Filler thread. No Reply. Location: Laurents secret hotel outside of the City. Hours after the Carnival kidnapping.Samantha had been beaten and ridiculed. Blinded by the rage like the young pup she was, falling for his taunts, every strike, kick and throw she endured fueled the beast. Sam didn't want to stop, she deserved to be beaten in her mind, battered and bloodied, and when she did not submit. He threw her in a locked cell, a slave to this monster. Sam was not alone, slinking into a corner, her back against the wall. He had more victims, shame and fear coated the place in a thick, musty aroma. It saturated the walls, the ground. It disgusted Sam to see innocent people locked away, objects to be used, nothing more. Mere sheep that had been beaten into submission, dead hollowed-out eyes gazed at the new captive.
Alena was not here. Her bright student, full of charm and sass. Sam had hope that she escaped. That Sam at least saved one of her students from this cruel place, there was no hope, no light, only sadness and fear. Sam hoped that Alena had found either the Ward or one of the Anarchs. Yet it did not relieve that anger that twisted at her stomach, it was the first time the beast within her raged, it felt sickening, and she felt that the person she worked at to become, was in peril.
Sam never thought the past would come back to haunt her this soon, he was in Pisky Park that night, he drained her, and left her for dead. Sam should have felt helpless, vulnerable and worthless. But his face stirred deep and terrifying anger Sam thought she had laid to rest long ago. He killed Al, her darling Brujah and friend. Sam should have grieved, screamed, howled and cried, but the primal anger that gripped her heart would not allow it. Sam wanted to hurt him. Tear flesh, break bones. Anything to avenge Al and his death. It was not right, he shouldn't have died, but the Sabbat were vicious, and cared little for others outside their Pack. Tyler would hate Sam. In her mind, she didn't do enough, and now Al was gone. Sam clenched her jaw in contempt, gritted her teeth, and then she had another uncontrolled outburst.
Sam charged the cell door again with lightening fury from her darken cell corner, grabbed the bars, shaking them in rage once again, she could not calm down. Jake... what would happen? Mitchelletto cast a spell, her blood bond weakened, Sam could hardly feel Jake anymore. Like the assassin wanted to trick Jake, insinuating Sam had left the country. As her heart dropped her body followed, sliding down the bars she once shook in outrage, she wanted to reach out to Jake. To comfort him, tell him she would be coming home, intact, and no matter what devastation Mitch had in store for Sam, he would not break her. The blood of survivors ran through her veins, Jake had survived Mithras. Now, Sam would survive the man responsible for setting her on Jakes's path, her adorable sire, her lovable father.
Lisa-Joe... I hope you hold Jake for me. My charming Auntie, strong, valiant and caring. While you hold Jake, my lovely Maria will hold you, you're always being strong for us, and for once someone can be strong for you. And for once Maria you are not alone, you have found your place among the Anarchs, and I hope your deities hear me...Grief had finally taken over, crimson red tears stained my cheeks, one hand covering her mouth to muffle the sobs about to come. Sam crawled back to the corner of the cell, curled up in a ball, hid her face, and sobbed silently as possible.
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It had been hours after her impulsive actions and unfortunate capture. Allowing her anger to take hold now was a terrible mistake, Sam should have saved what little vitae Sam had in her. A rookie mistake. Sam needed to survive this hell hole, free these people, and make it back home. It would not be fair to let these individuals suffer, to be selfish and escape on her own. No, that would not be her. Sam will honour Al's sacrifice, he would have not died in vain for me. Sam will bring new Anarchs home, it can't make up for the death of Al, but at least it would ease the pain of his loss. Sam still firmly believed Tyler would hate her, another Brujah dying over a Ventrue, how Camarilla it seemed, and wrong it felt. Sam did not want to be labelled a Camarilla lackey, she wanted... no, needed to be Anarch.
When Jake left to fight the Sabbat she had two frightening revelations. One, he could die. Two, he taught Sam to lead, with strength and charisma, and yet, Sam had not learned how to follow. How could she follow directions when she got lost? If she didn't learn how to follow, how would she know when its time to follow her heart? Sam strived to be the person others looked up too, but not the person people truly saw. Manuel taught Sam, leading is understanding we are all following something, and to become a good leader, you have to be a good follower. And it didn't matter what you were doing, it was your attitude and understanding that you're not above anyone. Spoken like a true Anarch.
In the eighteen months, Jake had left Sam learned to follow, and Sam had learned a leader is not in front of the crowd, they walk with the crowd. No matter what position you are at, or the role you play, you are a leader. Something as simple as a smile is guiding others to believe more in themselves. If her actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more, and become more, it would be worth it. There is a misconception that a real leader is someone who is powerful and above us, but it is the people in the audience that have the power to become leaders.
The creak of a heavy door interrupted her thoughts, quick light steps echoed through the cell rooms, you could hear people scuttle in fear. Sam did not look up, listening for when the footsteps would stop. It had stopped at her cell. Mitch sucked in his breath in excitement, it caused Sam too look up, and stare at the man that had caused the destruction at tonight's event.
"You are going to have a little buddy soon," he said. Breaking out in a wicked laugh that filled the room, his shoulders rolling made Sam want to kill the man.
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