Samantha Cassidy

Truly, the young woman could not understand precisely what was going on. She was tired - exhausted, even - from nights without sleep. All she had wanted was to relax within her bed and watch a movie. It was the smallest thing to want and it had been torn abruptly from her by the young woman bursting in her window and hauling her out of bed. Samantha could already feel the sting of tears in her eyes as she regarded the woman from her position on the floor. Tears that were forming both from the ache in her body from being thrown to the ground, but also from the anger she held within herself at using her power on the young witch. The guilt seemed to rise more within the woman than the anger that Vhalla wanted from her, and the more that she calmed down, the angrier Vhalla seemed to be. She resisted as the assassin reached down to haul her forcibly up to her feet, a pitiful whimper escaping her throat as she was released to stand next to her raging friend. Still, despite her attempts to get Samantha to react, the faerie only continued to press words to her.

The words that Vhalla offered her in return caused the girl to flinch. She was not a fool, she was not a fool. Samantha turned her head to the side as her friend continued with words that Samantha, truly, had already expected. "I know what you are," Samantha replied coldly, still refusing to look at her. "I'm not stupid. Your suit, your weapons... you were covered in blood for fucks sake. Do you think I really didn't expect?" The girl's gaze was brought abruptly back to Vhalla with that insistence that Vhalla would kill her if ordered to, a sense of betrayal and hurt clearly present on the expression of the young queen. "If you would even consider that, then don't use the word friend in reference to me." She said coldly, reaching up to wrap her arms around herself as though she could somehow hold herself together.

"I am not going to attack you," Samantha continued to insist, continuing to watch the assassin as she spoke. At the idea of never seeing Vhalla again, Samantha couldn't help the hurt that blazed through her body at the very idea of that, the anger that was bubbling in her thought that maybe, just maybe, that wouldn't be so terrible. "I attack you and then what, Vhalla? You kill me anyway? I'm not..." She stopped as the woman continued, her body tensing at the advancement of the other woman. "You were kind," She explained pitifully. "Your emotions..." The realization of what all had been revealed to her that night. Samantha had thought her a friend, and she had trusted her. She had opened up to Vhalla. The girl had been introduced to Dorian... shown where the spare key was to her home...

God, she was foolish.

The girl flinched as the other woman withdrew that dagger, so suddenly sure that that would be the blade that the assassin would use to end her life. Samantha attempted so desperately to pull her hand back from Vhalla. The girl was stronger than she was, and she stopped resisting as the dagger was placed in her own hand. She examined it for a moment, noting the light weight and the... almost beautiful... pattern that was etched on the hilt of it. A gift, then. For her? Confusion danced across her features before the woman spoke again, insisting that there would be an attack on the white-haired woman by the end of the night. Samantha barely had time to process this information before the witch moved and once again, Samantha is knocked to the ground with another loud thud.

It hurt to be knocked down so continually, and for the first time a flash of genuine rage danced across Samantha's features. Her affinity flashed out once again, this time pressing that fear on her once more. It was enough time for the fae to grab ahold of the other woman, dragging her down to the ground. She pressed that fear further on her as she pressed her body on top of Vhalla, pinning her to the ground as she moved to hold that dagger at the other woman's throat. Samantha was angry - almost blindingly so - at the betrayal of a person she thought might be her friend.

Releasing the other girl's emotions, Samantha stayed put where she was as she met Vhalla's eyes. "I trusted you. I opened up to you." That paranoia that the young woman had been living within for so long seemed to fuel her reactions at the moment, and Samantha made no effort to soothe her own distraught emotions."I told you all about my past and all about them. God, you're probably working for them!" Her voice became louder, her body fueled by that anger that she felt at the moment. That paranoia, that fear. She pressed that dagger down just slightly - enough to draw blood but not enough to cause any lasting damage to the woman. "Is this what you want, Vhalla? For me to attack you?"