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Good day, my people! The reason I updated today was because I was totally motivated to write! This chapter was soooo easy for me to write, and I wrote half of it last night before I went to bed :) I also really want to finish these stories because I'm dying to make a DNAngel AMV to tallulah, it's eating me up from the inside. And I have such a busy busy life. Haha. Well, I'm hoping that this is a good chapter and will have you begging for more because I need reviews people :'( Only 11 reviews? That's weak! It's not that bad a story!! Sure, I may be dragging it out and talking about nothing but I'm only practising so that I get better at talking about nothing! And you can compate this chapter with Sam's first chapter, and you'll see how much I improved in only a few weeks. I was rusty when I started. But anyway, soy sauce ahoy! I mean, read ahead! I'm a bit distracted because I'm talking to my friend about this AWESOME story he is going to write. Otherwise I shall kill him...

Vortex of Deception

Chapter Ten

Jessica's discovery must have been made obvious to the other two by the expression she unconsciously wore on her face. Ollie seemed to scowl as he perceived the look on her face as frightened. Jessica could feel her entire body tensing up with this cloud of fear that threatened to overwhelm her. Her mind was urging her to run but her body would not comply. There was a part of her that instantaneously recognised the malevolence in this man and warned her to be wary of him. Unfortunately, her feet were planted into the soft, moist ground preventing her from making a getaway.

It seemed that Isabelle was able to sense the hostility that Ollie was shooting towards Jessica, and the fear that was emanating from the poor innocent girl. She decided that the only thing that she could do was to intervene, to try to lighten the atmosphere surrounding the three.

"So, how about we return to the campfire?" Izzy suggested anxiously as she wrung her hands.

Perhaps Izzy isn't as cruel as I thought… Jessica thought absently to herself. After all, her older sister was defending her against someone so terrifying. And what was more was that this terrifying being was her mate. It was evident that Izzy didn't know the truth about the one she was wed to – she didn't know that he was a ghost. It was only a few seconds after the thought that something registered in Jessica's brain.

Hang on… Jessica was confused. Cruel? Huh? Could this… could this possibly be a memory of some kind? The thought caused a great excitement to stir in her body. But with that excitement came along an unexpected sense of dread. Was Izzy actually a cruel person? Had she done something truly horrible to her younger sister? Or could it possibly be that she had done something terrible to someone else? The very thought horrified her.

Meanwhile, as she had been considering her thoughts, reality continued to run its course around her. Izzy had just suggested that they return to the campfire where there was a large crowd of people who could possibly be used as witnesses if something were to occur. She was smiling hesitantly at him, trying to convince him of her relaxed image. It wasn't working, though. She tugged playfully at his arm as she shifted her feet impatiently.

His behaviour towards her was not unexpected but completely despicable. He angrily slapped her hand away from his skin as though she weren't worthy enough to touch him. Then, he grabbed at her wrists and drew her close to him. Due to the distance between Jessica and the two, she didn't manage to hear the words that he whispered to her, but she could feel the benevolence in his voice. Once he had finished spitting at her, he shoved her away from him as though she were a useless puppet. He hadn't intended Isabelle to be so pathetically weak though; he had meant it as a warning. Unfortunately, Jessica's older sibling ended up in the mud.

Jessica itched to reach down and offer the filthy Izzy that she had grown up with a hand but knew that it would be a foolish idea. Despite the fact that she wanted to help her sister in her time of need, she knew that if she tried she too would be punished. She would achieve nothing if she too ended up lying in the mud with Ollie towering over the two helpless girls. There was nothing that she could do to save her sister now. She just hoped that Izzy was a strong woman who could prevail in the hardest of situations. She needed to be able to do as such if she were to remain the mate of such a barbarous lunatic.

"That's my sister that you're throwing around," Jessica growled possessively. She was seething with built up anger as she met Ollie's forbidding eyes. "And your mate. Grow up and show some respect, you pig."

All three of them seemed to be quite surprised by her sudden outburst. But there was a great difference between the surprise that they all felt. Their expressions were all completely different – Ollie was infuriated, Izzy felt pitiful and Jessica was feeling extremely regretful. Isabelle was wise – she obviously knew of Ollie's short temper and had worked hard earlier not to ignite the bomb. She didn't envy the amnesiac. The look of horror that Izzy gave her caused Jessica to instantaneously regret her decision to speak. She had allowed her temper to get the better of her. She wouldn't make that mistake again – that is, if she lived past this horrible experience.

"I think Jessica and I need to have a little chat," Ollie was furious. His quite voice told of all the withheld anger that he felt towards Jessica. She knew that in the near future he would let the torrent of feelings loose. "Alone."

This seemed to really frighten Isabelle. Jessica herself was scared out of her wits – her body had frozen up and she was finding it difficult to breathe. She knew that her punishment would be severe. She could sense the impending doom as Ollie looked down at her. She knew that it was possible that she could die.

Isabelle knew that her sister would face terrible consequences for her actions but did not argue with her mate. She didn't even linger to try to calm Ollie down and to stop him from harming Jessica. Instead, she stood up and turned to face the campfire. After she took a deep breath she picked up her skirts and fled, leaving Jessica and Ollie alone.

Long after her sister had disappeared through the copse of trees, Ollie continued to stare distastefully at her. His eyes roamed her body critically as though surveying how worthy she was. Despite the many ways she tried to stop herself from feeling uncomfortable with his sickening eyes, she couldn't prevent the feeling from creeping up on her. He was just repulsive in so many ways.

