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Chapter 6: Meeting

Samantha sat in the room she had been given. It was overwhelming. She didn't even realize that such places existed. She sat down on the California King sized bed and fell back sighing. Her mind flashed to Alucard... The smile he had given her had melted her heart. She recalled her shock at being caught by him, and...her musings were interrupted by a knock on her door... "Come in..."Samantha called. "Miss, I have your breakfast here for you...Bacon and eggs, right?" A young woman asked Samantha walking into the room. She set the platter down and ask Samantha if she needed anything else...Shaking her head, "Thank you, but I'm fine..." Samantha smiled to the girl and she took her leave.

Samantha looked to the plate in front of her... "I could get used to this..." She said out loud, smiling. She slowly began eating her food, and noticed how it tasted much better that someone else had made it. It brought back a memory from a long time ago.

Flashback

Her mother making her bacon and eggs, she had put so much love into everything she had done. Samantha was an only child, and was orphaned at 12 years old. Her parents had perished in a car crash, leaving her in the incapable hands of the government.

She had been adopted at 14, but by that time she was already pretty much doing everything for herself, and didn't really need anybody. She had secretly been learning martial arts inside the orphanage, by an old man who worked there. He had told her that she needed to prepare herself, because something that would happen in the future would test her, body and soul. She didn't know why but she took his words to heart and hadn't stopped fighting ever since.

She was the best the old man had ever seen, and said that she would be able to handle anything that came her way.

Coming out of her thoughts, she finished her meal, and set the plate on a bedside table. She needed to freshen up...badly. Samantha went to the bathroom, and turned on the water in the sink. There were wash cloths there and she soakedone in hot water. Samantha removed her shirt and pants so they wouldn't get wet. From experience in the orphanage, she had learned to keep her underwear on if she was expecting someone...nothing had happened to her, but she heard rumors about others...

She began rubbing the cloth behind her neck, and arms. Samantha was already feeling refreshed. Her stomach, back and legs were last. She soaked the rag again, and repeated the ritual. After she was done, she put her cloths back on, but they were stained, dusty and torn. "Oh well, I've seen worse..." She said to herself, wondering what she was supposed to do next. She thought maybe she should practice a little bit, but she didn't want to destroy the room, and so she began to go through the movements, that she had been taught, with nothing to resist her.

A knock came on the door... "Who is it?" She called towards the door. "It's me again miss..." Came the womans voice. "Come in..." Samantha called back. The door opened slowly and she saw the woman enter and head for the dirty plate. "Are you finished, miss? Can I get you anything else?" She asked sweetly, although it was 3:15 in the morning. "Actually I have a question...is there any place here that I can workout?" Samantha thought she might as well ask... "Yes miss, would you like me to show you?" The woman replied. "If you could...that would be great..." Samantha was glad to have something to do while waiting...

"There are clothes in that drawer for you...there are some pajamas, and outfits, also some running pants, and tops too..." The woman told her pointing to the bureau. "I meant to tell you before, but I forgot, please forgive me..." The woman curtsied, and frowned. "Of course...thats no problem, don't worry about it..." Samantha gave her a reassuring smile... "Stay here and I'll go get some better clothes on..."

After picking out a pair of running pants and a short tight top, she came out of the bathroom to find the woman gone, and a familiar presence in the room...He was there...