When they reached the top of the stairs Brooke turned to face Sam. "Okay first off, what the hell, McPherson?" Brooke questioned in a very confused and irritated voice, her tone rising a little.

Sam winced, she knew this was coming. "Brooke," Sam began but was interrupted by the blonde.

"I wasn't finished Sam." Brooke paused and thought. *Sam looks amazing in those jeans.* She shook her head and closed her eyes tightly. *Not now Brooke.* She scolded herself. There was more important matters at hand. Looking Sam in the eyes, she took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Who are you planning on fighting? And who in the hell are those people in there?" She hissed, lowering her voice to a high pitched whisper.

Sam could barely hold down an annoyed sigh. "Didn't they introduce themselves to you?" She asked, knowing full well they did. This seemed to only further agitate the blonde.

"You know what I mean Samantha." Brooke scolded, like a mother addressing a small child.

Sam's eyebrows shot up at the use of her full name and she smirked. "What did you say McQueen?" She was laughing on the inside. *How cute.* She smiled and shook her head.

Brooke looked at Sam and rolled her eyes. "You heard me. Just answer my question."

"I'll answer it when you tell me when you turned into my mother." Sam smiled sweetly at Brooke then laughed softly. She saw the blonde's eyes narrow and her mouth open and decided to let her off the hook. "William knew my father. And like he said, those are his kids." She answered Brooke's earlier question, interrupting anything the blonde was about to say. She sucked in a breath and carefully thought on how to answer the other question. "I plan on stopping the person who is after us. His name is Devon. Trust me, his threat's arern't idle. He'll advance as soon as he has a chance." she finished, pausing for a moment to add, "Not that I have to tell you any of this but I will out of respect and courtesy for the situation."

Brooke decided to let that snide remark from Sam go, considering she asked for it by calling her Samantha. The blonde knew that Sam didn't like being called by her full name. "Oh." She said softly, glancing down briefly. She was touched that Sam opened up about anything involving her father. Brooke knew how hard it was to get the brunette to speak about him. "Sam..." Brooke began carefully.

"Yes?" she answered in a small whisper, sending tingles down Brooke's spine. Brooke's eyes closed briefly and she cleared her throat.

"Stating the obvious here." She desperately tried to calm her racing heart and get back to the subject at hand. "He is just one, and you have six on your side. Forgive me, but I don't see the threat."

Sam realized that it would be quite a few more minutes before the two of them got to explore the new relationship they found themselves crossing over into. She nodded and answered the blonde. "No, he has a clan just like I do."

"Clan?" Brooke asked and Sam nodded mutely. She looked back down in the direction of where the rest of them were, then back at the brunette. Sam nodded an answer to Brooke's silent question. Sam had a clan? Sam was a vampire. Sam belonged to a different world than Brooke and it saddened the blonde. She wanted to connect and relate to Sam in every way possible.

Sam studied the blonde and watched each scene of emtion play out across the blonde's face. She took another step, bringing them even closer. That was enough to startle Brooke from her daze and she looked up into Sam's eyes, her heart beat picking up.

"Brooke.." Sam whispered huskily. Leaning in she rubbed her cheek against the blonde's and closed her eyes.

Brooke watched Sam and began panting. She felt like she had just downed a fifth of vodka in under ten seconds. The fire started in her stomach and slowly crept up her chest to her throat and she let out a deep moan. "Sam..." she trailed off, closing her eyes as well. She brought her hand up to cup Sam's cheek and she breathed in the other girls scent. It was intoxicating. Brooke had never felt anything like this before in her life. She wondered if a little of it had to do with the fact that Sam was a vampire. She quickly dismissed the thought when Sam's mouth found a sensitive earlobe and began sucking softly, running her tongue up Brooke's ear.

Sam turned her head abruptly and captured the blonde's lips with her own in a searing kiss. She opened her mouth slightly and ran her tongue over Brooke's lower lip. Brooke opened her mouth, sucking Sam's tongue inside. They kissed passionately for several seconds before the sound of someone clearing their throat broke the spell they had both fallen under.

"Don't you ever leave me with those freaks again!" Nicole ranted, stomping up the step's.

The two girls pulled back from one another, their faces flushed. "What's going on?" Sam asked.

