Drabble 1: Why do you Care?
I stepped back and almost found myself seated on the table. With a sigh, I shook my head and looked up at Sam. His eyes set in concern as he watched me. Bowing my head, I let out another breath. :Why do you care so much, Sam?" I asked without looking up.
"What do you mean?" he asked. I heard worry in his voice.
"I'm exactly like what we hunt, Sammy, I'm no better. Why do you care so much?" I asked again, trying not to sniffle. I heard his footsteps as he approached. His shoes met mine toe-to-toe when he stopped. His left hand lifted my chin and his haze eyes met my green ones.
"You aren't like them, Li," he said, his voice softening. "You don't kill innocent people and you don't take joy from hurting them. Trust me, I know what it's like to be a monster." The pain on his face broke my self-pity.
"Sammy, you've never been a monster," I said.
"You didn't know me… before."
"That wasn't you, you were being manipulated." I said, waving my hand in the air. "I've heard the stories, Sam. You're a good boy now." I leaned up to kiss him and stumbled somehow.
"Are you drunk, Li?" He asked, trying not to laugh.
I shook my head. "Just a bit tipsy." His eyebrows rose. "I only had three shots." He just shook his head.