Sprat's POV
Sprinting towards Sam's house, I plan looking around there first, then checking everywhere until i reach a police station. Pocketing the small wallet sized picture of Sam I look up in determination, until something catches my eye in an alleyway. Looking at both sides of me as if i was crossing a street I hesitantly take one step towards the alley.
Taking a few more towards the alley I soon realize it's two girls, one with bright orange and yellow hair and the other looking incredibly similar to Sam. Looking behind me once again I walk towards the girls, shaking the less bloodied one, the orange haired girl who was holding the other, I try to wake her up. Almost immediately her eyes flutter open and I'm met with tired crystal blue eyes.
Smiling tiredly at me she hands me the Sam look-a-like and I'm met with a voice as light and soft as bells. "I think this belongs to you...?" Eyebrows knitting together I remove the strands of hair that were in her face and realize that this is Sam.
Whimpering slightly with tears springing up in my eyes, I will myself not to vomit at the sight of Sam's neck. It was incredibly marred and raw, something I've never seen before. Something I never want to see again. Pieces of skin were peeling off of her neck and flapping showing more bone, tissue, fat and blood than I'd ever like to see.
" Um...I... think we have...to go...to the hospital... yeah. The hospital. That's a good place to...um...take her...right? Or maybe I should take her to-", nodding slightly the girl gets up and begins walking towards Otis' house, "Hey! Wait up!" Jogging towards her I knock lightly on the door, not sure if Otis would be awake at this time of night.
In less than three seconds the door is open and Otis has Sam lying on the couch. In another three he begins calling Nelly. In less than five minutes there are more doctors than I can count, with Nelly leading them, and Otis is in the kitchen, probably stressed out about the whole situation. Nervously walking into the kitchen I fetch Nelly a glass of water.
Seeing Otis leaning on the counter with his hand rubbing his forehead, on the phone with someone. Sympathetically patting his shoulder I walk into the other room, giving Nelly her glass of water.
Walking over to the orange haired girl I look at her suspiciously. I've never seen her around here, Sam hasn't mentioned anyone like her either.
"So, who are you exactly? Sam's never talked about you."
Once again I'm met with her light voice, except this time her voice sounds much livelier but cautious and hesitant, as if it was new to her. "I'm Per-Penelope Buyers. I actually live in St-Stokerton, we met at the Crypt." Nodding in understanding I pat her shoulder. "Sam's gonna be alright, I know her more than she knows herself despite the shortness of our friendship. But I think she'll be different after this, more ….empty." Penelope muttered, trailing off at the end.
With furrowed brows I walk away from Penelope and back over to Otis. "Sam's going to be alright, right Otis? nothing's going to happen to her?" warily looking over at me Otis merely nods, "Nothing bad hopefully. Vladimir would be worried...i should... go um call him." and with that he left the room and headed upstairs. My chest tightened when i heard Nelly begin talking about how Vlad should have been with her. it's my entire fault, i shouldn't have dragged her to the Crypt, and I could've done it any other day. but i had to be an idiot and pick today. it's my fault Sam and Vlad are fighting, too. If I haven't felt so attracted to Sam none of this would've ever happened.
Vlad's POV
Where the hell is Nelly? She should be here by now. "Hey Henry, can you try calling Otis? He should know where Nelly is."
Nodding at me Henry solemnly walks out the room, acting as if one of his best friends died. Well our relationship with Sam has gone down the toilet. She should have just told me she felt that way about Meredith, I would've talked to her about it. The fact that I almost kissed Sam last month doesn't help anything either. Maybe I should just let her cool off for a while, talking to her while I'm in Siberia should help shouldn't it? I really care about Sam, she and Henry are all I have left. It hasn't been easy for me to have a best friend besides Henry after that Joss incident. Joss stabbed me in the back, and quiet literally too.
Coming back into the room Henry still looks as thoughtful and somber as ever. No doubt my face was worse, seeing Sam cry like that was an experience I never want to go through again, I don't think I will either with the way things have gone.
"Nelly's with Sam, you're not the only one who attracts vampires Vlad. Otis said she got bit at the base of her neck, got hit in the head with a pipe several times and could be in a coma again, Sprat's there. He feels guilty, said it was all his fault, that he shouldn't have dragged her away from you like that. I don't think he knew Bill and Tom were there, otherwise he wouldn't have taken Sam." He muttered seriously, trying to make the situation as light as possible. Instead we both breathed out a sigh of grievance and I ran a hand through my hair, which was matted down on my forehead from being so goddamned nervous all night.
"Tell Sprat not to blame himself, it wasn't his fault. If I weren't such a loser I wouldn't get beat all the time. I don't think Sam should've ever come to Bathory, nothing ever happened to her when she was in New York. Her life was very normal in fact. So normal, nothing exciting ever happened to her which is a bummer but I'd rather her be bored than hurt." I muttered, even more frustrated than before.
Why do these things keep happening to us? Everything was fine until Joss found out I was the vampire, well more like everything was fine before Uncle Otis came. I don't mind the fact that Uncle Otis came as much as the fact that just because I'm supposedly the Pravus. Being a teenage boy has never been this…well…this difficult.