Samantha’s spooky sweetness

*This story is underneath my folder titled “The Anstead family”. Gacha Club character designs are under this forum: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=27&t=117842&start=60. Enjoy!*

Introduction

There was once a little girl named Samantha Ansted who lived in a boring, ordinary town.

Well, it would have stayed boring and ordinary if it weren’t for the fact that she was a monster clown.

Samantha never knew why she was born the way she was, since both of her parents were human, but she didn’t think too much on it. Like a colorful, confetti-candied clown, Samantha liked to make clothes out of many-colored and textured fabrics with her Mom, scrapbooking with glitter, and cartwheels in obnoxiously poofy tutus.

But like a creeping cryptid clown, she craved flesh and blood. Nothing else would satiate her but the taste of death in between her jagged teeth. It wasn’t like she asked to only have that be her nutrients, but that was how she was born.

Mom went out to the backyard to get dead animals for her to eat, Dad wouldn’t play with her at all.

Again, Samantha didn’t think too much on it.

Until she saw a pattern with her siblings.

Chapter One

Ten year old Samantha was in the room she and her six year old little vampire sister, Adelaide shared, sewing up a tutu with her sewing machine while Adelaide was drawing furiously in her sketchbook, sitting cross-legged on the ground. Most likely, Adelaide was drawing gore, but Samantha wouldn’t turn away from her work to check, for she had to make her tutus as sparkly as possible!

But still, she wouldn’t mind proposing something to do for the both of them when they were done with their art.

“Do you want to go out into the woods later?” Samantha asked, for there was more room to do cartwheels and jump whilst holding pinwheels in the woods than at the front and back yard of their house. Also, they’d be away from Dad, who looked at them weirdly.

“What if we get lost?” Adelaide asked, her voice small and scared.

That of which made Samantha cackle the words:

“We’re not weak humans, we can survive long enough in the woods if we get lost! Also, we won’t get lost because we’re not going too far!”

Why would Adelaide worry? Getting lost wasn’t something that would happen to them, it just wasn’t! They weren’t capable of getting lost!

At least, to Samantha, they weren’t.

Chapter Two

“Isn’t this all so pretty?!” Samantha asked as she cartwheeled throughout the woods, her red tutu flopping over her face every few seconds, her pink high-top combat boots becoming spotted with dirt stains.

They were in the middle of the woods, the sunlight glimmering from in between the tree leaves, bringing more vibrance to the rainbow of flowers scattered on the ground. Birds chirped in the distance, from places where Samantha and Adelaide couldn’t see them and so, it all felt just like a fairytale.

“I wish the sun wasn’t out right now, but yes, it’s pretty, I guess.” Adelaide mumbled, staying close to the trees, far from the sunlight.

Samantha got up from the ground and brushed off the dirt on her hands, guilt tinging the edges of her heart. She hadn’t thought about how Adelaide’s skin would react viciously to sunlight, so excited about going outside that she didn’t think about her sister. 

So, Samantha scooped Adelaide up in her arms and stayed close to the trees, covering her up from the sun as much as she could.

Chapter Three

“I’ll stop when we get to the big tree! That’s where I hung my bag overnight, on one of the branches. It’s got sticks and fabrics inside of it, so that we can have the perfect fort! I’ll drop you off at the tree and then I’ll climb the trunk and take the bag! After that, we’ll get to working on the fort! How does that sound?” Samantha asked as she walked throughout the woods, Adelaide in her arms.

“You hung a bag in a tree trunk filled with sticks and fabrics last night…because you want to make a fort? Do you even think that the stuff inside the bag will be enough to make a fort? Why do you want to make a fort? What’s the point of it? I-“

“Who cares about what the point is? It’s fun! Haven’t you ever experienced joy from fantasy movies of children making forts to experience the whimsy and woes of childhood whilst fighting evil villains? Or do you only like drawing the goriest and bloodiest things your sad, lonely mind can come up with?” Samantha asked, half joking, half serious.

From that comment, Samantha felt Adelaide punch her on the back.

“I’m not sad or lonely! Don’t say that! I just like spookier, scarier things. That’s just how I am. But…if you think that you can make a fort with what you have, without problems, then I guess it could be fun.” Adelaide said with a sigh.

Samantha rolled her eyes. Of course it would be fun, because what wasn’t fun about building a fort? Besides, even if it wasn’t enough, she’d just look for more in the woods.

