tool. One to disguise her power and let those like Nikolas believe they were the ones in control. When she was really the one holding all the cards. "Bullshit. You want to take what's mine. My birthright. And for what? A little revenge?" Thanatos appearance unnerved him and the man could see that. Nikolas wanted to laugh when he heard the name. The Greek personification of Death. How poetic. "I'm here to finally come face to face with the brother who I never knew and by the looks of it...who never knew me." Thanatos spoke softly. Alexis was put off by his relax tone and how laid back he came across. This was their moment to knock Nikolas down. To see the prince fall, if only a little. This was where Alexis would finally get him to tell her where her girls were. This was her moment and her youngest nephew would not ruin it. "I don't need for you to speak for me, Thanatos!" His anger was reaching the surface. He couldn't even speak the name without becoming heated. He had to tame it. Lock it up until just the right moment. Cassadines weren't known to be noble in the sense of their actions, but Nikolas was. He wouldn't let this stranger get the best of him. He wouldn't crack.
"By the way…" Thanatos paused, clearing his throat. "I would prefer to be called Sebastian."
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again
He sat beside her and watched her carefully. Gently stroking her dark hair. Her face was a heavenly sight in her slumber. Heart shaped and freckled. Even her lips pouted softly in her sleep, like that of a spoiled child. He bent down close to her. Smelling her breath, inhaling it. Such a sweetness came off of her. Even though he knew her will was strong and her temper was fiery. He couldn't believe how much Helena had denied this girl of being a true Cassadine. When every inch of her screamed it so boldly and brightly.
His lips pressed against hers. Finally tasting what was so desirable. She was something worth fighting for and now Valentin was proud to call her his. His kiss went on for much longer than he acknowledged and he had to pull back. He didn't want to spook her. Not like he did Molly. No. He would take this relationship in a different way. One that's not rooted in fear and hatred. Samantha would love him. She would come to accept him and the decisions he had made. She would see it all was, what's best for the family.
"You think so?" She croaked from the corner. Even now he couldn't get rid of her. "Mother." He said, through gritted teeth. "What are you doing here? You know this wing is off limits to you." Valentin tried to keep his cool. Not get out of control. Especially not in front of Samantha. He couldn't, he wouldn't, disrupt such a peaceful state. "Nothing's off limits to me, bastard." She knew all the right buttons to push. That nickname was one of them. A nickname he grew up with. One he almost mistaken was his actual birth name: Bastard. "I told you to never call me that again!" His anger was too great to contain and flew right at her, but as usual she never flinched. She seen his mood swings, his fits of manic, his blackout rages, and even his deep sobering depression. She was use to it all. Which made it even harder to frighten her. Somehow that comforted him. She was someone he knew for sure that wouldn't leave him, even in his darkest hours.
Beside him Samantha stirred. He knew she wouldn't truly awaken from being heavily sedated, but even this slight restlessness was cause for one of his moods. "Get the hell out of here." He growled at the old woman standing just behind. She didn't budge, but instead she rested a hand on his shoulder. "So what are you going to do about that girl's disobedience?" Her words caught his attention. He didn't shoo her away or stop her from speaking. Instead he listened to what she had to say. "You do know it's because of her, your precious little flower needed fixing, right?" And she was. He looked back down at the sleeping queen he claimed his own. Planting a kiss on her forehead. "I'll be back." He whispered softly, against her forehead. Walking right out the room and off to see Gia.
Gia knew she had fucked up. Her anger had gotten the best of her and she didn't expect to see him. She lit a cigarette and place it in between her lips. Inhaling all the things people considered toxic and enjoying the taste. It calmed her nerves. She needed this to all get back right. She needed that baby. Her baby. Her baby with Nikolas. She had heard from a friend he landed in Greece. He was so close and yet not close enough. Their relationship didn't last and that was because of his crazy family. They lost touch and she yearned for him, for so many years. Their souls were intertwined from the experiences they shared and that wouldn't never end. With this new child she would start new life with him. A better one, away from his black cloud of a family. They did nothing, but poison him and turn him into this...this despicable man, but she wasn't turned off by what he had become. She loved him and loved fix all problems. It was the solution, the remedy, to fix his broken soul. Her love would do that. She was positive.
