by GoozX
Michelle Campbell sat on her bed in her pyjamas. She had been crying since her fight with Sam. What had gotten into him? Maybe, she thought, he wasn't the same boy she had fallen for all those years ago. She held a picture of herself and Sam from before he had left. In it, they were both smiling, his arms wrapped around her body. It was from before their petty breakup at her parent's party. Then, they spoke, and of course everything was better. No matter what happened between them, after one talk everything was always fixed, and they were together again.
But the fire changed all of that. As Sam healed, he locked himself away from her and wouldn't accept her calls, didn't return her messages. Then, without so much of a word, he was gone, never calling, never writing. Didn't know whether he was dead or alive. With that, a part of her died as well.
Whipping her tears away, Michelle crumbled the picture up and threw it into her wastebasket.
Her phone rang. She cleared her voice. "Hello?"
"Mich! I need you, please!" The voice was frantic.
"Clark?" Michelle was surprised and jumped up. "Are you okay? What's going on? Where have you been?"
"I need you, please. Meet me off third... please."
"Of course--" Before Michelle could finish, a click sounded the end of the conversation. Nervous, she quickly got up and put on a raincoat.
Jake's:
The bar had barely calmed down since the events that seemed to piggyback each other. Jake had enough troubles on his mind, locked in his office with a very dangerous man. He pressed a button on his office intercom and said, "What's the holdup?"
"Sorry, sir, we were not sure if we should continue the show so soon after the brawling."
Jake's voice was angered due to the stress on him that he needed to get out. "Just introduce him. I don't have time to argue this."
"Okay, sir, right away."
Outside Jake's office, a short man in a suit stepped onto the small stage, a tail following behind him.
"Ladies and gents, I welcome tonight to Jake's Place, once the lord of the flies and of the rotten land, now singing for you one of the greatest Elvis songs of all time... BHAGHHH-RUPTH!"
The lights dimmed, and a spotlight shined over the bar, stopping on a large figure on the stage. A hat covered his face as background music began, and he stomped his right foot and threw his hat away. The spotlight reflected off little mirrors on his white jumpsuit, a gold chain wrapped around his huge turtle shell. Bhaghhh-rupth winked toward Octavia, who fanned herself with a towel to stop from fainting. With a snap of his finger and a shaking of his waist, he began singing.
"WE'RE CAUGHT IN A TRAAAP,
I CAN'T WALK OUUUT,
BECAAAUUUSE I LOOOVE YOU TOO MUCH, BABYYY!"
Sam Dawson wandered down the wet streets aimlessly, tears in his eyes. His head felt as though it would explode. Pulling out his cell phone, he somehow was able to dial Michelle's number.
The answering machine picked up. Sam was able to shake the pain for a moment, just enough time to leave a message. He didn't notice as a darkened figure followed him.
As Sam talked on the phone, a figure jumped out of the shadows and hit him across the back, sending him onto the wet pavement. The phone hit the ground and slid to a stop on the sidewalk. Sam's hands glided across the wet pavement, trying to grip onto something to keep his balance and to notice his attacker. Finally clearing the rainwater from his eyes, he saw the blurred image of Clark Thomas, his one-time best friend.
"Clark?" Sam asked.
Before getting a response, Clark kicked Sam in the stomach, sending him onto his back. Clark kicked him again and again.
Danny Hearn cursed himself, the rain still pouring above, his borrowed clothes soaked and his night wrecked. He had no luck finding Sam.
"Stupid island."
"Why don't we just go back to the bar?"
"Shut it, Hal. I can't let Sam hurt himself."
"After what he said before?"
"Look, he's still a friend, and I just can't--"
"Whatever."
Before Danny could respond to his second brain, he heard screams from down the block. "Tiger claws," he said.
Sam spit up blood, which swirled down the drain with the rainwater. "Clark? Why are you doing this?"
Clark laughed and smiled. "Why am I doing this, Sammy?" Clark slammed his foot down on Sam's back and grabbed his hair, pulling his head up; blood flowed from his nose and mouth.