It wasn’t anything to worry about.

Chapter Four

Once Samantha got to the tree that was slightly chunkier and taller than the others, she set Adelaide down by the trunk and climbed up, retrieving the blue-and-green sequined pockabook from the branch and throwing it on the ground.

Samantha then jumped onto the ground and got to work with building the fort, using the twigs, pinwheels, and glittery, many-colored veils she brought with her, along with stuff she found in the woods. Adelaide helped too, but built parts of the fort only where there were more shaded spots than others.

It was a team effort, something that would take the two of them to complete, but just like in the movies, it was going to work.

Chapter Five

“I didn’t really think that this was going to work, but it’s actually really pretty!” Adelaide beamed from under a tree.

Their makeshift fort was a house of twigs and glitter-colored veils, the sunlight hitting the glitter just right. It was under an area that had plenty of trees to shade but also enough sunlight to make the veils sparkle. It was perfect for Samantha and Adelaide.

But goodness, all that hard work made Samantha hungry! She’d have to find animals in the woods to eat, but that shouldn’t have been too hard, right?

Besides, it wasn’t like there would be any humans around to watch.

Chapter Six

Samantha was walking throughout the woods, searching for something, anything to eat. She asked Adelaide earlier if she wanted some food and Adelaide had said yes, but wanted to stay in the shade of the fort.

So, Samantha went searching amongst the trees for a slight movement, a slight shiver, a hint of life-

She heard something shiver in the bushes.

Chapter Seven

Samantha didn’t wait. There was no time to wait. She pounced right towards the shivering noise, which was right behind a thorny bush, and plunged her claws deep into its furry flesh, its flesh that was as soft as the pillows she made with Mom, the pillows with the pink faux fur-

Would enough bright colors and glitter get rid of the terrible, despairing, lonely feeling when she tried to talk to Dad downstairs? Would it get rid of the guilt she felt every night when she thought about the time that she bit him to show him love, the feeling of sickness and shame when other people looked at her in the street? She knew that she was different, but her being different didn’t make her a monster, a freak, a horrible creature…right? Right.

When Samantha stopped feeling movement in her pale claws, her mind had cleared enough for her to see that it was a small brown squirrel that she had killed, a small brown squirrel that lay all curled up, shriveled with deep, red blood.

She sighed, pushing aside the thoughts that made her heart all shaky, and ran back to the fort, the bloody squirrel she clutched in her claw dripping blood on her pink high top sneakers.

Samantha wasn’t a monster. She loved her family. She loved art. She loved all the pretty things that other girls loved. She certainly didn’t get a thrill out of killing animals, she only smiled because she was eating food, right?

Right.

Chapter Eight

Once Samantha got to the fort, she opened the door and threw the dead squirrel on the dirt ground. She’d come back later in the night to put carpets on the ground, but that would be for later.

Adelaide had smiled upon seeing the dead squirrel and began sticking her fingers in its body and licking the blood off her fingers, leaving the body for Samantha to bite.

It would just be the two of them, eating in the fort. There was nothing to worry about, but still, Samantha’s saddened thoughts still lingered in her mind when she remembered what she did in the woods earlier…

Chapter Nine

Samantha tried not to worry about it, though. She just bit into the squirrel, thinking about the taste of blood and fur in her mouth and-

The door creaked open, jolting Samantha away from the squirrel, bringing her to turn around and-

A human girl who looked to be around Adelaide’s age stood inside of the fort,  her eyes wide with terror. Samantha thought that maybe she saw the fort and wanted to go in, not knowing of the “monster children” within.

Samantha hastily wiped away the blood on her mouth, but it wouldn’t change the fact that the girl already saw, that a wall of fear was being built between them and that once again, humans would never want to speak to them.

The girl took off and ran.

Chapter Ten

Samantha got up from the ground and chased the girl, her heart overrun with shock and sadness. She hadn’t meant to terrify the girl, she hadn’t meant to scare her! They weren’t evil! The girl could stay with them! Samantha would love that more than anything!

“Wait! Don’t run! We won’t hurt you, I promise! Come on, I’d love to have more people over! We won’t eat animals, we’ll have a tea party! We can play pretend! Come on! Come-“

“Samantha, we should go home now. It’s almost lunchtime.” Adelaide said, putting a hand on her wrist.

Samantha didn’t know when Adelaide started following her, but she was right. The sun was in that dim afternoon setting, the girl was almost out of eyesight.

