Sam and I play Race to Armageddon. Sam's in the middle of me and Henry; she's better than I am, but not as good as Henry is. She wins yet another level and drops her controller, running to her room. What is up with her? She can't be mad that she won the game (fifteen times). Meredith even says she's lying about her life. Should I believe the girl who was really a big fake? Meredith could be right, though. Sam has been acting really weird. I need to find out the truth, but I know if I ask, she'll just come up with an excuse or run away from it. Something about her also made Bill and Tom run away. I wish I saw her face; then I could've seen what it was.

Hard rock music blasts from Sam's room. I eventually get the courage to go knock on the door. I know she can't hear me when the door doesn't open. I twist the handle and surprisingly it's not locked. Sam's observing herself in the mirror; her face is red and wet from tears. She notices I've entered the room and asks harshly, "What do you want?"

"I want to know the truth. What's going on? Why do you run away? What's troubling you?" She turns her music off and sits down on her bed. I grab the black wooden chair by her desk and sit across from her. She's quiet for a very long time.

"Sam?"

"I'm just sensitive, okay?"

"Tell me something I don't know." Her brown eyes are sad with tears. She looks like she'll burst out crying any second. She knows I won't let go until I know the truth.

"I want to be alone."

"But Sam…"

"Go away!" I fly out of her room and land on the couch. She forced me out with her powers. Why can't vampires have telekinesis? I'm sure life would get a little bit easier. Although, being a vampire alone is never easy. Why won't Sam share what's going on? I need to find out, somehow. Maybe Henry will have an idea.

The doorbell rings. Henry pops in when I open the door. "Dude, how do you do it? I was just going to call you."

"Listen, Vlad. I have something to tell you…"

"Me to…"

"Joss is coming back." Well that's news I most certainly did not want to hear. Will my life ever be relaxing?

"Let's go to my room." I lead Henry upstairs. After he shuts the door, I run a frustrated hand through my hair and ask, "When's he coming?"

"Two days from now." Crap. He's coming back to finish the job. I really don't want to feel another stake through the heart. Especially coming from a person I once called friend.

"So what do you want to tell me?"

"Right… Sam is hiding something from us."

"Again?"

"Yes. And it's something she'll never be willing to share with us. When I dumped Meredith she told me that Sam's lying about half of her life. She runs to her room and cries. She even flung me out when I tried to talk about it." Henry stands with his thinking face. Hopefully he'll have some idea on what to do.

"Why don't you ask Meredith?" Ask Meredith? That's the last thing I want to do!

"Ask Meredith? But Henry, I don't want to face her again…"

"Think about it, Vlad. They hate each other, right? And if Sam doesn't want us to know something, then Meredith would probably love to share it."

"Well…"

"Either that or you could use mind control and force her." No. Mind control is definitely out. If I feel guilty about invading her personal life, I'd feel even guiltier for forcing her to tell me.

"Let's go to Meredith's."

Meredith answers the door. "What do you want now, Vlad?" She looks at her shiny pink nails; waiting for the answer.

"We want to know more about Sam."

"I'm not going to tell you anything."

"But why?"

"Because I promised her, and I don't break my promises."

"Can you at least give us a hint?"

"Let's just say she has a very dark past and she hates herself for it." Meredith slams the door.

"She has a dark past and hates herself? What does that give us?" Henry complains.

"Well, that information is better than nothing. Now we at least know why she cries. I just don't get the 'dark past' part."

"Same here." I walk Henry home, then walk home myself, thinking about what Meredith meant by "dark past."