Deadly Love

Chapter Two

Author Notes:

Okay now for chapter two. Sorry the first one was short, I hope to make this one alot longer. Since you already know Samantha we are going to get more into her past and more into this pack. Comments and votes are welcome :). Make me happy. And if you have any cover ideas I would welcome those as well.

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Chapter Two:

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Samantha look at the puddle of water as it drips from the ceiling, wishing it would stop. All she's heard since she was thrown in this dungon was the irritating dripping of water. She felt like she was in a old film, they like the keep the old timey dark, glumy and depressing old dungon look that she seen in movies. She pulls her knees up to her chest and tries to wrap her arms around her legs, the chains tugging on her wrist. Her eyes look at the chains in the moonlight, a feeling of shame seems to coat her as new tears fill her already stained red eyes.

"Stop crying Sam...calm down and try to figure a way out", she thinks. But deep down she knew she was stuck and stuck good. The bars that make her tomb is coated in paint lined with holy water. She looks down at her hand and winces at the bubbled up skin on her palm. She wasn't going to try that again. The only way to escape was to flee when they opened the door themselves. And if she made it out before she got killed in here, then shee would have to get past the entire pack house fill of werewolves that couldn't wait to rip their teeth into her. But she had to try. Until then she would have to sit here and listen to the only company she had, the dripping water.

She sighs and leans her head against the brick wall. She looks out the bars, its shadow laying on the floor close to her feet. Would her family notice her missing? They probably wouldn't care. They were probably in the deep woods of Rockwell, North Carolina feeding, maybe happy that she was gone. Her family hide no shame of having her in their lifes. She wasn't allowed to attend normal high school, forced to be home school and put to work in the house. She was incharge of the cooking and cleaning. If she didn't do it as they want her father would "put her in her place".

　

She reaches up and rubs her cheek. She cries as remember the last time she saw her father. She was home cleaning dishes in the sink, her mother and two sisters upstairs. Her mother probably opening a bottle of blood from a virgin that she caught this morning. Her two sisters probably going through her stuff. She sighed and pushed the strand of hair that was falling in her face when her father walked in. She didn't turn not wanting to see his face. He walks in and smiles at her. "What was for dinner?" he booast, probably happy from just feeding.

　

"Steak" Sam whispers, rinsing off a plate under the hot water. "Its in the microwave", she says inclining her head to the object. He turns to go to it when the plate slips out of Sams hands and hits the floor shattering in a million pieces. Her heart drops, her eyes slowly moving up to lock in with his. He was pissed and fear took over her entire body.

　

"You dumb bitch!" He spit, yanking her up against the counter, letting the edge bite into the middle of her back. "Look what you fucking did!" He screamed grabbing her hair forcing her to look down at the sharred mess on the floor.

"Please dad, Ill clean it up. It was a accident!", Samantha pleds. He slaps her face throwing her to the ground down by the glass.

"You better clean it up and when your done bring my food up to me upstair, got me?!" He says to her. With that he turns and leaves and walks upstairs. Samantha cries and curles up into a ball her cheek stinging with pain. In the dungon Sam rubs her cheek feeling the sting. She sighed deeply. Hell no her family wassn't looking for her. And she hope they never will. New tears form again and lays her head against her knees. BANG BANG BANG! Her head bolts up and she looks at the bars, seeing the werewolve that caught her in the woods. Now able to finally look at him with the candlelight she could make him out. He was 6'3'', black hair that came to the middle of his neck, brown eyes and dark olive skin. He was extremely built and now had an unemontial look on his face. Samantha narrows her eyes. He takes the keys in his hand and unlocks the door, holding a cross in his left hand. He holds it up and slowly walks towards her.

　

"My alpha wishes to see you." He speaks deeply and low.

Sam rolls her eyes and stands up with the chain dangling from the wrists. "Oh he does does he? And what do I owe the pleasure."

He smiles and shrugs his shoulders, "that I do not know."

Samantha laughs and looks down at his shocked face, "So he sends a pup to get the big bad vampire huh?", she smiles.

His eyes turns red and growls lowly. "Shut up leech. Im his beeta and will have to joy of ripping you to shreads if you push me."

Samantha smirks and holds her wrists out for him to unlock her.

　

"Up against the wall!" He growls, the handcuffs falling down to the ground, holding the cross up in front of him. She hisses slightly and presses her back into the wall. "You will walk forward and I will walk behind you. Make any movements to leave, you will be killed. You may be strong but even you vampire can't take out 20 werewolves."

He was right. Maybe if she got alone time with this alpha of theirs, she could convince him to let her go. She walks out of the dungon and up to the pack house, fearing the worse.

　

　

　

　

　

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Okay second part down. what you think? Comments and votes will help :). Next chapter coming tomorrow. Give me ideas for cast members for my story. Love all my fans and all the comments you left for last chapter.

　

Much love,

　

Lilly