“But we already ate.” Samantha said glumly.

They had already eaten and scared a human girl. If only Samantha could just somehow convince her not to run, if Samantha could talk to her enough, then she’d have a friend who wasn’t a sibling! She didn’t care how young the girl was, she just wanted someone to talk to, someone to prove that she wasn’t a monster.

“Mom could have dessert.” Adelaide said.

The girl was gone, but dessert sounded nice.

Chapter Eleven 

When Samantha and Adelaide got home, they had both requested bowls of ice cream from Mom, for even though they had the most sustenance from dead flesh that had to be freshly killed, they still liked the sweet taste of confections.

Adelaide was eating a bowl of red velvet ice cream with chocolate drizzle, while Samantha had a bowl of vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles.

The vanilla ice cream with sprinkles tasted just as good as it always did, but there was no denying the lump in her throat when she ate it, when kept replaying the events in the woods over and over in her mind, when-

“Samantha, is there something wrong?”

Chapter Twelve

Samantha looked over at Mom, whose face was lined with concern, who somehow always knew when she and Adelaide weren’t feeling alright, no matter how much they tried to conceal it.

Well, Samantha, really. Adelaide mostly kept to herself and drew her gorey pictures, but Samantha didn’t want to talk to anyone if something negative was on her mind, just because she didn’t want to bring down the mood.

She wasn’t sure if it would be worth it to tell Mom, but at the same time, it was eating at her inside and wouldn’t she feel so much better if she talked about it?

Chapter Thirteen

“I know that you’re thinking about something, what is it?” Mom asked, sitting in a chair next to her.

Samantha swallowed down her fear, for she really, really just wanted to get rid of the unpleasant feeling inside of her and just say:

“Me and Adelaide built a fort outside, then we got hungry after that, so we started eating, but then this human girl saw us and started to run away. I was chasing her, trying to get her to stop, but she wouldn’t listen. Are we really that horrifying?”

While Samantha could feel tears in her eyes and her throat burning from the words that she was saying, Adelaide was continuing to eat her ice cream without a care in the world.

Mom still looked at Samantha with that pitying look that Samantha loved because it reminded her of the times she buried herself in Mom’s arms when she was sad and hated  because it made her feel like a child.

Maybe she really was just a child, maybe she was being ridiculous, but she felt as though she couldn’t help it. Her heart throbbed with the broken hope of making new friends and in moments like that, she truly felt like she was undesirable to others.

Did people not want to play anymore?

Chapter Fourteen 

“No, you’re not horrifying at all. It’s just that people take one look at you and see what you are, not who you are, especially kids. You’re only ten years old now, you’re going to find friends later on in life, I promise. Now, for lighter news, the both of you will be getting another sibling!” Mom beamed.

Samantha smiled, as Mom liked to see her smile, but it strained her face. It was nice that Mom told her that she’d get friends later on, but she wished that Mom had spent more time talking to her about it instead of saying something about another sibling.

Adelaide, however, couldn’t stand such words, and she angrily dropped her ice cream spoon onto the table and yelled out:

“Really?! Why? I don’t want another sibling, I’m fine with Samantha! Why-“

“Adelaide, don’t give me that attitude. Be happy that you’re now going to have someone else to play with.” Mom said in her sweet-but-in control voice.

Samantha bristled, a little offended that Mom would suggest that the best thing about getting a new sibling was that Adelaide would have someone else to play with. Wasn’t Samantha good enough? Besides, Adelaide didn’t even like playing games that much, she just drew a bunch of creepy pictures.

“I don’t need somebody to play with! I don’t like games! In fact, I HATE games! Games are so stupid and boring, there’s no murder or blood in it. Just a bunch of rules that don’t make any sense. I don’t want to play any games, EVER! I-“

“Stop yelling! You’re hurting our ears! And Adelaide, having a sibling isn’t the worst thing in the world. It’s not even bad. It could be good for the both of you to have someone else around, right, Samantha?” Mom asked, turning towards her.

With Adelaide’s intense glaring and Mom’s question that felt like a dagger, Samantha wished that she could sink into the ground and become the glitter glue she kept stored in cardboard boxes in her side of the room. She wasn’t nearly as mad as Adelaide seemed to be about the prospect of another sibling, but still, it felt wrong.

“I’m a little nervous about having somebody else here, but I’ll try to be positive. We could be friends with each other over time.” Samantha said, feeling satisfied that her answer didn’t sound as rude as Adelaide’s and wasn’t a lie.

