"Our flight leaves at 4:30 am." David stated packing his suitcases. Sam had packed and was on her way out. "What time will you be back?"
"Midnight probably."
"Oh I remember my Pledge days."
"Yea so long ago last semester. This is harder than you made it out too be."
"They go easy on the Sweet Hearts try being a pledge rather than a little sister."
"Can you get me dinner? Here's my I.D."
"Sure I'm not going to sleep I rather sleep on the plane."
"Good I'll see you tonight." She started to leave then stopped. "Oh yea, David I forgot, so what am I going to have to do tonight?" She tried to pry information from him all the time. She wouldn't have tried to be a little sister in his fraternity had he not talked her in to it.
"Oh okay." he sat up. "I'm not going to tell you." He received a pillow to the face. "Trust me you don't want to know."
The moon shone over head, the stars were bright. Sam looked down at the rad stripes on the backs of her hands. 'Yea this has got to be hazing.' She thought to her self. 'I swear they are harder on the Sweet Hearts than the pledges, David never had marks on his hands.' She heard footsteps behind her. She kept her same speed. The steps still followed her half way across campus. She turned to the man behind her.
"Excuse me do you know what time it is I didn't wear my watch, HEY you have a scar on your left eyebrow did you get it from a bike wreck as a kid? Brown eyes, lip ring, WOW you have alot of identifying features you know if I saw you again I would know exactly who you were, oh how silly I DO have my watch on Choi love." She turned back toward her residence hall with. She heard the foot steps fading. She smiled, 'Oh well I can use my great Kempo skills on the next wierdo.' Her thoughts were interrupted by a fresh batch of foot steps. 'Okay'
"KIAH!" She fell in to her fighting stance, just to see no one there. 'Hmm, wishful thinking.' She turned and went strait to her room, well that's what she remembered doing.
David was lounging back watching TV (Cartoons what else comes on at 12:30am?) His eyes shot to the door when she walked in. He smirked at her angry look of 'now why the hell didn't you tell me?' She sat in front of him on his bed and lifted the backs of her hands to show him the red streaks.
"THIS because I couldn't say the Greek alphabet backwards. They gave my the knuckle cracker, Like a five year old. " She said.
"The trick is to turn around and say it, you know backwards."
"Look at my hands David! You said they were hard on the boys YOU never had red marks on your hand."
"OH oh I had red marks you just couldn't see them." He stopped a moment. "What happened to your neck?" He touched it. She went to the mirror. There directly over her jugular vein were two scabbed over wounds, very small, most people wouldn't have noticed.
"Dunno?" She said. "Must have happened when they were holding me. Jack is a viscous big brother."
"I had Lenny he wasn't as bad as some."
"So why didn't you pick me for your little sister?" She had been wondering this ever since she found out Jack would be her big.
"I just pledged I was low on the list, Jack was ahead of me and he wanted you."
"Jack Wanted me. He sure doesn't act like it. Oww." She touched the wounds on her neck. "He really doesn't acted like it."
"Let me see you neck again."
"No DAD." She said very sarcastically. "I'm sleepy I have to get up in a few hours Cause I'm going to Collins Port." She climbed into her bed and fell asleep. David felt his own neck. And the creepy tingly feeling there.
'Okay'
"KIAH!" She fell in to her fighting stance, just to see no one there. 'Hmm, wishful thinking.' She turned and almost fell backwards. He was tall, fair haired, and pale eyed. Surrounded by a black cape. Samantha forgot all she had learned in karate, she forgot to run away, she would have forgot her name had he not spoke it.
"You're Samantha Herbert." He spoke, The French accent showed. All Samantha could do was give a barley visible nod. "I am Antoine, it really doesn't matter you wont remember." She gave a confused look. "You are very important to the Collins boy, the Collins hurt someone very important to me." He moved closer. "I wish to return the favor." Antoine swept his cape around her.
She found her self in a red tent. Orange lanterns glowed, inscence was in the air. Samantha looked down at herself, she was setting on silk covered pillows on the floor, she was wearing a red dress trimmed in gold. Antoine sat in front of her he wore a red shirt that had open laces on the chest. He was very handsome.
"The orient has always fascinated me." He reach out and touched her face.
"Why am I here?" Sam trying to regain audible speech.
"Because the person who should be here is dead!" He pushed her back on too the pillows. His eyes glowed red, and he revealed elongated, sharp fangs.
'Okay'
"KIAH!" She fell in to her fighting stance, just to see no one there. 'Hmm, wishful thinking.' She turned and went strait to her room.