Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Seeing All and Nothing ❯ Scott and Sammy ( Chapter 9 )

~~ Scott & Sammy ~~

 

Scott defended against her fierce blows expertly with his claws as they were as strong as steel. Sammy smirked and reached for a fan, a sharp as any blade, and ran it across his torso, spilling crimson droplets in the dry sand, which absorbed it immediately. The wound healed almost as quickly as it had been made, leaving only a thin scar where it had been, for one could not harm the undead. Sammy cursed silently to herself as she was then thrown on the defense, blocking his attacks which were slightly swifter compared to her human capabilities. It wasn't long before the wind around her grew angered by this and came to her defense, accustomed to her wished. Without really knowing what was happening, Scott found himself being lifted into the air against his will and thrown expertly across the battlefield, knocking over several of his vampire clansmen.

 

Sammy smirked slightly and watched as the vampire got slowly to his feet and rushed at her, claws held high. Thinking quickly, the Wind Goddess threw three well-aimed kunai as he leapt at her. Although her aim was true, two grazed his skin, tearing slash marks into the side of his cheek and arm. The third had embedded itself deeply into his right leg. The vampire howled.

 

Seizing an unanticipated opportunity, Sammy used the wind around her to cause Scott to remain stationary in the air. The Night Manager felt as if a giant hand was holding him in mid-air, squeezing the life out of him. He struggled. The wind grew tighter. Sammy stood before him with her hands out in front of her, as if delivering death. Suddenly, she let go. He fell ten feet to the ground, as soon as his head hit the desert sands; he knew nothing but darkness…

 

The Wind Goddess laughed triumphantly and walked over to finish off her opponent, but realized that the vampire's helmet had been knocked off in the fall. It was Scott. Oh my…

 

“Scott?” Sammy asked the unconscious person, switching instantly from being the ruthless Chimerian Goddess to her self. She kneeled next to him as the battle waged on around them and shook him slightly. He slowly opened his eyes, then sat straight up and glared at the Wind Goddess.

 

“We are not finished.” He stated in reference to his army of vampires. Sammy then realized she hadn't removed her helmet. “You may kill me, but my minions will-“ he stopped when he saw that the person he'd just been trying to kill was in fact Sammy. “Sammy?”

 

“Scott, what the heck? Why are you a vampire? What are you doing here?” The blonde-haired woman questioned rapidly.

 

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” He stood up and looked around. The crimson red color had faded to a slight tint. Vampires and Chimera were oblivious to the scene that just played out. “We'll talk about that later, right now we need to get out of here and find Dylan. Do you think he's here too?”

 

“No, if he were a vampire, you'd notice, and I don't think he morphed himself into a Chimera.” Sammy replied.

 

“I doubt that somehow.” Scott replied sarcastically. “Let's get out of here before they notice.”

 

Slowly, they crept through the crowd of tangled masses, seeking a way out. It wasn't long, however, before a few others caught up to them. Collin, Andrew, Dillon, and Tyler has seen their Lord wandering off with the Wind Goddess and decided to follow. After all, their Master would always know when it was best to retreat from a lost cause, even if it meant leaving all others behind to die. They caught up to the pair easily, surprising both the Wind Goddess and Night Manager with their presence.

 

“Hey, what are you guys doing following us?” Scott questioned. Sammy just looked at them funny when the vampires fell to their knees and pleaded with their Vampire Lord.

 

“When you retreat we shall follow, my Lord. There may be dangerous Chimera lurking about.”

 

“I can handle them.”

 

“We have sworn to follow.” Tyler argued. Scott glared at them, but then turned away, deciding that there wasn't enough time to bother bickering.

 

“Fine, follow us if you wish, but stay out of the way and keep and help search for Dylan.”

 

“Dylan? Who is he and what does he look like?” Andrew questioned.

 

“He's Scott's brother and looks like him with longer hair.” Sammy replied, eager to get away from the bloody battle.

 

“Whatever you wish.” They then proceeded to keep themselves hidden with their vampire stealth. Scott stayed with Sammy as they made to escape the stench of death.

 

After walking deeper into the dry, mysterious desert Sammy, Scott, and his vampire minions were far enough away to only faintly hear the continuing war cries of those who refused to die. They would hear those screams for the rest of their lives, watching a continuous memory of fallen warriors, taken down by their unflinching, brutal rivals. Dylan was never found. As they continued onward and there was still no sign of him, their worries grew. There was a chance he had been murdered in the slaughter. But there was also a chance he wasn't even in the same time as they were. This possibility was unknown.