hold me closer, necromancer

Brid had invited him over to the den for dinner. At first, Sam had been hesitant about going because a necromancer sitting down to a pleasant dinner with a bunch of werewolves didn't tend to happen. But, Brid had cajoled and his stomach had grumbled at the thought of a large meal so he'd relented and gone.

Before dinner, he'd spent some time with Brid, talking with her and laughing and feeling pretty content with things and with her. And then there'd been dinner. He'd hadn't talked much but he'd eaten a lot and his stomach was protesting by the time the evening came to a close and he was preparing to leave.

( Of course, it can't ever be that easy for Sam... )

[NFB but open for interactions, if you'd like. Cut and thwacked with a weed eater from the beginning of Sam's canon just to get it going a little further.]

Sam could barely get out of his car when he got home. He was trying to tell himself that it was worth it, that learning to fight and defend himself from Brid's brothers would mean he wouldn't constantly end up on his back with blood oozing from some new gash on his body. But, Brid's brothers were large, strong and fast and he was a wimp when compared to them. Sure, they could teach him to fall, teach him to deflect but he was still going to be immediately eat dirt if someone managed to hit him. He just wasn't a fighter and he was absolutely feeling that in his body as he limped inside.

...and then he was face down on the sidewalk. Sam didn't even know what happened but as he turned his face to glance around, he saw an army of gnomes, his own lawn gnomes, giggling and skittering away with what looked like a trip wire. The gnomes had tripped him and they were laughing about it!

"Ugh," Sam said, rolling over onto his stomach and looking up at the sky. He closed his eyes and thought about just going to sleep. It was quiet and the ground wasn't that hard. But, no. He wouldn't do that. Sam opened his eyes and was...now looking into the silver eyes of a familiar cat that he hadn't seen in awhile. Specifically, not since Douglas had been alive.

"Uh." Yeah, Sam was so eloquent this morning.

James just swished his tail like he'd been there the entire time and trotted into the house. So, apparently he was back and that was -- that was something.

Sam groaned and sat up. Okay, so things were happening now so he needed to not nap on the sidewalk. Right, time to get up.

[NFB but open! I'm just setting a few things up for starting his canon soon.]

Sam hadn't gone back home yet. Despite his emotional encounter a few days ago, he still hadn't been able to make myself him go back home. Right now, he was holed up in a small hotel room, nursing his lacerated palms and his ragged mind. He hadn't slept but he had rested which was a change from previously.

( When Brooke appeared at the end of his bed, he wasn't even surprised... )

[NFB, NFI. Sam will be back in contact tomorrow.]

It'd been nearly five days since Sam had taken off. He'd tried to put as much space between Seattle and himself as he possibly could. If darkness and evil was going to consume him, he wasn't going to be anywhere near people that he loved and that he could hurt. He wasn't going to let that happen.

He'd walked, hitched rides and just generally wandered from place to place. He'd slept on benches and in bus stations and train stations when he found them. He'd used the cash he'd pulled out of an ATM before leaving to eat and drink when needed. He didn't need his credit card to be followed. And he'd worn the bag of herbs his mother had given him to bound him and block him from people like Ashley and Brooke.

He was off the grid and he was headed...somewhere. Sometime between his latest scream inducing nightmare and his morning routine of shaking and coughing, he'd decided he was going to try and raise Douglas Montgomery. He was going to raise that bastard and make him fix this since it was his doing. And if he couldn't do that, he was going to ask Douglas how to deal with it, how to live with it.

Because that was smart. But, he was powerful and he knew it. If Douglas tried anything, he'd send him right back to Hell.

The sun was shielded by clouds and a light rain started to fall. Sam hitched his backpack over his shoulder and headed for a large cemetery somewhere in Washington. He'd get there sometime tomorrow, he figured, and he'd start the ritual.

If it killed him, then everyone was safe. If it didn't, then maybe he'd have answers. He kept walking.

[NFB, NFI]

Sam had walked all the way back to his house after waking up completely lost yesterday. He still had no memory of what had happened and that was scaring him. But, he'd made it back after multiple people had offered him help and some food. He didn't know how he must have looked to them if they were offering him food and shelter and water.

But, he turned down each offer and kept walking. By the time he ended up back at the estate, his feet were bloody and sore, his stomach was growling and he was dirty and tired. It hadn't been a good day. There was fear clawing at him, deep inside his belly but he was ignoring it.

He stared at the door in front of him, almost not wanting to open it. He knew his friends would be on the other side, possibly angry, possibly scared and he wasn't sure if he wanted or even had the ability to face that down right now.

He needed help. He really did and he knew it. Maybe he could sneak in, pack a bag and leave. That's what it was coming too. He was going to have to leave and either find his uncle or...find Douglas.

Sam shuddered and turned the knob so he could slip inside the house. He'd shower, pack a bag quickly and leave.