Her door to her room opened and she jumped at the visitor. "Valentin, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for her to get hurt. She fell in the dark and that's how I found her." Gia quickly lied. The truth would do nothing for her, other than anger a very volatile man. She didn't want that at all. She feared him like a smart person would. He wasn't normal. He wasn't like the others in his family. This man was beyond anyone's control and couldn't be contained. He was a monster. One far worst than from a fictional children's tale. He was the embodiment of a evil. He rightfully nicknamed himself, Demogorgon.
A demon of Hell.
"Don't worry, Gia. I'm not upset. I can see my Queen is a bit clumsy. I knew she would try to escape. It was something I should have stayed on top of. This wasn't your fault. I underestimated her willpower." He smiled, but his smile wasn't of that of a happy easygoing man. His smile was cruel and hard. She doubt he knew how to change that. She simply nodded as he joined her on the balcony. "Such a beautiful night. The skies have cleared a bit, but I can still smell a storm on the way. A very big one. I guess Zeus wants to show us his might. I, for one hope that you're prepared." He extended his hand for the cigarette. Gia hesitantly gave it to him. He inhaled and exhaled so easily. Enjoying it as much as she did. "Don't worry. I always have an umbrella." She forced a laugh. His cold smile grew. A smile that never once reached his eyes. His eyes were as dead as the sea and just as cold. She didn't trust him. Not for one second and took a step to leave. "I'm just going to head off to bed. I think you should go." She tried her best to keep her voice even, but failed. "Go?" He sounded shock. "Are you forgetting this is my house? I won't be so easily dismissed." He said, grabbing Gia's wrist. She pulled away and fell back. Hitting her head on the end of her bed. "Now that was a accident. What happened to my Samantha wasn't." He crouched over her, still smoking the cigarette she gave him. Blowing a bit of smoke in her face. "I didn't...it was an accident." Gia stuttered, more afraid than she ever had been in her life. "I'm sure it was. I'm sure hitting a pregnant woman over the head with a fire poker was a accident." Gia's eyes widen at his statement. He loved the look of fear in her dark brown eyes. He could taste her emotions. Fear, anguish, and pain. All the ones he loved the most. It was intoxicating. "You should know by now Gia, my eyes are everywhere. Your deception hurts me and our relationship. But never fear, I can repair this." Valentin didn't hesitate, didn't pause, and didn't even reconsider what he was about to do. He jammed the lit cigarette into her right eye. Her screams were so damn thrilling he could feel himself get hard from the very sound. Then he stood. Watching her hold her eye and try to scramble away. She moved slowly at first, covering her eye with her left hand and reaching out with her right. Valentin let her get a few feet before picking up the large wooden clock that sat above the fireplace in her room. Raising it above his head and throwing it down onto her right hand. He could hear the bones break immediately. Her scream echoed around him. Filling him with ecstasy and pure overwhelming joy. "See! We're all better now. I fixed what you've broken."
The boat ride to the island was silent. Patrick couldn't think about anything other than Sam and Kristina was too afraid to speak into the dead silence of the night. Afraid her voice would break whatever held them afloat in the vast body of water. Patrick wasn't so easily deterred from their trip like Kristina was. His mind was focused and he wasn't scared. Not for himself that is. For Sam's sake he held a great amount of fear and concern.
What state she would be in?
If she was really okay.
Which really boiled down to if she was really still al… He didn't want to think about that. That was left to sink to the bottom of his thoughts. Right now his only thoughts were rescuing her and Molly and killing the bastard who did all this to them. Whomever took her away from him and their family. They would pay dearly. They would pay with their life. He would destroy every single person involved. This wasn't just some rescue mission, like Kristina thought. It was going to be a massacre, because no one involved in Sam's disappearance was getting off this island alive.