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The next couple of days were easier now that I knew going on, but there still wasn't a second I wasn't worried about Jake or my family or my friends. I let Patriece do her protection roll conventionally and she did her best to do it as less awkward as possible. She turned over night look outs into sleepovers and after school session into a study thing. She transferred into all my classes, so there was never a time she left me of her sight.

And I hated it.

She was so ready to risk he life for me and as much as I tried to talk her out of it – she wouldn't budge. I just couldn't live with myself if she got hurt, let alone because of me. So one night I asked her why.

"You're asking me why I don't want my best friend to get killed by some crazy psychopath?"

I rolled my eyes. "You know what I mean."

She sighed. "Don't worry Sam, if it comes down to Damon and I fighting I know who would win."

"Because you would know his weaknesses?"

She hesitated before settling into her sleeping bag. "That too…" she murmured. I knew wasn't going to elaborate so I just sighed and lied back down. "Patriece?" I whispered.

"Yeah," she murmured.

"You know just about everything right?"

She laughed. "Just about."

I took a deep breath preparing myself for my next question. "Then how do you become a werewolf." Patriece got up and looked at me bewildered. I interrupted her before she could get a word out. I knew what she was going to say. "And don't tell me Jake wouldn't want me to know because I already know that. It's just – everything would be a lot easier if I knew. So we have an option."

"It won't come down to that Sam."

"You don't know that! Jake can't hide forever, my family and everyone I love – I can't leave them in danger forever. I can't wait for Jake's psycho brother to leave forever. I just want to know – just in case." Patriece went silent. I left her in thought as I waited patiently.

"There's two ways to be a vampire. One, you're born into it or two, you're infected."

"How do you get infected?" I asked. My voice sounded too eager, it's what made Patrice hesitate. She sighed.

"I really shouldn't be telling you this…"

"Patriece!" I whined. She rolled her eyes.

"You're infected when the werewolf's blood somehow gets in your bloodstream." I nodded. I didn't know why Jake was so worried. It seemed like a pretty hard thing to do. "He just didn't want you thinking about it. He didn't want it to be an option."

No, that of all things was immutable. I shook my head. "Well, he's out of luck because starting right now – it is."

"What!" Patriece shouted. "Ok, ok I'll be right there." She hung up the phone.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Rodney got in a car accident, he's in the hospital. I have to meet him there."

"Ok, go." I told her. She sighed.

"I can't. I have to watch over you." I rolled my eyes.

"Patriece Rodney is in the hospital. I'll be fine. Ok? He's much more important then me at the moment."

"But what about Damon?"

"It's been four weeks and I haven't seen Damon anywhere. Go, Rodney needs you." Patriece looked at me with all plead in the world. "Go!" I pushed and pushed her up lightly. She took a deep breath and smiled at me.

"I'll be back by tonight. I promise." I smiled and nodded as I watched her walk out the door.

Fifteen minutes had passed since Patriece left and I was doing perfectly fine. Maybe Damon did turn back. My mother was upstairs, my Father was at work and I was in the living room watching TV. I felt normal. Maybe things can go back to normal…

Just then doorbell rang. Patriece was back already? I got up and opened the door.

What I was expecting to see was a pretty, tall, girl on the other side, but I didn't – instead I saw a man. What made it worse I knew exactly who he was.

"You must be Sam. Hi, my name is Damon."

He smiled. My heart started beating rapidly as I stared at my future murderer. Damon looked different from the picture I'd seen him in before, he looked older – more godly. Everything that was good looking about him in the picture I saw amplified. Yet he still looked young enough to be my older brother. His pale blue eyes smoldered me as I examined him and took in his voice. I found myself star struck. His voice was low and seductive. His smile was charming and edgy and eyes were… magnificent.

Then I remembered why he was here.

Quickly I tried to close the door, but he stopped the it in a instant. "Com'on Sam don't be like that," he teased. His voice had a disgusting amount of pleasure in it. I pushed on the door harder. "You know there are other ways to get in. Maybe I could stop by your mother's room." I stopped pushing. The door reopened. "That's better." Damon smirked. I found myself mesmerized by it, which only made him more of a threat.

"What do you want?" I demanded. I tried my best to keep my voice as cold and intimidating as possible, but I failed – hearing the fear in my voice was irrevocable.

Damon took a deep, easy breath. "I want you…to give Jake a little message for me." He grinned.

"I don't know where he is." I spat. I wish my voice sounded assertive. Damon rolled his eyes.