“See? That’s the attitude I’m looking for! Now, finish up your desserts and then the both of you can watch TV!” Mom beamed, seeming to have accepted Samantha’s answer and getting up from the table.

As Mom walked away and Adelaide gave Samantha an annoyed, irritated look, Samantha hoped that the new sibling would be just the thing to distract her from all her worries.

Chapter Fifteen

Months had passed since Mom had told the girls that they would be getting another sibling. The day had come for the sibling to born, Samantha, Adelaide, and Dad were standing next to Mom’s hospital bed, watching and waiting for the new baby.

Dad isn’t really acting like how the Dads in movies act when a baby gets born. He’s not all worried or scared. Sure, he’s here, but when I look at him, it’s almost like he’s not here. Samantha thought as she looked at Dad, who even seemed to be grimacing.

Was he always upset or was he only like that about his kids? Was he still mad at Samantha during that one time she bit his hand? She was only four, she didn’t know it was wrong! She just wanted to be nice, she-

“It’s a boy!” The nurse cried out, holding up a screaming baby boy with wolf ears and a wolf tail in her gloved hands.

Well, it wasn’t a girl like Samantha hoped for, but she’d still shower him with glitter.

Chapter Sixteen 

Samantha sometimes wondered what Dad did in all the time he spent not talking to her. Was he busy with something more important? That had to be it. Adults liked to do a lot to keep themselves occupied.

So that was why Samantha was creeping over to her parents bedroom, where Dad lay. There was one thing that she could do to get his attention, to make him play with her, to-

Samantha shot up from bed, the taste of blood in her mouth and the sound of Dad yelling ringing in her ears. She had bit his hand when she was four because she didn’t think it would be bad and yet still, she felt guilty for it.

Adelaide was sleeping soundly in her coffin in her side of the room, Alastair was asleep in his room and Samantha could hear the buzz of the TV down the hall from the living room, meaning that Mom was up and watch her Halloween movies. Dad was in his room, he didn’t like Halloween like Mom did.

Samantha sunk back into bed, trying to push away the bitter-tinged memory to the farthest corner of her mind. She had to sleep well, she couldn’t join Mom in the living room, watching her movies.

She had school the next day.

Chapter Seventeen 

It was the school morning. Samantha was in her English class, not with Adelaide or Alastair because they were at different grades than her and so, she was drawing pictures of glitter tutus all over her notebook with her glitter gel pens, her mind drifting far off from the hubbub of what the teacher was saying.

Samantha was also trying her best to ignore the whispers of the other kids in class and the fact that the other kids seemed to do what they could to avoid her, to-

Samantha felt strands of her hair being tugged hard, forcefully, almost as though as though someone were trying to tear off her hair from her scalp and she couldn’t help but cry out.

Chapter Eighteen

The class had turned to look at her, as Samantha turned around to face the person who had pulled her hair.

It was some human girl, holding a few strands of her pink-purple-blue hair in her hands, a smile on her face.

“Your hair probably isn’t even real. It’s just like cotton candy. Why do you dress up in a clown costume all the time, anyway? It’s not Halloween yet and-“

“Do you really that what you just did was mature?” Samantha spat, her sadness quickly swirling into rage-fueled irritation inside of her. She didn’t have time to tell the girl that what she was wearing was not a costume, Samantha said it far too many times already and the people needed to learn to respect her, to treat her like a person, even though she was a creature.

“Screaming wasn’t mature of you. It’s just pulling hair, it’s not that-“

“It is! She pulled on my hair, it hurts, and that shouldn’t be allowed at a middle school! I can understand that being in a Kindergarten classroom, but a seventh grade classroom?! Seriously?!” Samantha snapped as she turned to face the teacher, who really just had the nerve to say that Samantha was in the wrong.

The teacher blinked at her as though absolutely offended, which Samantha didn’t really understand because it wasn’t like she said anything particularly rude and said:

“Cutting me off to talk back to me? I’m calling the Principal!”

She walked towards the phone, her unflattering olive green dress swaying as she did so. A few kids snickered at Samantha as though they were five years old, but she wouldn’t have it.

Samantha then did something that she never did before.

She got down on all fours and crawled towards the window, breaking apart the glass with her claws and jumping down the four-story building.

Mom was going to be mad at her later, but Samantha wasn’t going to stay in that room any longer.

