Samantha Cassidy

As much as Samantha would have liked to say that she had found her footing at the Cat's Meow instantly, but it seemed as though that was anything but the truth. The fae girls that she was meant to learn from were anything but trusting of her. Though, truthfully, it wasn't as though she could blame them for not immediately liking the young faery girl who knew nothing about what it was like to be fae. She knew she'd eventually get the answers that Nadya had hinted at, though at this point she had little faith that it would be any time soon. In the meantime, it seemed that she would just have to continue to pretend to actually like the girls who found her so untrustworthy. Samantha still wasn't quite comfortable enough to get on stage, a fact that the other girls seemed to use to fuel their distaste of her. On more than one occasion, she'd heard them mumble that she wasn't pulling her weight, or was only here because of Nadya's brother escorting her to the door.

Sam hardly felt that was fair. After all, it wasn't as though the feline had really done that awfully much for her. Sure, he'd delivered her to the club, but after that he'd disappeared from her life as quickly as he'd come. Still remembering the annoyance and tension that had coursed between the two of them when they'd been together near her, Sam had elected not to mention the boy to his sister. Though, despite that, Samantha often thought about the feline and his willingness to help her even if the gesture had resulted in a situation that had started to feel as clique-y as her high school days. She'd wished he'd stayed, or at least had come to see her again. Though, truthfully, why would he? They'd known each other for two hours and he hadn't said a word to her. Why would he feel anything but a state of hebetude towards the young faery?

It was unusually cold when she'd stepped out of the club after closing, longing to go and rest in her own bed. It was nice to be in her own clothing after hours of working in the dresses that exposed far more of her skin than she felt comfortable in. The alley she'd exited into was a relief to the young empath. As much as she enjoyed the club, she couldn't deny the drained feeling she experienced at the end of every night. It took too much out of her to focus when she was being overwhelmed with dozens of peoples' lustful emotions. The bare alley was the best kind of relief for her throbbing head. It was completely empty of any emotion, just the way she liked it. Except...

Except suddenly, without warning, it wasn't without emotion. It wasn't the lustful, rebellious feelings she'd grown accustomed to over the course of the evening. It was something else entirely, something that the young girl just couldn't put a name to. It felt dark and blinding. Hatred, almost, but darker, more dangerous. It was definitely not a normal emotion, nor was it one she'd ever felt since she'd gained her power. The emotion was so surprising to her that she'd looked up from rubbing her throbbing temples to glance around the dark alley. "Hello?" She called out, frowning to herself when there was nothing there but blackness. "Is someone there?" Of course, no one answered her calls, and she was just about to continue on her walk home when there was a noise that she couldn't explain and a blinding pain on her left arm. It was enough to bring the young girl down onto her knees with a yowl of pain, her free hand going to her arm and coming away covered in blood. Beside her lay a single arrow which seemed to be the source of the pain she was currently experiencing, which only seemed to amplify the confusion she was feeling. The hatred-like feeling seemed to be getting closer and more disabling, paralyzing her on her knees as she struggled to find some instinct as to what to do in a situation like this.