Nicole ignored her question and turned towards Brooke. "Look, I know we are friend's and all but," she paused looking at Sam, "..I didn't sign up for this, okay?" She walked towards the front door, "take me home." She glared at Sam. All she wanted was to get back to her superficial life and her new Prada shoes.

Sam looked at Brooke and shook her head. She padded down the stairs and re-entered the room in the middle of a sibling argument.

Evan turned and glared at Roman. "Yeah, at least I wasn't named after a cheap noodle, how ya like that?" he asked his brother, reaching over to punch his arm.

"Boys.." Will addressed the two, briefly glancing at the new occupant of the room.

Sam snickered to herself at what Evan said, leaning against the armchair. Eli was trying hard not to laugh and encourage the two when he saw Sam enter. He got up and stood next to her, crossing his arms and smiling.

"You are ignorant, I was born before they were invented." Roman avoided the punch with ease and landed a smack against his brothers head. "Still slower than a turtle." he mocked.

"Asshole." Evan remarked back.

"Boys!" Will yelled at his two offspring. He shook his head ruefully. *They might look like me but they act like their mother.* he thought to himself. "There are more pressing matters at hand, don't you agree?"

"Yessir." They both mumbled together in unison, hanging their head's, but continuing to slap at one another.

Sam laughed and shook her head. Turning toward Eli she sobered up. "Do you mind running Nicole home?" Sam turned toward Eli. She stood up straight and ran her fingers through her hair.

Eli grinned and nodded in response. "Had enough has she?" Laughing he turned on his heel and made his way towards the stairs.

Will's eyebrows lowered in concern. "Are you sure that's such a good idea? Will she be safe?"

Sam nodded and smiled. "Yeah, Nicole can hold her own. Besides that, I don't really care." Sam answered honestly.

Will shook his head and chided Sam gently. "Sam, that's not fair." Roman and Evan snickered from their position on the couch.

She looked at him for a moment and nodded. "You're right, I apologize. She will be fine, he doesn't know of her." Sam addressed his unspoken question.

He nodded and stood up. "Well then, should we get started?" He walked towards a door behind the television. Looking back at Sam who hadn't moved, he stopped. "What's the problem Sam?" he asked patiently.

Sam knew he wanted to train with her. Her body was out of shape and her few fighting skills were rusty. Still though, she didn't want to do it. She knew it would push her to her limits, like all the other lessons. "I don't think I need it." Sam answered, looking him in the eyes.

At about that time Brooke bounded in the room and noticed the two staring at each other and stopped. "What's going on?" She asked Evan and Roman, who had quickly gotten up off the couch.

"Just watch." Evan responded in a hushed tone.

Brooke looked at him with a confused expression then back at Sam and Will.

Will nodded briefly. "And why do you think that Sam?" he asked calmy, turning to face her completely.

She bit her lip and tried not to break eye contact. *Steady.* She coaxed herself in her head. She opened her mouth to answer but quickly snapped it shut. The only answer she could give him would confess to Brooke she was a murderer. She had killed Devon's father so she didn't want to put her body through the extensive training if it wasn't necessary. She didn't think it was, but she couldn't say why. Not with Brooke in the room.
She had nothing to say, so that's exactly what she said. Nothing.

He watched Sam as she thought, different emotions flickering across her face. *Unguarded, completely unguarded.* He told himself. She was distracted, and very clumsy with her talent's and if she was wanting to win then she would have to tone up a bit. They didn't have a lot of time. The next decision he made was a hard one, but he had to do it. To prove to her.

Sam wasn't expecting the blow when it came. It seemed as if in one instant, he jumped, closing the remaining distance between them. Turning in the air, he knocked Sam in the right side of the head as he landed. The hit connected, like he knew it would, but also knew it shouldn't. Sam should have blocked it, but she was slipping and he had to show her. *You are so stubborn, just like your father.* He thought grimly.

Brooke's eyes narrowed in rage and she made a move towards Will but was stopped by Roman.

He clamped a hand over her mouth and whispered in her ear, "stop, just watch. Trust me."

