Sam climbed into bed, wincing as her head hit the pillow. She'd hit it on something when she had fallen earlier and it hurt. Her parents, of course, knew nothing about it, nor did any of the servants. Her parents had no idea that she was alive, hating the odd child that refused to speak, who was not their idea of normal. The servants respected her, as she was always willingly to lend a hand, but they were creeped out by her. She never spoke, only stared with her large, haunting eyes.
Sam put a hand to the throbbing wound, hoping it would bring some comfort. Her fingers were colder than ice, and brought a little release. Sam settled onto the black pillow cases and pulled her midnight comforter over her small body, hoping for sleep. Her eyes closed, and she was taken to a dream, a wonderful dream.
Sam sat beside Danny. She didn't know where they were, but it was a field. He was laughing and smiling a special smile, and he only had eyes for her. She smiled back.
"Sam," His voice came to her like music, "I love you." Sam tried to say I love you back, but no words came, as always. Sam looked down sadly, but, Danny grabbed her chin and titled her eyes so she could meet his warm eyes.
"I know you love me." He said, a smile playing on his lips. She had only an instant before his lips were on hers. Her heart soared, and played out a jagged rhythm. Her fingers played in her hair and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Then the world shifted.
The skies were black, and she was in a huge mansion. Though, castle could be a more accurate word. The walls were black a stony, and there were pictures of a woman everywhere. Sam recognized the woman from somewhere, but could not place her.
Sam heaard mad mutterings coming from an open door at the end of the hall. She took steps toward the sound, scared to see what she would, and curious enough. Sitting on a chair, tapping on computer keys and scribbling things on a piece of paper, an old man was cackling and talking to himself.
"Oh yes, the time is almost upon is. The world shall see. And so will she. See the mistake she made." Sam accidentally hit the door with a loud thump, but the deranged man took no notice of her. She was a ghost to him. The man took a look at the clock and shrieked. "I'M LATE!" He grabbed a jacket and ran.
Sam knew that he was the man/ghost that had been haunting her visions, but she still had no name or face to put with the voice. After making sure that he was gone Sam scurried to the table. She shifted through papers that made absolutely no sense to her. She found the only one that mattered.
Plan 3497:
Suspicions confirmed. Samantha Pamela Manson is the prophecy girl. Use her to get The Subject. Once The Subject is under my control dispose of girl. Drain The Subject's powers and take over the world. Marry my love.
Property of Vlad Plasmius.
Sam flipped the paper of to see if there was any writing on the back. There were only four words.
The Subject=Daniel Fenton.
Sam flew from her dream with a start.
***
Danny was out patrolling and decided to check on Sam. She had seemed awfully worried and/or confused about her vision. She wouldn't talk to him, but he decided to bug her for details later. Sam had seemed really tired.
Danny angled himself toward the Manson Mansion turning himself intangible. He flew from window to window until he finally found Sam's. She was already asleep, but she looked frantic. Her face turned to pure terror. She thrashed about in her bed, kicking away the bedcovers, only to grab them and wrap them around herself like a lifeline. Her hand reached out in front of her. Her brow furrowed, Sam flipped onto her stomach. Sam rolled back over again.
Without realizing it, Danny had entered her room, and floated toward her. He put a hand on her cheek and her eyes shot open. Her slim hands wrapped around his neck, her fingers were like ice. She spelt out three words on the back of his neck. They chilled him to the bone.
He's after you.
Dunno Sam's middle name. I love cliffies, don't you? But, I mean, how obvious is the plot now? Come on people.
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