[NFB again but open for interactions, if needed]

Sam was actually sleeping this morning. There had been a nightmare or two but nothing he couldn't get past and he'd settled into a fairly restful sleep sometime around two in the morning. He was going to guess the addition of the other person in the bed with him might have had something to do with it.

He was still on his side, still fully clothed, and she was still there behind him. He hoped she was sleeping too because her staying up all night just would have been exhausting.

And that's what this morning was going to be: exhausting. So, they both needed some rest now.

[NFB but for the girl in the bed and then someone else a wee bit later]

Sam was pretty tired. With the increase in nightmares lately, it wasn't unexpected but it was annoying. He could deal with low levels of exhaustion but this was getting ridiculous. He constantly felt like someone was whispering in the back of his mind or that someone was right over his shoulder, smirking wickedly.

He needed to sleep. But right now, all he was doing was sitting up in his room, propped up by a bunch of pillows and covered with various blankets. The window across the room was open and he could see the rain hitting the window panes with some quiet thumps. Rain in Seattle. What a novel concept.

Sam rubbed his chin and realized he hadn't shaved lately either. He'd been so caught up with everything going on in his head that he was physically showing signs of exhaustion now too. If Brid saw him like this, she'd say something and then make him shave.

He'd do it later. Right now, he was just going to stay in bed, in his blanket fort to try and maybe get some sleep. But he doubted that'd happen.

[NFB but open for interactions]

Sam was in the basement of his house.

( Wherein Sam and Douglas reconnect (not really) )

[NFB but open for interaction, sure. Just kind of making Sam fulfill his self fulfilling prophecy a bit.]

The past week had been...interesting. Between the situation with Natalie and seeing his possible child again, Sam had come back to Seattle pretty tired. And as soon as he'd come back, he'd been in Brid's cross hairs. She wanted answers to every single little thing because of course she could tell he'd been holding things back from him.

He'd managed to avoid questions for the most part by just telling her he was tired and giving her the excuse that the welts on his wrists were from some harpy that he'd run into in a graveyard on the outskirts of Seattle. She hadn't bought it but she'd left him alone and that had been what he'd been going for.

But, she was back now. Sam had been trying to avoid her by staying in his room all day because that was gonna deter Brid. Nope. She'd pretty much kicked his door in and now she was actually sitting on top of him, using her strength to keep him in place.

"Brid. Get off me," Sam said, squirming around and trying to buck her off of him like that was gonna happen.

"Sure," Brid said, leaning down and letting some of her hair tickle his cheeks. He breathed her in and was struck by the different smells that she had versus Natalie. "When you start talking."

"Nothing to talk about," he said stubbornly. "And I don't wanna talk."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere until you do something that tells me you're not avoiding me," Brid pointed out. "It feels like you're pulling away and I don't like it."

"I'm not pulling away," he said, glaring at her. "I'm right here."

"You're not pulling away?" Brid shook her head. "Prove it."

Sam continued to glare at her before he lurched up and just kissed her. That was what she wanted, right? And it wasn't like he didn't want it at times either. And it'd keep her mouth busy and he wouldn't have to talk to her.

So, this was a great idea. And Brid seemed to agree because she was responding pretty quickly. Yep, this was a grand idea on the scale of stupid thing. Sam was cleaning up on that scale this week.

[I wrote this last night and just got around to posting it. NFB/NFI]

Sam was in the backyard today. It'd been a long night and after said long night, he'd dragged himself home in a shredded shirt and a new set of claw marks on his torso for his trouble. When Brid had told him they needed a necromancer, he figured it'd just be a typical raising. But nope, he'd had to raise a freaking werewolf with more enemies than anything else.

It hadn't been a fun night so Sam was making sure the day was going to be relaxing. His stomach was bandaged, his eyes were covered by sunglasses and he was sitting under an umbrella to keep the light drizzle from hitting him. Ramon and Frank wandered out at times but they mostly stayed in and gave him his quiet.

He figured Brid would show up sooner rather than later, looking to make sure he was okay. For now, he was fine. His shirt wasn't but he was.

[NFB but open for calls/texts. I just renewed his icons today finally so I had to post]

Christmas had come and gone. It hadn't been great because his mood had been stuck firmly in 'pissed off' area of things. His friends had tried to coax him out of it and spending time with his family had helped but he'd been quieter for the most part, more willing to spend time alone than usual.

It was raining in Seattle and Sam had taken some skateboard parts onto the front porch so he could watch the rain and fix the board all at once. The porch provided cover so he didn't get soaked. Ramon came out every so often to ask if he wanted food or just to talk but even his loud mouthed friend didn't push things. Sam appreciated that.

At some point, Brid would be coming by, he knew. Ever since everything had happened, she'd been around more. He appreciated that too even if he knew she'd been angry (not at him) that she couldn't do more.

Right now, Sam was on his own, focus firmly on his skateboard.

