"Get out!" She threw a vase at his head.
Sam dodged the glasswork barely, wincing as he heard it crash and break against her bedroom wall. He raised his hands in a placating manner, "Caroline, calm down!"
"Don't tell me to calm down, you soulless jerk." Her blue eyes burned with fury, looking like clear water set ablaze.
"Care, I'm not-"
"You're not what, Sam? You're not going to try and stake me this time? Are you going to try and slice my head off this time?" She suggested sarcastically, hurling a picture frame at him.
"Jesus, Caroline, stop throwing stuff at me!" He jerked his head away from the flying plastic rectangle.
"Don't. Tell. Me. What. To. Do." She spoke through her teeth, her hands searching for another missile.
He held back the urge to flinch at her tone of voice. He had been against Satan himself, but Shakespeare was right. Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorned. Or in this case almost-staked. "I'm sorry about what happened the last time we were together. I really am. I didn't have a soul then but-" He caught the hardback book she flung at him, "I'm not soulless anymore! I swear!"
She stopped searching for another sharp object to throw and met his sincere gaze. "And why would I believe you?"
He took a hesitant step forward, "Caroline, you know me. If you look into my eyes you can see—I'm not the same guy I was a year ago."
She crossed her arms over her chest and stepped towards him, "Keep your hands in the air," She warned, shooting him an icy look. He raised his hands quickly, palms facing her.
Caroline moved closer to him until they were inches away. She lifted her eyes warily and met his gaze. His eyes, like they had been the last time the two had met, were the constant sea blue green she loved. The only difference was that then, that was it. All that had been in the eyes was their color, nothing else. No emotions. Peering at them now, Caroline could see the change easily. There was warmth in the sea of his gaze, warmth and worry. His eyes were searching hers hopefully with that puppy dog gaze he always had.
"It's really you." She spoke slowly, stepping back a few feet and letting her mind process the wave of emotions rushing through her at the moment.
"It is. I'm me again, Care." He smiled widely at her, then grew serious. "Look, I am so sorry about what I did be—"
The rest of his apology was cut off as the small vampire jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist, crushing her lips onto his.
Yay! I've finally made a Sam/Caroline fic! Whoop! I am accomplished.