His hair was silver with a few miniscule patches of a black-grey colour. It was tied with a piece of string and appeared as though it had not been washed in many weeks – it was coated with grease. His eyes were a dull, unappealing blue colour and his skin was covered with a layer of dirt. He had wrinkles running along his forehead and bags beneath his eyes. All in all, he wasn't a very attractive man.

She still couldn't find the courage to run and didn't possess the amount of stupidity it would take to break the tense silence. It was clear that Ollie made all of the rules in this place and ran the village with a firm hand; unlike other leaders of distant towns, he was not just a figurehead. She could understand her sister's fear of him. She didn't hold a grudge against Isabelle for marrying the man; she could understand that her sister had no choice in the matter. If she had declined his proposal she would surely have been killed by the man.

"Jessica, Jessica, Jessica," Ollie began with his weathered voice. He no longer seemed angry at her – instead he was smug. It was as if he knew some sort of inside joke. "You've been a bad little girl."
Jessica didn't respond to his taunts; she couldn't have come up with something appropriate and would have instead retorted rudely.

"And you know the truth about me," It was only an assumption but the fact that she went pale as soon as the words left his lips confirmed it. "You knew when you first saw me."

Once again she didn't respond.

Ollie didn't wait for a response, either. Instead, he grinned wickedly and clenched his teeth together. Jessica felt her heart pound in her chest as two dark rings appeared around his waist, two rings that were slightly familiar. She knew that she had seen them in her past but she couldn't remember where or when.

She felt dazed as the rings travelled in opposite directions and transformed Ollie into another person… into another thing. She knew instantly that it was not human. It was some sort of green skinned monster out of the bedtime stories she'd surely been told when she was a young child. He had fangs, ruby red eyes and raven black hair. His appearance made everything ever so obvious to her – Ollie was definitely evil.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow of pain was shot through her brain. She cried out as she was flooded with images, with memories that she had thought lost. She crouched upon the wet grass as everything locked into place. She was not a girl named Jessica and Isabelle was not her sister. In fact, she had never seen Isabelle in her life. And the creature – the ghost – hovering in the air above her was not Ollie; it was Vlad Plasmius.

She was Sam Manson, and she was in love with Danny Fenton.

Danny… She felt tears well up in her violet eyes as she thought of the person she had only recently remembered. How could she have forgotten someone so important to her? And… how could she have forgotten that terrible day when he had been ripped from her. Danny, my love… is dead.

She could remember it perfectly now that her memories had been restored. She had been with Danny in his lab; they were just talking – she had never confessed her love for him – when suddenly there had been an attack. It was a ghost that they'd never faced before that was accompanied by Danny's foe, Vlad Plasmius. She had been mauled by this unknown ghost and had drifted in and out of consciousness occasionally. But she had been wide awake when the ghost had stuck a blade through Danny's heart.

Oh… Danny… He heart cried out in mourning for him. But she could not fully grieve him for she was feeling slightly disoriented due to the swift return of her memories. She could barely think straight yet she knew that she only had one option. She had to escape into the forest so that she could get away from Vlad and this creepy village before they could ensnare her once again.

She shakily stood up and looked up at the man who claimed to be called Ollie. She knew that she had to act oblivious, as though she didn't know the truth about him. She couldn't look at him hatefully for causing the death of the one she loved but instead had to cower with fear when in his presence. It would be a hard task for even one as talented at acting as her.

"What do you have to say, now, Jessica?" He was smug. He was referring to her outburst earlier but she just ignored him with her eyes lowered. She knew that this was her only chance.

Before Vlad could utter another word, Sam Manson ran for her life.

She collapsed upon the damp ground as she struggled for breath. Both her sides and her legs ached from the long, breathless run but she was satisfied with her progress. If she could find a large bush that she could hide herself in she was certain that Vlad wouldn't find her. He wouldn't think a measly human such as her was capable of running such a distance in so short a time. Little did he know that she was the best runner in her entire school.

The tip of her nose was chilly as she crawled about in the forest, the moon's face unable to shine down through the treetops. The world around her was pitch black yet she managed to keep from running into any obstacles or injuring herself. The most important thing now was that she didn't make a noise. Noise travelled far throughout such a silent area.

Suddenly she heard a growl behind her and spun around in panic. The winds rustled the trees and conveniently allowed the light of the moon to seep through their branches. What Sam saw did not bode well. For standing in front of her was a large, silver wolf with massive white fangs. Spittle dripped from its lip as it slowly advanced.

Sam screamed as the enormous wolf lunged for her throat.

Eee heee Sam is BACK! Haha, I got really excited when I got that idea. So come on, you want more and more and more! And soon, one day in the future... I won't tell you :) I'm thinking this should be about 30 chapters, I really don't want to have to write more than that but I will if I must. I will get this story finished, and I will not rush it. Man and I want soy sauce. It's amazing. So is iced coffee. Ahhh I love coffee I made the best iced coffee the other day yum. And for all of you who read Changing Their Fate... I am trying to write the next chapter at the moment. I hope it will be up tomorrow afternoon but it might end up being the next day. Will be up ASAP. I have so much homework, haha. I wish school didn't go for as long. I don't have enough time to do ANYTHING. And all my friends think that I spend all of my time sleeping... haha.

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