Blood and ice cream would be just the thing to cheer her up!

Chapter Nineteen

Samantha was crawling on the ground towards the local ice cream parlor, knowing that there were people staring at her, fascinated and scared of her. She didn’t care how she looked to them, she just needed something sweet to keep out all the bad thoughts.

They all knew how horrible she was inside and out they knew of the animals that went missing they knew of the pets she had eaten-NO! They were wild animals, stray animals, not pets…but what if they WERE pets? Pets that ran away from home that Samantha was tearing apart with her teeth that-

There! The ice cream parlor, right in front of her! She had made it!

Chapter Twenty

Samantha got up from the ground and walked into the ice cream parlor, trying her best to ignore the people who were staring at her. She had a few dollars and some change, so hopefully that was enough for her to get ice cream.

If they would even sell it to her. She had never once gone to any public place (besides school, of course. But even then that was with siblings!) without the company of her family and she really, reallyhoped that they wouldn’t be so scared of her that they wouldn’t even give her ice cream.

Nevertheless, Samantha put her money up on the counter and asked the young woman behind it for some cotton candy ice cream in her most polite, manner-sprinkled tone.

Humans liked it when others “talked nicely” so maybe the woman-Andi was her name, Samantha read on the name tag-would overlook her obvious differences and see her as just another customer.

Chapter Twenty-One

“Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” Andi asked, her eyebrows furrowed as though she were mildly concerned about Samantha.

“Yes, but you know how I look, right? You see it right now? People like to harass me for it and nobody really does anything about it. My Mom is upset about it, but why would they listen to her? One kid at school today pulled strands of my hair out! I’m just sick of it all. I just want ice cream.” Samantha said.

Part of Samantha hoped that her whole monologue hadn’t weirded Andi out because she seemed like a nice enough person who wasn’t afraid of Samantha and another part of her just didn’t care, she only wanted to talk about something that most people wouldn’t even let her talk about.

Nevertheless, Andi didn’t comment anything further and got to scooping the ice cream.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Samantha accepted the ice cream cone when it was given to her and thanked Andi before walking away, cotton candy ice cream in one claw.

Maybe she’d spend the rest of the day with her ice cream cone before going home. Maybe if she just did that then she’d be happier, even if it was only for a moment.

The stares didn’t even bother her when she had her ice cream.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“You skipped school? Samantha, do you want to fail your classes? Not only that, but you broke school property! How am I going to pay for that? Why would you jump out of a window? You could have gotten hurt. You could have-“

“Mom, I’m not a human. I can jump from high places and stick a landing well. I wouldn’t die like a human would.” Samantha said, already feeling mildly annoyed.

She was back home from her little ice cream walk and it seemed that already, Mom had gotten the call from school. Her siblings still had a few more hours in school before Mom would pick them up, so it was just Samantha and her.

Mom put two fingers up to her forehead and sighed, saying:

“That’s not the point. You did a reckless thing that could have seriously harmed you. I’m glad that you’re okay, but please…don’t do that again.”

“I get that, but I just wanted to get away from it all. One of the kids pulled on my hair so hard that she tore off some hair strands! This girl was thirteen years old, like me. That’s not normal behavior for a thirteen year old. That’s just straight up childish. I don’t want to put up with it anymore.” Samantha said.

Mom put her fingers out of her head and looked at Samantha with worry, as though she were afraid of what happen to her later on, then smiled softly and said:

“That, I understand. People are going to be rude and unfair and sometimes you just have to brush it off without causing too much of a scene, because if you don’t, then people will see you as a villain. But let’s stop talking about all this negativity, because you’re getting a new sibling!”

Samantha blinked at Mom, slowly, in an alien-like manner, so Mom would really understand that she was saying something rather insane. How could she jump from Samantha’s call from the school to a new baby and…why was she getting a new sibling?

Chapter Twenty-Four

“Wh…What? What do you mean, “I’m getting another sibling”? Why?” Samantha asked, attempting to process it all.

“Because this house would be nice with more kids! Now, I have to go and pick up your siblings. Stay at home and don’t do anything that could get you in trouble.” Mom said, still smiling and about to walk away.

About to walk away?! No! She had to follow Mom and ask her more questions, get her to answer more, ask her what she was even thinking and-

But how much would Mom even say? Samantha was already in enough trouble, what difference would it make to keep asking more questions? Besides, what if she hurt Mom by grabbing onto her wrists with her claws?