She snorted in anger and half-yelled at him, "trust you? I don't even know you! He hit Sam, I'm going to kick his ass!" her eyes flashed and Roman supressed a smirk. He knew she couldn't, and he knew that she knew she didn't stand a chance against Will.

"Then trust Sam." he answered evenly, ignoring her threat. Evan was ignoring the two and kept his eyes on Sam and his father.

The blonde took a deep breath and turned her head back to Sam, worry lines creasing her forehead.

Sam was nose to nose with Will. She had maintained her balance during the hit, but her head throbbed. She took a step back and shook her head to clear her vision. "What the hell was that for?" she yelled at him angrily.

"Show me." he said simply. When Sam said nothing but continued staring at him in shock he decided to elaborate. "Show me you can handle Devon when he comes for you."

Sam's eyes narrowed. *You're testing me?* She reached up to rub the spot where he had kicked her, taking a deep breath slowly. "Okay, fine." She looked around, "here?"

The only answer she got was a fist flying straight at her face. She did better this time, her senses on full alert when he hit her the first time. She wasn't terrible, she just needed touching up. Time seemed to slow for her, pulling her head back she brought her hand up at lightning speed and blocked the attack.

Turning toward an angle she attempted to kick him in the stomach but failed, she was too slow. He grabbed her foot and twisted her ankle, knocking her to the ground. She recovered quickly, lifting herself off the ground with her arms to give herself momentum she took her other leg and sent a kick flying towards his head.

He grabbed her leg in mid-air right before it connected with his head and twisting it, he slammed it back to the ground easily. He just wanted her full cooperation, he didn't want to hurt her. She needed to see her faults and dedicate herself to fixing them before her big showdown. He felt responsible for her life and well-being, and he had to do what he knew was best. Dropping her other foot he stepped back and looked down at her.

She panted heavily and swore to herself. *Damnit. He's right.* Sam knew he was right but didn't want to admit it, now she had no choice. He had shown her up. She should have expected it from him though, he was only looking out for her.

"See? Dead." he told Sam. "You would've been dead." He shook his head as she got up off the floor, brushing herself off. "Sam, he is a very skilled fighter. You have to understand, what I am trying to do is for your best interest." He spoke, his tone carrying a quiet authority.

She looked down and then at him, "I know. You're right. Let's get started." she rubbed her head again, walking past him. *Here we go.* She thought wryly. It always frustrated her to work on her vampire traits. There was so much it took out of you, there was so much you had to know and concentrate on. The only reason she began the training was because she didn't know how physically and emotionally draining it would be. Lucky for her, she caught Devon's father at the right time with the blade. It wasn't by better skill, or stronger force that she killed him. It was by pure luck, she knew that in the back of her mind. Twisting the doorknob she entered a fairly large room with mats on the ground. It had cement walls and was dark and dingy. Will followed closely behind her, closing the door.

Brooke's mouth was hanging open. Everything between Will and Sam had happend so fast, given their super speed, she didn't know what to think. She didn't know whether to be offended that he hit Sam, or whether to let it go because it hadn't bothered Sam. She decided to let it go, chalking it up to the way vampires interact with one another. "What the hell was that all about? What are they doing?" She began walking towards the door and was stopped by Evan.

"Sam needs to sharpen her defense and attack, so she can have a better chance." he began. "And she can't concentrate fully on what she has to do and learn if you are in there." he smiled gently, taking the sting out of the words.

She nodded mutely and took her seat on the armchair, slightly frightened at being left alone with two strangers she didn't know, who happened to be vampires.

Roman picked up on her fear and tried to calm the girls nerves. "We are harmless, really. I know you must think that's crazy, considering what we are. But, I assure you that you're safe here." he finished, smiling in assurance.

Evan nodded and added, "yeah, think of this place as..." he tapped his chin, looking up at the ceiling, "..well, think of it as a really strange, paid for vacation." he leaned back and propped his feet up on the table crossing them.

She forced a smile and took a shaky breath. *Come on, be nice. They are Sam's friends, they must be alright.* She told herself. All she really wanted to do was be with Sam. Kissing Sam, touching Sam, the smell of Sam. She felt a familiar tingle in her groin and her eyes closed. *What is wrong with me? What has she turned me into?* she grinned, shaking her head.