Samantha Cassidy

Samantha would have liked to think that a lot had changed in the nearly six years that she'd been a faerie. She would have liked to think that she was stronger somehow. She did, of course, have more powers and could understand them better now. She ran a Monarchy - a small one, but still. She was stronger, braver, better than the girl she was when they'd taken her all those years ago. And yet the sound of Layla's voice was enough to send the girl spiraling backwards to that girl she was on that October night in New York City. The fear within her seemed to rise, threatening to boil over as she forced herself to demand that no, she wasn't theirs. But there were three of them and she was so weak. Her affinity wouldn't work against them - why wouldn't it work? - and there was simply no way to keep herself safe from the mercy of her sadistic faerie creators. With her back to the wall and the three of them on either side of her, it was nearly impossible that she would be able to get away from them, let alone to the Ark where she would find safety in the arms of the Nightshade pack. She was on her own, and it was likely that they would take her. They would steal her from this life entirely without even a chance to explain. To Dorian, to Aiden...

The girl couldn't help the way she flinched almost immediately as Layla stepped forward, the girl somehow attempting to make herself smaller. "Don't touch me," She spat, though it was useless as Layla's hand brushed against her cheek. The girl let out a pathetic sort of noise, turning her head away from Layla. The words that the faerie girl offered her had her attention snapping back to the woman, a glare on her features. No, no, no they would not threaten Dorian. "I do not belong to you. And neither does anyone.. He doesn't... No." She let that affinity of hers flare to life, using that fear as if she could create a shield. But even that, just as her empathy seemed to fail against her creators, didn't seem to stop them. Blinking, the slight fae girl looked up at Naia. "Why don't my... I..." She had never heard of powers failing against a creator, and yet how would she know for sure? Had she ever asked anyone? Had she ever truly expected them to come back after her? Sure, Frost had warned her of it, and she'd spent months now being terrified of her own shadow. But yet she'd never fully expected it... had she? If she had, she would have never gone without Dorian tonight. Dorian... Aiden she was assured would be able to protect himself. But would Dorian?

"Get away from me," Samantha pleaded. How she wanted her voice to sound strong, as a Fae Queen should. And yet it came out so meek and terrified, the girl trembling in every aspect as her eyes flashed to that delicate little dagger that Naia balanced between her fingers. At least it wasn't iron. The girl hardly had time to react to the sadistic girl's words before that dagger was brought down so swiftly against the queen's leg. Though she wanted so desperately to appear strong, she couldn't help the ear shattering scream that erupted from the girl. It felt like fire blazing through her bones, and without a doubt now she knew that she would never be able to get to the Ark safely, not with her leg threatening to give out on her at any moment. She was hardly surprised, then, by the girlish giggling that erupted from the trio. The girl refused to look at that extended hand that was offered to her, instead her eyes trained towards the direction of the Ark. She may not be able to get there, but perhaps she could get close enough that Aiden would hear her scream.

"Okay," She said through gritted teeth, the girl moving to push herself off the wall. Her leg ached and yet she was surprised that she could keep the weight on it. She had about five seconds, she would guess, before they would descend on her and then she would truly be at their mercy. She didn't know what they would do to her, and yet the girl hardly found she cared as she turned abruptly, her body propelling her forward and towards the Ark. "Aiden!" The girl screamed as loudly as she could, desperate that she might be loud enough to call upon the one person that might be able to save her. The fear within the girl was increasing so heavily as she heard her would-be captors footsteps on the pavement. "Aiden, help me!"