"I know that… it's why I brought this." Damon held out a phone. "I want you to call from this phone – since he won't answer yours." At first I just stared at him. Then he groaned. "Sam, I really don't want to make this harder than it has to be." I made no movement. Damon sighed. "Take the phone or I'll slit the throat of the one I took it from. What was his name? Rodney?" Rodney…that meant that – Patriece! This was all a set up! I narrowed my eyes deepening my stare. Reluctantly I reached for the phone. "He's number one I speed dial, I installed it." Damon said. Slowly I opened the phone. I looked at him with the most disgust humanly possible. Damon rolled his eyes. "Tick, tock," he pushed. I rolled my eyes. Grudgingly I pressed one and raise the phone to my ear. I never broke I eye contact with Damon.

"He won't pick up," I told him. "He doesn't even know Rodney that well."

"Trust me. He will." Damon winked at me. I bit down on my lip. Why was he doing this?

"Hello?" a velvet voice answer. Jake. The sound of hearing his sweet voice again made my heart skip I breath. I closed my eyes and breathed in his voice.

"Jake," I breathed.

"Sam? What are you- where is he?" Jake's voice was immediately filled anger. I opened my eyes and looked at Damon who had a amused smirk on his face.

"He's right here, he said he has a message for you," I breathed. Don't come Jake. Please don't come. It's a trick I thought to myself. If there was anytime I wish Jake could read my mind it would be now. Damon's smirked turned into a full out devious smile. Damon reached over grabbed the phone and grabbed my hair yanking me out of the door. I screamed from the excruciating pain.

"You better hurry up Jake," he chuckled. "The games are about to start." Then the phone went dead. "You're coming with me." Damon said.

"No," I spat. He sighed and looked up.

"Looks like you woke mommy up. Maybe I should just…"

"No!" I shouted.

"Then shut up and come with me." Damon let go of my hair and grabbed my arm.

"Where's Rodney?" I asked as he pulled me.

"Probably dead on the side of the road somewhere." he laughed. I bit down on my lip so hard I could taste blood. Damon increased his grip on me and his speed. We were soon on a deserted trail right in the middle of the wood.

"Why are we here?" I asked him.

"Because I don't everyone to hear the screaming." A lump rose in my throat as I stared up at him. He looked down at me and smiled. "What, you scared? You think poor Jakey isn't going to make in time? Don't worry. I would want him to witness your death, then it wouldn't be fun." I found tears started to swell in my eyes. No! I thought. I can not be crying. I have to be strong – for Jake.

"What do you have against me?" I asked him. My voice was shaky and small.

He shrugged "Nothing. Just doing my dear brother a favor and you as well."

"What do you mean?" I asked. Damon looked down at me looking annoyed and surprised.

"Are you crying?" he asked. I looked away. They were tears of anger now.

Suddenly we stopped and Damon's grip on my loosened. He took a deep breath. "There we're here."

"Where?" I asked.

"The place Jake killed his first human." I looked at him with more than pure disgust.

"You monster!" I shouted. Damon did nothing roll his eyes. I started shaking out of his grip and when I was free I made a run for it. The tears in my eyes made vision blurry, I couldn't see were I was going which I why I found myself in the ground. As I fell my knee hit something hard. I screamed out loud as the rock entered my knee. I turned around tears in my eyes with dirt on my wet, sticky face. I looked at me red gushing knee. It was burning as if I was on fire. The was snapping of twigs. I looked up as Damon approached me. I hated the look on his face.

He looked bored.

I started moving my hands around to grab a weapon – something I could hurt him with. I squeezed my finger around some type on stone and kept my hand behind my back. Damon finally reached me and rolled my eyes.

"Well you're not nearly as fun as I thought you would be. You may look like Rachel, but you are definitely not her." The grip my stone tighter. "Did he tell you about her by the way? I'm guessing not, by your heart rate. Did he tell you about how he obsessed over her, how he felt about her –," Damon knelt down closing in on my face. His pale blue stared at me temptingly. His voice was smooth, liquid and seductive. "How he loved her. You know Sam, you knew forget your first."

Suddenly I plunged the stone into Damon's stomach. He shouted and fell back. I smiled and tried to got up, but for some reason couldn't. All of a sudden the pain in my legs increased by a mile. I started to burn and not just in my knee.

All over.

I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was on fire! Everything was on fire. I screamed again – I couldn't stop. I looked at Damon who was getting back up. What did he do to me?

