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That night was a fine night to be outside. Sam had extended a blanket over the humid grass and Danny and her were sitting on it, gazing at the stars. They'd met a couple of nights before, in considerably less favorable weather conditions. But they were already best friends, because Danny's cluelessness was the perfect match for Sam's sarcasm.
Sam hadn't talked that much with anyone in a long time. Boring talks with those sickening specimens her parents used to pretend her to marry had ensued long years ago, but now that she was her own mistress such things were obviously out of question.
Though she was rich, and pretty, and young, those gentlemen that flattered her in her younger years with hopes of ruling over her possessions had revealed their true colors, and Sam had at times delighted herself in kicking those potential leeches out of her castle.
See, Lady Samantha Manson had been and remained the only child of the Counts of Amity Castle, and in such condition she'd been the logical heiress when they eventually died. The Mansons had been very logical parents. When they lived and until Sam was 14, she had been under constant watch of ms.Spectra, the governess: a competent and effective woman around her thirties, tall, with long curly auburn hair she always carried dutifully in a bun. Sam hated her.
Then one fine morning the Counts fell ill with a plague that had befallen that region and, within weeks, they died. Sam had professed her parents as much affect as they had professed her, and it wasn't much. The Mansons had always desired to have a son. Even when they lay on their deathbeds, they had remained as cold and distant to her daughter as the moon or the stars. From that point onwards Sam knew she could never say she'd loved them.
At 14, she had become the heiress to a huge fortune, a huge castle, and a huge emptiness inside nothing could quell. Ms. Spectra was dismissed by Sam herself, and the castle stopped being visited by those important characters that had ambled everywhere when the Counts were alive. Sam had sunk deep, deep into herself, being alone in the castle with no one but her shadow as company. And after changing her cheery pink dresses into pitch black or purple ones, she finally found something that made her life more worthwhile: the library, and the cognac.
And a heavy journal she kept securely below her bed.
"I wonder why you treated me so nicely, even when I was about to suck out your blood." Danny said, out of the blue, snapping her violently out of her daze. It seemed that was an issue that had been bothering him since that night.
Sam snorted. "Oh, I just liked the gory mental images."
"Really?" Danny inquired. He didn't possibly imagine what kind of mental images the gothic Lady could have gotten... and he resolved he gave nothing to know.
"No, of course not," she said, patting his shoulder, "It's just that I was surrounded by so many brainless dorks for so long, that it was nice to find someone to talk to..."
She realized what she'd just said, and blushed slightly.
Danny noticed it immediately because she was so pale and the blush outstood. "Yeah, well... I was also a long time drifting alone, and the company's... " he gulped and blushed, "...excellent."
Sam ventured a small smile which was answered with another small smile. Danny's eyelids were lowered in a mesmerized-kinda way, and she just knew hers were the same way. She'd have applied common sense but she was genuinely feeling butterflies in her stomach, and she decided the lovestruck smile could stay there some more time.
But finally, she opened her mouth and stated,
"We're blushing like idiots, aren't we?"
Teehee, I hope this chapter is less OOC than the previous one. Still, expect at least one or two more chapters- and please, review. Cause I can't improve if you don't, you know... n.n