Samantha Cassidy

It wasn't as though Samantha presumed that the entrance to such an establishment wouldn't be guarded - it was more that she was shocked that Aiden lived in such an elaborate place. She'd tried pleading with the Hispanic man at the door, unsure of exactly how to explain why Aiden would want to see her. If anything, she wasn't sure that releasing that she was sort of involved with Aiden would be beneficial to her in this moment. Their kisses... those intimate moments between them... she hardly wanted to share them with a stranger whose only emotion towards her was outright disgust that she would dare try to enter. The faerie girl stepped back, letting out a huff of air as she thought of how to proceed. She had no phone with her or a way to contact Aiden at the moment, and given the skepticism that was written all over the man's face, she doubted that a demand to fetch the man she was demanding would go over well. She reached up, tugging a hand through her brunette locks in frustration. "You don't understand, I need to see him right now." She attempted in vain to make her voice sound commanding and sure of herself. But her neck was throbbing and she felt weak and tired from the blood loss. In fact, she was just about to turn to walk away from the man and begin her long trek to her apartment when the wolf appeared behind the man.

In an instant, there was the fierce wave of territorial jealousy that washed over her, and if it hadn't been for the soft, feminine voice that played in her mind, she would have turned and bolted. Samantha hesitated as Jackal stepped aside, allowing her passage. She wasn't sure that following the wolf was the best idea, but it wasn't as though she had another opportunity to get to Aiden without it. So with that in mind, she stepped over the threshold and towards the wolf. She froze in place as the wolf â€" the girl â€" sniffed her. She seemed to accept the smell of the faerie girl without complaint. Samantha caught a wave of the inquisitiveness towards her own scent off the female. The wolf hardly seemed like she viewed Samantha as a threat, and it was that that caused the girl to follow her down the hall. Samantha could hear the commotion coming from the opposite direction, and for a moment the young fae considered going to investigate. But surely the wolf wouldn't allow the girl out of her sight â€" since she'd mentioned vouching for her, after all â€" and she wasn't stupid enough to provoke a vampire and a werewolf on the same night.

Samantha hardly hesitated to follow the wolf into the small room, though she instantly regretted it as the door slid shut behind her. It wasn't until she heard the click of the lock that a wave of terror washed over the young fae. There was no way out of the room that she could tell. She wasn't leaving this room unless the wolf in front of her allowed it. The knowledge alone was enough to make the girl shiver with fright. She hardly had time to react as the wolf lunged at her, knocking her flat on her back. Sam let out a howl of pain as both paws constrained her shoulders to the ground. The young fae girl was hardly strong enough without blood loss to fight off the attack, but given the events of the night, she was an easy target. Still, despite the dangerous way the wolf looked at her, her emotions weren't hostile. Merely... protective. As though she was a threat. Samantha nearly laughed at the thought. She was a naïve fae girl who couldn't protect herself. What kind of threat was she?

She listened to the words that echoed in her mind in the same feminine voice. The words matched the woman's emotions. Protective. Territorial. But not threatening. Still, she had no reason to trust the woman, especially not pinned under her in a locked room. And truly, Samantha wasn't even sure that the release of the information that she was demanding wouldn't result in the wolf tearing her apart at the throat. She knew little about Weres. How was she to know that the very idea of her being romantically involved with Aiden wouldn't be grounds to rip her apart. But still, it was ultimately the weight of the wolf's paws on her shoulders and the fact that she wouldn't get out of here without her help that caused the words to slip from the fae girl's lips.

"I was attacked," Samantha managed. Her voice cracked, but she kept her gaze on the wolf in an attempt to display the confidence that she no longer felt. "I was in the forest. Came across a... ow" The young girl broke off as the weight of the wolf seemed to shift on her shoulders â€" or perhaps she'd managed to wiggle. "That hurts. I came across a girl. She was a hunter, but I didn't know that. Not good at telling Supernaturals apart yet. That's what Aiden says, anyway. He's trying to teach me. Two vampires got her. Killed her. Drank from me. I came here because Aiden's my..." A million emotions seemed to flash across her mind as she struggled to find the right words to say. The lust she'd felt looking at him. The desire she felt when they'd kissed. The... the... infatuation she felt for him. The emotion was strong, though with it caused the sentence to die on her lips. She wasn't sure how to proclaim what she was to Aiden when she hardly knew herself.