"No matter what, you have always gotten your way." Clark punched Sam directly in the face. "Always." Clark punched him again.
"Money, looks, popularity, a perfect family." With every word spoken, Clark hit him again and again. "And, worst of all, the perfect girlfriend."
Sam could now barely see. The falling rain began to wash the blood away from his face. Slowly, his vision cleared.
"Now, I have the power."
Sam stared Clark directly in the eyes. They were red, a slight glow through the rain and darkness. Clark smiled, revealing too-long fangs. "Clark? What's going on?"
"I've been given a gift."
"You're a monster."
"No, meta, you're the monster. I am higher than both you and the norms now. I am immortal."
"A vampire..."
"You had to come back, didn't you? Everything was perfect. I had the popularity. I had Michelle!"
"She's not a possession."
"SHUT UP!" Clark jabbed his elbow into Sam's back and lifted him up with one hand, choking him.
"Before I kill you, you should know that, as we speak, she is being beaten, raped, and drained dry. But we will not let her pain end tonight; we will extend it for as long as possible, for weeks, maybe even months."
Michelle screamed at the top of her lungs and was running for her life from a monster. Only a few blocks away from her apartment, she hoped that she would be able to make it in time. A figure with great speed jumped in front of her.
Michelle was thrown to the ground hard; she attempted to run from her attacker but fell right into the arms of another monster. He slapped her, causing her to fall back onto the ground. The rain covered her tears as the two men came closer and closer. She screamed at the top of her lungs once again.
Another figure appeared in the shadows, claws extended from his hands. "Get away from the girl!" the stranger's voice commanded.
Sam closed his eyes as Clark choked the life out of him. Slowly, his hands shifted into blades. He knew what he must do.
Never opening his eyes, Sam used all his remaining strength to let his arms fly around and take off Clark's head. Both men's bodies dropped to the ground. Clark Thomas' body turned to ash, the rain quickly washing it away. Sam lifted the ash into the air toward his face, the last remains of his once best friend. Tears flowed from his eyes.
The two vampires jumped at Danny, and with quick reflexes Danny sidestepped one and let his tiger claws swipe across the chest of another. He quickly turned and kicked the first one in the stomach and followed with a kick to the head. The other jumped high in the air at him.
"Venom." Danny turned and shot black venom into the vampire's face. As it fell to its knees, Danny swiped his claws across its neck, almost taking off its head.
The other vampire hit Danny from behind and then lifted him off the ground and slammed him onto the sidewalk. The beast's strength was great.
"Ox muscles." Danny's joints locked, and his muscles tightened up. Danny traded punches with the vampire, causing it to fall back a few steps. Another punch cracked its skull.
"Let's get out of here," the vampire's companion said, wiping the venom from his eyes. "Claus is gonna be pissed!"
Both vampires quickly ran off into the shadows. Danny whispered to himself, "Hal..." All animal elements were retracted, and he was back to normal. He walked toward Michelle.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"You... saved me." A smile seeped through Michelle's tears, and she hugged him with all of her strength. Danny hugged her back. With the pain she had felt recently, she needed this. She needed him.
Sam ran down the dark, wet streets, gaining speed and momentum as he went. He had to reach Michelle before it was too late. Passing block after block, it felt like a lifetime was passing before his eyes. His mind began to clear.
He ran, his heart racing, almost pounding out of his chest, faster and faster, never letting the pain take over. The rain slowly let up.
His feet hit the ground, and he slid to a stop in front of her apartment. Everything seemed calm. Maybe Clark was lying, just trying to hurt him. Just to make sure, Sam ran to the window. He glided his hand across it, whipping away the rainwater and condensation.
Wiping clean his eyes, he saw movement in her bed.
Michelle was having sex with someone, not being raped nor attacked. Her face showed that she was enjoying herself.
Sam's heart stopped for a moment. His eyes widened as he saw the face of the person she was with: Danny.
"WE'RE CAUGHT IN A TRAAAP,
I CAN'T WALK OUUUT,
BECAAAUUUSE I LOOOVE YOU TOO MUCH, BABYYY!"