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Sam's Plan of Action

Chapter 6 – Captivity

Sam lay on the bed for what seemed like hours. Even though Sam was being held by their arch nemesis Sam could not help but continue to think about Danny and how the night might have progressed had they not been so rudely interrupted by this kidnapping. Sam wondered what Vlad could possibly want by taking her hostage and not Danny. Sam decided that time would pass faster if she was to get some sleep but she could not seem to tear mind off of Danny. I know he is planning on rescuing me but she had better hurry himself up. "I do not want to spend the rest of the winter break locked in a room in Vlad's mansion," Sam yelled to no one in particular. Sam was too busy in her own thoughts that she did not hear the door open or Vlad walk in.

"My dear, what's so wrong with your accommodations," Vlad asked with sarcasm laced in his voice.

"Oh nothing, I just love being held against my will," Sam stated letting the sarcasm drip off of her words.

Vlad simply looked at Sam and smile one of his characteristically evil smiles. "Don't worry my dear Samantha. Once Danny gives me the mid-transformation DNA sample than you can both live happily ever after in the next world." Vlad smiled wickedly and closed the door making sure to lock to door behind him.

Sam sat on her bed with whole new thoughts entering her mind. Surely Danny would not willing submit himself to that and actually expect Vlad to let me go. Sam took a moment to settle her mind and being thinking about a way to get out of here and make sure Danny doesn't do anything stupid. Sam took in a deep breath and used the yoga training she had received on her mothers orders to calm her mind and center herself. "Maybe all of that was for just for than tuning my flexibility," Sam laughed to herself as she took a moment to really analyze the room and look for anything that she could use to escape with.

Sam stood up and walked over towards the windows to see if the simplest way was going to indeed be the way to go. As Sam looked at the window she noticed that she was at least three if not four stories off the ground which made jumping or climbing not much of an option. Sam then turned her attention back towards the rest of the room trying to analyze the bed, dresser, and table for any possible tool she could use for escape. The problem with a half ghost holding you prisoner is that the intangibility makes knocking them out a rather difficult problem.

The bed was full size with white sheets and a black comforter. The dresser was about five feet high with two columns of drawers running down the center of it. The table was about a two and a half feet square with two chairs. "Well, looks like these aren't going to be of much use unless I destroy them and Vlad would definitely notice that. I wonder if he is watching me right now," Sam said under her breath. "Surely there has to be something in the closet that I could use to open that door with."

Sam walked over to the closet and opened the door. Inside the closet were a bunch of coats and several boxes all of which look like they hadn't been touched in years. Sam walked over to the door and leaned her ear against it trying to hear if anyone was in the hall before she started to rifle through the boxes. Deciding that no one was around Sam walked back over to the closet and picked up the first box.

The first box contained what appeared to be old photos of Vlad. As Sam began to go through them she began to recognize some of the people in the pictures. Sam noticed both Jack and Maddie Fenton alongside Vlad in several of the pictures and what looked to be the beginning of the ghost portal in the background of the shot. Deciding that a box of old photos wasn't going to help her escape she put everything back inside and closed it reaching for the next box in the pile.

Sam grabbed the next box and opened it hoping that it was something good. Once again to Sam disappointment there was only old photographs and a couple of books. "God this had better not be all that he keeps in this closet," Sam said to her self perhaps a little louder than she had intended. Clasping her hands over her mouth she stood up and walked over to the door and once again placed her ear next to it hoping that her sudden out burst didn't elicit any unwanted company. After several minutes she assured herself that no one was coming and grabbed the last box in the closet.

The last pocket much to her surprise and delight contained what looked like prototypes of some of the ghost catching equipment that the Fenton's had. Sam picked up what looked like an ecto-blaster. Turning the device around in her hands she scanned for the on switch. After about five minutes of fumbling around with it she found what she thought was the on switch and clicked it. Nothing happened; maybe this isn't the right button Sam thought to herself running her hands over everything that she could think of. Sam was so engrossed in trying to turn the device on that she completely ignored the sound of the door lock clicking.

"Well, well, Samantha I see you found my old weapons," Vlad said his voice just slightly louder than usual just so he could get a good scare out of her.

Sam nearly had a heart attack when she heard Vlad's voice come from behind her. Sam turned around so fast that she barely fell over. Sam could see the smirk on Vlad's face as he looked down on her an evil smile forming as he reached for the blaster that she had dropped on the floor.

"I didn't even think to check the closet before I put you in here. Through it doesn't make much of a difference. This guns power cell along with all of the others ran dry years ago and that was before I found a way to recharge these batteries," Vlad stated with certainty as he ejected the batteries tossing them to Sam as she stood with her mouth agape.

Sam was having trouble forming two separate thoughts in her head as Vlad looked down at her and smiled. "Well, damn looks like I won't be shooting you in the back," Sam said trying to make it look as if she wasn't disappointed.

Vlad just smiled and walked back towards the door. "Oh, Samantha, try and be a little quitter up here I have guests over and you would not like it if I had to come up her again to see what you were up to." With that Vlad closed and locked the door leaving Sam to stare towards it disappoint evident in her face.

Sam stood back up and shoved the boxes back in the closet trying to make as much noise as possible. As Sam shoved the last box in she inadvertently knocked one of the coats off the hanger and it landed a pile in the floor. Sam reached down to pick up the coat; when she did something fell out of the pocket and landed with a thud on the ground. Sam placed the coat back on the hanger and reached down to pick up the dropped object.

Sam immediately identified the object as a Swiss Army Knife; one of the ones that has thirty different functions. Pocketing the knife Sam closed the closet and walked over to the table; taking the chair that faced the door. That is when Sam noticed that the hinges for the door were on the inside of the door. Pulling the knife from her pocket Sam looked it over hoping that she could find something that would aid her in removing the pins from the hinges and let her escape from this nightmare.

Finding the right tool Sam walked over to the door and started trying to remove the pins. Sam was able to get the bottom one most of the way out and she was now working on the top one when she heard foot steps approach the door. Sam ran over and took her seat at the table once more. The foot steps stopped just outside of the door and the familiar sound of the lock opening. Sam looked around to make sure that everything was in place when she noticed that she forgot the knife lying on the floor next to the door.

A/N: I apologize for making this a short chapter, but I thought that a chapter devoted entirely to Sam's predicament and mind set was in order. Just so he will be quiet HellKnight came up with the name for this chapter. I would once again like to thank Catgirlversion30otakufan05 for proof reading my work. Please read and review.