[NFB but open for calls/texts/visits/whatever]

Sam's birthday was in a few days. He'd honestly forgotten about it just due to the other things that had taken up residence in his head lately. It'd taken Ramon bringing it up to remind him. And when Ramon had realized that Sam had forgotten, he'd decided to throw a small, impromptu party at the house. Sam had tried to get out of it but Ramon had insisted and Sam hadn't been able to get him to relent.

Ramon had promised small and Sam was glad he was keeping to his word. There were a small group of people in the backyard, hanging out and chatting away. Ramon had even gotten his mom and Haley to show up which amused Sam, at least. Some had brought presents but most hadn't been prepared and Sam didn't really care anyway.

After getting over his initial dislike of the idea, Sam was a little more relaxed now. He had a drink in one hand and was quietly talking with Brid while the party went on around them.

He'd been nineteen in a few days and Sam was kind of amazed he was still alive. So, he could relax and enjoy himself.

[NFB but open for calls/texts/visits. Sam wouldn't have told a lot of people about his birthday but if you think you know and that Ramon might have called you, feel free to show up or call or whatever!]

Frank had decided that Sam had freaking awful coping mechanisms. This decision had been solidified when Brid had dragged Sam home early this morning with what Frank had guessed was a concussion and what Frank guessed were werewolf claw marks stretching from the side of his neck all the way down his shoulder and to his bicep.

Brid hadn't said much mostly because she'd been a little beat up herself (and maybe a little embarrassed? Frank wasn't sure about that) but she'd assured Frank and Ramon that Sam wasn't going to die and then had promised to come back a little later once she got some sleep and recovered.

So now, after Ramon had convinced Frank that the hospital was out of the question, and he'd managed to slap some bandages on the gross looking claw marks and made sure Sam was even freaking alive, he'd left the other boy alone in one of the rooms with instructions to Ramon not to let him sleep too long and to make sure he didn't stop breathing.

It was one of the rare times that Frank was assertive. Mostly, he was just worried about his friend. This was becoming a habit. Once Frank was out of earshot, he pulled his phone out and made a few calls.

[NFB but open if you think Frank would have called you for any reason]

Sam had climbed out of bed maybe an hour ago and he'd immediately found his way to the overstuffed couch he'd treated himself to a few months back. It wasn't that he was tired or anything (though he had been out late doing his necromancing thing) but he did like to take advantage of quiet moments when he could.

He'd gotten himself a bowl of cereal for breakfast (or a late lunch) and he'd turned the television on to give him something to do while he lazed around on the couch. Frank tried to get him to come out to lunch or at least to help clean up the house. Sam had promised to do it later but later was later and it wasn't now.

He figured Ramon could go out with Frank if Frank was that desperate for company. Sam would probably get himself going soon. Right now, he was comfortable on his couch in his pajamas and battered t-shirt.

Sundays were made for this.

[NFB and mostly for the girl that's visiting him!]

Sam was eating cereal outside of his mansion.

That probably wasn't an image befitting someone who lived in a house as big as he did but he didn't care. He also didn't care that he was sitting outside in a pair of loose pants, a flannel shirt that was nearly threadbare and socks to keep his feet warm. He wasn't a millionaire. He was a slacker who was enjoying the beginning of autumn in Seattle.

Besides, it'd been a long night. Ramon had gone through a transformation which meant were-bear shenanigans anywhere and everywhere and it meant a mess where he'd trampled across the estate. Sam was letting Frank clean that up because he'd been up all night making sure Ramon didn't hurt himself or anyone else.

With a yawn, Sam closed his eyes and kept eating quietly. Maybe he'd do some gardening today.

Yeah, right.

[Mostly for the girl and her pet daemon but open for anything else!]

Even though he knew that it'd take Natalie awhile to get there, Sam hadn't gone inside. It was still steadily raining and he still hadn't eaten his breakfast but going inside meant dealing with the too big house on his own.

Besides, he had missed the way Seattle smelled and felt and looked. He liked his gray, rainy city and it's brisk air. He liked the overcast skies and the peeks of sun you could sometimes see.

He was a necromancer and it just seemed to fit.

[NFB and for that one girl]

Ashley had woken him up early. Waking up to a ghost looming above you wasn't the most pleasant of experiences. Honestly, Sam preferred a blaring alarm clock and maybe a bucket of cold water to the scare Ashley had given him being right there while he was half naked and half asleep.

She'd refused to turn around while he dressed which just made him clumsier and less coordinated than usual. But, there was a Council task that was waiting for him back in Seattle. They needed a necromancer to raise a recently murdered civilian. The death had been suspicious and the Council was suspecting something supernatural and something rogue.

Sam just yawned and nodded before Ashley hustled him to the portal and pretty much kicked him inside it. Portal travel early in the morning was something Sam didn't recommend either.

( It was raining and chilly in Seattle... )

[NFB, NFI, OOC welcome. This is mostly just me playing around with some canon. Warning for: length & blood but not in the vampiric way.]