The clouds above went from puffy white wisps to dark angry grey ones. They sat bunched up together, so high above in the sky. Which also had become a darkened cold version of itself. Sam didn't even bother to grab an umbrella. She made it to her destination rather quickly, just as the wind picked up. A big storm was coming, and she could feel it. It was as if the emotions of Port Charles corrupted the weather and now we were getting back what we were giving out. Sam wasn't upset by it though. She was sorta pleased by it all. The strength of the wind that bent the trees with every gust that blew by them. The drop in the temperature to nearly freezing. Sam didn't wear gloves today and she could feel her fingertips become numb from the wintry air that surrounded her. It also didn't help she stuck her hands in cold water before coming out. She wanted to see if this pain would get to her. She wanted to feel something and be able to react, but all she got was heavy numb icicles for fingers. She knocked on the door as soon as she stepped off the elevator. No one answered at first knock, so Sam became tenacious and kept at it. Finally she heard shuffling feet and took a step back. The door swung open and a angry unsettled Dante came out. "What the fuck do you want? Huh?!" He was three sheets to the wind and the smell was oozing from his pores. He smelled as if he bathed in it. Sam pinched her nose as the rank odor. "You need a shower and one that doesn't consists of dark liquor." She said disgusted. Dante looked at her with nothing, but disbelief. He grabbed his bottle he was clinging to and took a swig. "Who sent you? Was it Sonny? No. It was Lulu. I bet she begged for you to come and talk to me about grief and how I wasn't handling mine the "correct way". What a joke...as if there are good ways and bad ways to grieve." He threw up his hands, dropping the bottle in the process. Alcohol and the shards from the bottle fell everywhere. Sam looked at it and took a step over the mess. "No one sent me here. I'm not here to commiserate with you or demand you stop acting like a drunk asshole. I'm not here for your problems. I don't care what you do. You could fall off the roof of this very building after this conversation and I won't even blink." Sam said harshly, and she meant it. She didn't care. She was only here for one reason and he was going to give her what she needed.
Dante finally calmed down and was opened to talk. "Fine. Have a seat." He said, offering her the couch. Sam looked at it and shook her head. "I rather stand." The couch was filthy. Used tissues covered it, plates of half eaten food surrounded it as well as bottles of empty alcohol. A slice of molded pizza was glued to one cushion. The whole house was trashed, but that's not why she came. "So what did you want to talk about. Hurry, I'm getting sober." Dante said, plopping down on the couch like he didn't see any of the filth. Sam got straight to it. She didn't want to stay any longer than she had to. "You saw her. You looked at her and heard her voice. Describe it to me." Dante sat up at this. He didn't need for Sam to break it down for him or explain exactly who she was talking about. He already knew. She could see the mistiness come to his eyes. His bottom lip began to quiver. "I can't remember." He whispered, as he wiped a falling tear. "Bullshit." Sam retorted, getting upset. Dante looked up at her. "It's the truth. Ever since that night piece by piece of it has gone away. Leaving me empty. I thought drinking might help, but….but it hasn't done anything, but ruin what I have left. Lulu took Rocco and left me. I'm on suspension from my job. My life is complete shit." The tears came easier now. Sam could see he was hurting and needed some relief, but she couldn't muster up the sympathy he needed. She just felt annoyed. "And now you're wasting my time." Sam didn't even bother to look back as she let herself out.