Samantha didn’t follow Mom out, for she didn’t want to get her upset anymore, she didn’t want to get scolded anymore and instead watched Mom go, hoping that the new sibling wouldn’t make her feel more lost and angry than she already was.

Chapter Twenty-Five

AT THE HOSPITAL 

Months had passed, Samantha was smiling at Mom as she lay on the hospital bed, holding Samantha’s teal-green toned scaled baby brother, Aiden.

Dad didn’t look happy about it, though he never seemed to be whenever a new baby was born. Adelaide and Alastair appeared to be in good moods from their general calm-smile demeanors, but Samantha couldn’t tell if it was genuine or not.

But still, she smiled at Mom, for she’d much rather that Mom be happy instead of upset at her for being “ungrateful”.

Maybe things would be okay.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Samantha was taking a walk throughout the woods, wearing a glitter tutu, just so she could feel magical, so she could feel like a girl in a fairytale. 

Adelaide was with her, Alastair and Aiden were at home. Samantha was fourteen years old, Adelaide was ten years old and yet, Adelaide always seemed to seek the grim whereas Samantha sought out what was bright.

But what was that sparkling thing, in the trees?

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Samantha walked up to the tree until she found that it was in fact, a plastic silver wand, with a star on top of a stick.

“Why would someone just leave their toy here?” Samantha asked as she untangled the wand from the crawling roots on the tree trunk, her heart racing a little at the sight of it.

“I don’t, but you shouldn’t touch it. Nobody has a good reason to leave their toy in a tree like that. If you ask me, that’s kind of creepy.” Adelaide said.

To which Samantha rolled her eyes, because it was literally just a toy and there was nothing wrong with picking it up and playing with it! It was a plastic wand where she could pretend to be magical and have whimsical fun, where she could pretend to be a creature that no one feared!

What was wrong with that?

Chapter Twenty-Eight

With the wand, Samantha pretended to cast faerie lights all around her, spinning and twirling without a care in the world, ignoring Adelaide’s judging stare and how she technically stole the wand, how somebody else could find it and-

“That’s mine! Give it back!” A voice shouted.

Give it back? Why would anybody leave it if they wanted it back? No, it was Samantha’s and she wasn’t about to listen to a disembodied voice of her telling to “give it back”!

A little piece of magic to stay with her.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

But the little girl who left it there had screamed at Samantha as if she were in the wrong and resorted to pulling at Samantha’s hair, to which Samantha responded with scratching back with her claws.

The girl had burst into tears, Adelaide looked like she wanted to give the girl fear.

Samantha walked off, leaving behind the wand and snatching up Adelaide before she could yell at the girl or do something worst, only for them to come home and here yet again, another sibling was on the way.

But why?

Chapter Thirty

The sibling that was born was the very last, as Mom didn’t want anymore kids after that, and his name was David. David looked like a human, but Samantha knew deep down that he was a monster, just like the rest of them. They all were.

Everyone may have been scared or angry at Samantha, but Dad was even worse. He never did anything with them. He never looked at them for too long, never talked to them, never let them in the basement, where he had hid away, where there was a strange electronic shockwave-like force that always pushed Samantha and her siblings away.

It was more apparent at David’s birth, how Samantha could see lines of disgust in Dad’s face that seemed to go deeper than mere hate. Mom just said that Dad had a “hard time with monsters”, that he “loved them deep down but was never good with conversation” or something to that degree.

Samantha couldn’t watch and do nothing and go about her life as though there were people out there who actually liked her, as though she had a whole world ahead of her.

She had to fix the mess at home if her parents weren’t going to do it.

Epilogue 

There was a night where Samantha had gotten up to get a glass of water, only to find that Dad was standing over Mom’s bleeding body, glass shard in his hand.

Never before had she imagined that Dad would go so far as to kill Mom, so she wasted no time and told her siblings what they should do. That night, they had pounced on Dad and torn through his body with their teeth and claws, till he was just as bloody as Mom and hid his body in the shed to rot.

Violence was the only way to stop Dad for good, but without any of their parents around, Samantha and her siblings ran off to hide in an abandoned cabin in the woods, where they all took care of each other, away from the eyes of other humans.

Sometimes, Samantha felt the old desire to get the humans to understand flickering inside of her. It was only a fleeting moment though and she reminded herself that her real family would always and forever be her siblings.