A week later, Olivia was finally dead. I couldn't bear seeing her die painfully so I snuck into her house and slit her throat. The next day, almost everywhere I went, everyone was talking about how the Bradshaw girl had mysteriously died. I was sick of hearing about it. I wanted Samantha back already. That man said that once Olivia died, Samantha would come back. I searched everywhere for her, but no one seemed to know her whereabouts. They were just too preoccupied with Olivia's death to notice. Finally, I got through to Samantha's family. I headed over there to talk to her sister.

"So, Daniel, I 'ear tha' you're looking fo' my little sister." Felicity said

"Yes. I miss 'er dearly. Do you know where she is?" I asked

"No one knows, Daniel. I'm s'rry. But I always thought tha' if she ran away, she'd go t' Victoria 'ill. It's 'er favorite spot."

I nodded to her. "Did your family look there?"

"Yes, many times. We 'ope to find 'er in time fo' Christmas."

"I know you'll find 'er. 'ave faith."

We exchanged smiles.

"Thank you fo' stopping by, Daniel."

"Anytime."

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The days went by quickly and we still had no luck finding Samantha. The gossip about Olivia had died down a little, but was still talked about. I didn't know how long people would still talk about her. It was starting to become irritating. But then again, it always was. Then one day, I was playing with Hermione in her room. I heard a knock at the door. I set little Hermione down on the bed and I opened the door. A man stood there. He gave me a telegram. I opened it. It read:

Dear Daniel,

I know that you're terribly worried

about me, but I'm alright. I can't

tell you my location because it'll

jeapordize both our lives. I'll write

back to you as soon as I can.

Truly yours,

Samantha Jolie Manson

I stood there in shock. Samantha was alive. It worked. If I could find Samantha, things could turn out well. But the most important thing was that she was alive.

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The next day, I headed over to Victoria Hill. I saw a girl with long, black hair sitting on the hill, staring at the ocean.

"Samantha?" I called out

The girl turned around. "Samantha? My name's Anastasia."

"Oh, I'm terribly s'rry. I'm looking fo' a friend of mine."

"I'm the only one who's been 'ere all day. S'rry." she said in a gritting tone

Anastasia was very rude. The least she could do was to say it in a nicer tone. I walked down the hill and continued my search. Day and night I looked but no luck. She had to be somewhere in the city if she knew that I was alive. Everyone knows everyone's business in this city.

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Finally, after six days of looking, I got a lead on where Samantha might be. It was at this old, abandoned mansion out on Greek Hill. No one ever goes there anymore, except roudy teenagers looking for trouble. Anyway, I went there. As I opened the door to the empty house, I heard a low moaning noise. It came from the upstairs. I ran up there as fast as I could. Whenever I thought I was close to the moaning, it stopped and it moved to other places. After vigorous hours of running around the mansion, I got to the last door. It was in the attic. I slowly crept in. Suddenly, I heard a muffled scream. I found a candle lying on a dusty table. Peculiar, I thought. But then again, someone did live here years ago. I lit the old candle and saw that there was a bloodstained door. I slowly reached for the knob. I opened the door and inside was the most horrible thing I'd have ever seen.

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A man was curled up right in front of the door. His eyes were bloodshot and full of anger. He hissed and jumped out at me. His clothes were torn and his expression was the scariest thing I'd ever seen before. He took a piece of glass from the broken window that was on the floor and made two cuts on my cheek. This man was clearly crazy. He could really hurt somebody---mainly me. I forced the piece of glass out of his hand and jabbed it into his chest. The man gasped out and bit my arm right before he collapsed. He was now dead. I ran into the closet and found the young girl I once loved, huddled in the back of the closet.

"Samantha? Are you alrigh'?"

"Y-y-yeah." she whispered

I held her. She was shaking in fear.

"It's okay, darling. It's alrigh'. I'm 'ere. I'm 'ere. Shhhhh..." I said as I stroked her soft, black hair

"D-daniel, I've missed you so much." she cried

"I missed you too. We should get you 'ome. You can tell me wha' 'appened on the way there."

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As we walked slowly, Samantha told me her story. The last thing she remembered was Olivia killing her on our wedding day. The next thing she knew, she was in a cornfield right outside of Cornwall. She had no idea where she was, but she knew that she had to come back to London and tell me that she was alright. So, she snuck onto a hay carriage heading for Oxford. After she arrived, she said that she had walked through days of rain and snow. Those were the coldest nights of her life. When Samantha reached Hertford, some strange man grabbed her from behind and kinaped her. The next thing she knew, she was in the Greek Hill mansion, in a closet, with a strange man hovering over her. She was there for the past few weeks and had been trying to contact me ever since. Every day, the man would beat her 'till she bled. And now she walks with a limp because the man smashed her left calve bone and it would never be able to heal again. I felt so bad for Samantha. She had experienced near-death situations many times and I had only been thinking of myself whenever someone else was in trouble. I wanted to help Samantha so badly, but there was nothing I could do. She was going to be crippled for the rest of her life.

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When we reached Samantha's house, I knocked on the door. Felicity opened it. Tears suddenly filled her eyes. She hugged both of us.

"Samantha, darling, I've missed you so badly."

"So 'ave I, Fee. So 'ave I."

We sat down on the lounger in the parlor and talked.

"Where 'ave you been all this time? We've been looking fo' you fo' weeks!"

Samantha retold her story. Felicity was crying silent tears as she heard this. She was just glad that her sister was alive and alright.

"Well, I best be going before my parents start to worry."

"I'll walk you out, Daniel. I want to talk to you." She smiled.

We put back on our coats and stood outside the door.

"You wanted to---" Samantha put her arms around my neck and gave me a passionate kiss. Her cheeks were really red when she pulled back. "Wow." I said

She giggled. "Jus' a 'thank you' fo' 'elping me get out of tha' 'orrible place."

"Anytime." We both started to laugh. "I love you, pet."

"I love you too, love." I kissed her nose.

"Goodbye." she said

"Good day." I replied

She limped back into the house and closed the door.

It's so good to 'ave 'er back. I thought with a smile on my face.