He tried to get things ready for her. Make the home look somewhat decent, but an entire wing of his house was completely destroyed and covered in soot. Workers worked around the clock to rebuild everything and it was coming along, but it was taking far too long for Nikolas. He could still smell the smoke and it just pissed him off more. "Father? Are you upset about something?" Spencer looked up at his father, his eyes so curious and bright. Nikolas looked down at him and smiled. "Of course not. I'm actually in a good mood today. The reconstruction is nearly finished. Aunt Alexis is doing much better than before, and everyone is moving forward with their lives. I'm happy." Nikolas ruffled the boy's hair. Spencer removed his hand and straighten back out his hair. Sam came walking in at this very moment. Nikolas smile grew at her presence and Spencer took notice of this change. "It's good to see you cousin. It's been far too long." Nikolas knew it was wrong to look at her the way he did, but he couldn't help himself. She was a marvelous beauty….and she was his. "Let's cut the small talk you know why I'm here. I want to know what you know about the guest that came that night." Sam said bluntly. Nikolas looked back down at Spencer. "Let the grownups talk for a moment." He said, pushing his son forward. Spencer walked toward the door and then stopped right in front of Sam. He took her hand in his. "I'm sorry about your loss, Sam." Sam stared back at him until she had to look away. Even her youngest cousin could console another. She found difficulty in such a act. Ever since that night her emotions have been nonexistent. Spencer didn't say another thing as he left. Nikolas watched him go. Sam stood as far away from Nikolas as she possibly could. Being in the same room was bad enough. "I know nothing about her. Or how she got here. Do you want a drink?" Nikolas walked over to his small bar and poured himself a drink. Sam shook her head. "No. I'm good. I also don't believe what you're telling me. You had to have known her." Sam insisted. Nikolas took a drink. "But I don't. You can't make me know something I don't. What you can do is join me for a drink. You look like you could use one." Nikolas walked up to her and handed her a glass. She instantly dropped it when their hands brushed each other. Sam watched at the glass fell onto the hardwood floor and shatter. Nikolas watch her though. She was trying her best to distance herself away from him and he loved how little it took to shake her. He wanted to take her right here in this very room. He wanted to feel her wrapped around his hard dick as her wall clamped down when he brought her to an orgasm. The feel of her hardening nipples beneath the pressure if his hand as he squeezed her breast. He could already hear her screaming from him pounding every inch of himself into her. "Don't worry about that. Someone will clean it up." Sam got a hold of herself and shook away the thoughts that rattled her brain. He made it difficult for her to think. She became flustered and confused. She hated this. "So are you telling me my trip here was a waste? I need to find her. I need to find the woman who murdered my sister." Sam said, she could feel the anger inside her rise. She was getting nowhere and she knew coming here would be a mistake, but she had to take it. Especially if it meant a step closer to discovering the identity of her sister's murderer. "Not at all. We finally get a chance to be alone and talk….or not. Depending on you." Nikolas closed the space between them. Not giving her time to react. His had was on her face caressing her cheek as his thumb rubbed her lips. "I've missed you these past weeks. Your face, your body, just your presence. I love you so much. You don't even know." His thumb ran across her bottom lip so softly. His eyes moved from her lips to her eyes and back again. She wanted to hit him. Push him away and tell him she was disgusted by his disclosure, but she didn't. She couldn't move. Her body wasn't obeying her no longer and falling for its own desires of lust. How she hated herself for this...this…this weakness. He placed his lips on her. Then explored her mouth with his tongue. Pushing her body up against the wall. His free hand dropped to her breast. Squeezing it over her shirt as his hard dick was pressed against her stomach. She could feel it just craving to be released. Just as she craved to sit upon it. Nikolas moved his lips up her face. Kissing her cheek, her forehead, and her nose until it made his way back to her mouth. She didn't realize it, but he had unzipped her jeans. He pushed them down to her ankles as he lift her with his hands so she was straddling his waist. His kiss was harder now with such a soft slow fire behind it. He unzipped his pants and slipped his dick inside her without a second thought. He thrusted harder and harder each time. Sam dug her teeth into his shoulder, muting the scream she so badly wanted to release…...and it was gone. Nikolas thumb was on her lip rubbing it and Sam felt her blood run cold. She opened her mouth and bit down on his intruding finger. She could feel the taste of blood enter mouth as she released his finger. He groaned from the pain, but didn't look angry. He looked even more enthralled. Sam turned and got the hell out of there. Putting as much distance between them as she could. Her secret desires were maddening. She wished she didn't have these feelings, but somehow the only time she felt anything is when she was with him. Whether it may just be lust, it was something.
