A New Meaning to the Night

Chapter Seventeen: Confrontation

She didn't drink the blood. The smell had been so overwhelming that she had been forced to dump it out the window to ensure that she simply couldn't drink it. She could feel William, Cori, and Damien trying to push their way into her head now and she pushed back violently.

They'd lied to her, every single one of them. She'd been left to sit around, clueless, when she could have been preparing. Glancing back at the window, she thought about simply slipping out, but she had two days' worth of filth to clean off. Grabbing a change of clothes, she stepped out into the hallway, only to run immediately into Damien.

"Sam, I want to talk to you about—"

She shouldered past him and headed straight for the bathroom. "I don't want to talk to you." Before he could argue, she slammed the door in his face.

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"She's pissed," Cori sighed and leaned into William's side as they sat on the couch. "She's really pissed."

"She can't hide in her room forever," Rebecca said reasonably. "She'll have to come out to talk to us at some point."

"This is completely ridiculous," Kaitlyn snapped. "If this is how she's going to react, how can any of you even think she's ready to risk her life taking on someone as ruthless as Jacob?"

"Did you expect her to wake up and be completely understanding over the thought of everyone important to her taking away her right to choose for nearly three years?" Rebecca spoke sharply. "I know you missed out on a great deal of your daughter's life, but even you should understand the kind of feelings that would incur." Kaitlyn pursed her lips and continued to pace, but didn't snap back a response at her mother's words.

"She's not the type of person to go back on her word," William stated. "Angry or not, she'll want to speak with us to figure out what the plan is."

"If she cares what our plan is..." Cori trailed off and they were all silent for a moment. "You don't think she would go in on her own...?"

Damien let out a string of curses and instantly began banging on the bathroom door. "Samantha! Samantha, you'd better be in there, or I'll─"

The door swung open, and there she stood, a towel wrapped around her body and a haughty expression on her face. "Or you'll what?"

Standing, mouth still slightly open, he couldn't keep his gaze from trailing down her body before he snapped back to attention and began shoving her in the direction of her room. "William is in the living room, he could have seen you."

Sam rolled her eyes as she let him herd her back to her room. "Everything is covered, Damien. He wouldn't have seen anything. And don't think that I'm any less mad at you now than I was when I stepped into that bathroom because I am, so get out of my room."

"For Christ's sake," Damien spat, slamming her door and practically growling as they stood toe to toe. "We are not going to apologize for doing what we did. You knew about your father for less than a week and you nearly got yourself killed by a pack of werewolves."

"A pack of werewolves who went after me for embarrassing them at a bar," she spat back. "That had nothing to do with my father. And if you even try to say my mind could've easily been read by some wolf or vampire wandering down the street, and if I happened to be thinking about my father, they'd turn me into Jacob Fisher, then I'm liable to strangle you, Damien so don't even try."

"There'd be no reason to say it, you said it just fine yourself."

"And there is absolutely no way I could've created some sort of object to keep vampires out of my mind. I certainly didn't do that exact thing when I found out you were a vampire. Something, I might add, I would've already known if my memories hadn't been stolen from me."