Damon raised his head. His eyes were red now and inviting to danger. I jerked over from the pain and in an attempted to crawl away. I couldn't move. I couldn't function my brain. Only my mind was free and that had been set on fire as well. Tears starting streaming down my face. Ow! It burned. Why does it burn?

Damon was approaching me. He was getting closer. I could move! I couldn't run away! I loped back on my back and took in a deep, rigid breath. I couldn't scream anymore, I had no voice, I had no power. Even my throat was on fire. Damon was almost near me now. I knew he was going to kill me. I knew was going to die...

Suddenly there was a black force that removed Damon from my sight. I looked over and saw a big black wolf growling angrily at Damon as he managed to get up. The wolf turned to me. I immediately knew who it was. It was Jake.

I turned to Damon. He had a long, gashing cut along his cheek. His eyes were red as he began to shake. It was like the cafeteria scene all over again.

I could hear as Damon changed. His breaths were and loud and his screams were angry.

I looked over at Jake who was looking at Damon. Suddenly he turned to me. His lavender eyes staring at me softly. I studied him as a wolf. Even like that he was still the most beautiful creature I had ever scene. But he had to run. He couldn't beat Damon. I knew he couldn't.

Everything was paralyzed on me with the fire. I tried desperately to open my mouth to tell him to run! Run Jake! Run away! I screamed over and over in my head. I stared at him with complete fear. He had to run. Jake, distracted didn't see that Damon had already changed. He attacked him. No! Jake flew back into a tree. He got up whimpered. Jake…

Another tear escaped my eyes and burned my face. This time I could let out a scream. I looked over at Damon and Jake who were fighting. Trying over and over to grip each and bite each others heads off. Why was Jake fighting? Why doesn't he just run away?

I found myself beginning to get light headed and my vision grew blurry. The sound of growling and bite flew in the distance. Suddenly there was big boom. Jake had been thrown in into a tree. And he couldn't get up! I looked at his leg to see it bleeding. I watched as Jake whimpered and repeatedly tried to get up. Tears one after another left my eyes. I ignored the pain Jake! I screamed, though no one could hear it. Run!

I watched as Damon approached Jake growling. Jake couldn't get up. He couldn't… No! I shouted.

Suddenly the was a big cry, but it wasn't from Jake it was from Damon. Another wolf had come! This wolf was brown and smaller, but looked just as devious. I knew immediately who it was. Patriece.

I lied there shocked. I didn't know what to think. I was losing my ability to think. The heat increased. I tried to let out another scream but I couldn't. My blood felt like sand paper as it rubbed against my skin. All of it hot and rushing toward my heart. I wanted it to go away. I wanted to run away. I wanted all of us to.

I watched as Patriece got off of Damon. He got up growling, but soon stopped. He stopped everything. All he did was stare at her. Why wasn't he fighting her? Why was he hesitating?

Patriece wasn't she growled and pranced on him once again. Damon looked too distracted to defend himself properly, but pushed her away. Patriece fell off whimpering. Patriece… I cried. I let out a huge, difficult breath. It was getting harder to breath. My lungs were burnt. I couldn't breathe! I tried repeatedly to let out my breaths but couldn't. I could feel my heart beat inside of me and it hurt. My eyes started to close. I looked over at the fight. Jake and Patriece were up and they had Damon surrounded.

I closed my eyes…

Ch. 19: New Beginnings.

"Sam!" I heard a voice call. It was Patriece. I wish could answer her. I wish I could move. I wish I could open my eyes. I wish I could see Jake.

"Sam!" I heard him call. His voice was shaky. He had been crying. I took small breaths breathing him in. His voice was beautiful, even distressed.

"Sam! Wake up!" Patriece shouted. She had just been beginning to cry.

"What's wrong with her?" Jake shouted.

"I don't know. I-," Patriece paused. "Her knee…" she whispered. I felt her cold hand touch it.

"What? No, that wouldn't be enough to kill her," Jake said.

"No Jake look – it's healing. Damon must have…"

"No. No that's not possible. That's not…"

"Think about! Do you hear her heart beat?"

There was pause. I knew he was looking for it. "No."

"Exactly, there is one, yet she's still breathing. I think she got infected," she whispered. Patriece's voice grew tinier with every word her tears must have been increasing.

"What does that mean?" Jake asked. His voice was solid and protective, but I could still hear the plea for help in it.

"Jake – it means she a werewolf."

Finally, my eyes opened.

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