Nikolas sucked on the thumb that Sam grazed with her teeth. Feeling victorious somehow. He knew her feelings ran deep and now she has showed him how deep that went. It wasn't love of course, but it could get there. He knew it could. She just needed more time to accept the inevitable tangible pull they had for one another. She would be back. Hopefully this time able to fully be with him without the fear she had. First he had to take care of Irina. She had become a true irritation; a pest. He hoped that was being taken cared of, and hopefully soon.
Irina loosen the hair pins she had holding up her hair. Throwing them at the walls. She screamed so loud her face turned a dark plum color. She couldn't breathe. Tears started running down her face as inaudible noises came out of her mouth. She was trying to talk, but her mind was an utter mess and her heart was broken. She looked up at herself in the splintered mirror. She was a sobbing disgusting mess and her hand went straight through mirror. Shattering it on impact. She didn't bother looking at her bloody hand as she slid down to the floor, clinging to the porcelain sink. "It's not fair. It's not fair. She gets everything!" Irina sobbed. She was all dressed up to meet her prince and he was back in the face of the bitch she so loathe. "Samantha is a plague to my life. Everything she touches wilts and dies." Irina twirled a small strand of her hair around her index finger until she was at the root and slowly started to pull it from her scalp. A searing white hot pain shot across her head down her face, as the piece of hair was torn from her head. She wanted to disappear, but more than that she wanted for Sam to disappear as well. Irina still a sobbing mess stood. Walking out of the desolated bathroom and into the hall. She was back at the place she called home and back with the only person in the world she considered a true friend. She walked into the room staring at the enormous cage she had locked her inside. She didn't want her little friend to fly away. Molly writhe back in forth in pain, inside her cage. The sides of her temples were singed and vomit was inside her cage. "I'm sorry I didn't use the anesthesia. This time will be different." Irina said getting closer and closer to the cage.
Patrick sat on the couch waiting for her to return. He had put the children to bed and was just sitting downstairs alone. He heard the key inside the door, unlocking it. He stood. Not knowing what to do or what to say. She came in, dropping her keys on the desk. She didn't seem to notice he was standing there. "Sam?" He said into the dead silence that was between them. She jumped at the sound of his voice. Turning to meet his eyes. "You scared me. I haven't got use to being back." She admitted. She removed her jacket and hung it up inside the closet. "I understand. Its also difficult for me being back. At times I feel like a burden and I don't want to be that." Patrick said with a sigh. He liked that they were talking. He was happy she didn't shut down and leave. He needed this to work. "I don't know what to say. Other than I'm tired." Sam said, heading for the stairs. Patrick cross the gap between them blocking her way. "What's wrong? You've been avoiding me since I returned. You're...cold and aloof, as if nothing has changed. Obviously something has." Sam took a step back from him. Staring up at him with disconcerting eyes. "Move." She said through gritted teeth. "No. You're going to tell me what's wrong." He pushed. He wanted her to react, but she was stiff and unresponsive. "There's nothing wrong. Now move." Sam said more aggressively. Patrick knew she was lying. She had not once talked about her sister's death or how she was sad by it. Did she even cry? "Molly's dead, you know? She died….in a fire….at a party you were at. That must've hurt. You being there and not able to do anything to save her. It must eat you up that you couldn't save her." Sam felt each word hit her so hard. Felt as if she couldn't breathe. Her chest tighten and she started breathing heavily through her nose. "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!" Sam shouted, "You don't know how hard it's been. How I go for hours and hours thinking about nothing, but that night! Dreaming of her screaming out in pain as the fire eats her alive! She's dead because of me! I KILLED HER!" Sam fell to her knees crying and shaking uncontrollably as she mumbled to herself. Patrick quickly got done beside her. "No you didn't. You didn't kill Molly. This is not your fault. I'm so sorry baby." He held her in his arms. She fought against him while his arms stayed firmly wrapped around her. He wasn't, letting go. "Don't touch me. I'm disgusting." She cried into his arm. He didn't let go though, even when she wanted him to. He didn't.