Slightly dizzy, Sam could feel himself falling forward, wound up in David's aroma. He quickly snapped out of it; after all, David was doing that on purpose. Sam would not give in that easily. David couldn't expect him to just surrender without a fight.

"Why did you come back here? To apologize or put yourself in control again?" he asked sourly, wishing he still had a lamp by his bed-he would have turned on the light. "Or both?"

David laughed once, more like a cough. "I just told you. Sam, I want you to come back with me," he said with slight anger.

"I heard that. But you didn't answer me."

David rolled his eyes and shook his head in disbelief.

"Why did you come back here?" Sam asked through clenched teeth.

"I'm not answering that."

"Do you even love me?" Sam asked, a little softer. Were the lights on Sam would have seen David's head snap back to glare at him. There was a short silence. "Why did you change me if you don't? Unless it was just to piss off Max," he accused, his voice rising again. "You're full of shit, David! Just empty words…"

"Do you not trust me at all?" David shot back suddenly. Sam didn't know how to answer. "You don't believe anything I say! I'm trying to understand you, but I can't," he yelled, his voice still hovering dangerously at a whisper. Sam could tell he was trying to control himself. "It only takes one doubt in me for you to think everything I said before was a lie!"

"Because you do lie! You never told me you and Marko hooked up—"

"Don't even go there—"

"—and at first you thought you were gonna pick up Michael." They were cutting each other off and talking over each other's words.

"You seriously wanna go there?" David asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, let's go there!" Sam shouted, wondering how much louder they could get before somebody in the house woke up.

"Yes, before I met you I hooked up with Marko. Yes, when I first saw you and Michael on the boardwalk I wanted Michael before I ever thought about you!" Sam quieted. "I thought for the first month I knew you that we would never go there, or it at least would be just a one-time thing! Yeah, before I knew you my mind was set on turning you to get Max pissed," David shouted, not noticing that Sam was only staring blankly at where his black face was.

"I get it—"

"And yes, I lied to you about a lot of things. But I meant every word I said!"

"If you lie to me again…" Sam whispered.

David bared his teeth in the dark.

"Tell me; do you think that there's a chance that baby isn't Paul's?"

David was taken off guard by the question. Why was he asking that?

"Do you?" Sam asked seriously, highly worried for the answer.

It took a few more seconds before David replied. "I'm not sure," he said honestly.

"It's a yes or no question, David!"

"And I said I don't know! Yes, it's a possibility, I suppose." Sam sunk back down and lay on his pillows. "Sam, that happened before I even met you."

"Why did you come back here, David?" he asked again, dully.

"I came here to apologize."

"Are you lying?"

"Sam, stop with that."

"Well, I'm just making sure," Sam said, sitting back up until David's face was only an inch away.

"I love you," David said tenderly. "So much." He grazed his lips across Sam's, causing Sam to part them wider than they already were.

What am I doing? Sam asked himself. He was supposed to be mad at David.

But David didn't kiss him, though Sam was anticipating it. His lips just grazed Sam's skin, chilling him. "Do I always do that to you?" he questioned, amused at the goosebumps forming.

"No…" Sam breathed, feeling dizzy again and letting his head fall to the side. David placed a hand on the opposite side of the neck he was bent over, cradling Sam's head as he placed his lips where the main artery lay. Sam shivered.

"Don't lie," David mocked. He kissed it again and jolts ran all through Sam's body. David pressed forward until Sam's back was on the bed again and David was on top of Sam's frame, kissing him on the lips.

He tried to keep his legs together, but since David's knee was in between them to begin with, they were easily nudged further apart. Hesitantly Sam gripped David's jacket, trying to discreetly fight the movements that were trying to get Sam's legs apart more and up David's hip.

When Sam felt something firm against his stomach, he stopped kissing back. Sam could tell where this was going, and he didn't want that tonight. David could feel him tense. "Relax," he soothed. But Sam didn't, nor did he want to.

"Get off," he said with surprising fierceness, and for a moment David stopped. "Just because you said you love me doesn't mean I'm not mad anymore and I'll sleep with you," he said, annoyed. "Get off," he repeated. Frowning, David sat back up on his heels, and slowly slid off the bed. Sam sat up and watched him. "I'll go back, but not for you. And believe me; you're not getting off that easy."

"I apologized, Sam. What else can I do?" David asked, getting frustrated yet again.

"Stop assuming, stop saying you're sorry, stop pressuring me. And take me back." Sam threw the covers back and swung his legs over the side of his bed. "And where did Marko go?"

"So you knew he was here?"

"Of course!" What made David think Sam didn't know that? David didn't say anything else and Sam dropped it. He started changing into his normal clothes, and David thought it was better if he didn't look. He awkwardly turned his body slightly and looked at the window, really tempted to sneak a peek. "You can look." But Sam wasn't giving him permission; he was saying he was done.

"Straight to the cave?"

"Where else?" Then Sam realized a flaw in trying to get there. David obviously hadn't brought his bike. That meant he would have to be up against David.

"You can fly yourself," David offered. Sam was surprised by the idea, but didn't think he was capable of doing that yet. He shook his head and stepped forward until he was within arm's reach with David. David reached forward, almost hesitantly, and wrapped his arms around Sam's slim waist, bringing him closer. Sam's arms were on David's chest before he tightened his grip securely. Tentative was an understatement to describe the actions.

When David's hands went a little lower than needed, Sam blushed and David smirked. "Don't get any ideas," Sam warned, feeling his cheeks getting hot. It didn't help that David was getting hard again like this, which seemed to happen a lot around Sam.

Sam could feel wind blowing against his skin, which was weird considering just a second ago he was standing in his bedroom. Was the window even open? Feeling his body start to be pulled down, Sam wrapped his legs around David's waist.

Sam dared himself to open his eyes, and felt the thrill and fear at being so high. At first it really scared him, but eventually that feeling went away and it was the same as riding on a motorcycle…but maybe a little higher.

It was too foggy that night to see more than ten feet in front of him, but somehow David got to the cave just fine.

When they walked in Paul grinned. "Have fun, David?" Sam tried to hide a smile and blushed deeply. Of course Paul would notice what was going on below David's belt…

"We just talked," David corrected.

"If 'talking' gets me a boner like that I wanna have a chat." His enthusiasm made Sam smile.

"Where's everyone else?" David asked, curious as to why Paul would be by himself. There was uncertainty in Paul's expression that Sam noticed, and apparently David saw it too. "It's okay, man," he assured. "Everything's alright between us."

"They're back there." He nudged his head to the left, causing Sam to take a look in that direction. But he didn't see anything. What was he talking about?

"Oh…I never showed you the whole place, Sam," David admitted, remembering now that Sam thought what he had seen was everything.

"There's more?" he asked in disbelief, wondering what the rest of it would look like considering the room they were in was particularly fabulous.

"A ton," Paul said, stepping back once before turning around and walking to the sleeping chamber. David followed, nudging Sam along.

The room was lit up with strong candles everywhere. It was almost damp and much colder than every other room in the cave, but still intact. The big stereo that stood along one wall was still functioning quite well, and the wooden floor and tables lining the room told anyone that it used to be some kind of ballroom. There was a long lasting supply of alcohol on one table, which was now being used up by Dwayne and Michael. At first they were just playfully pushing each other until it turned into a rough make out session, and they were leaning on the edge of the table eating each other's faces out.

"I believe the phrase is; 'Get a room'?" Marko inquired, raising an eyebrow and perching on a table opposite of them. Dwayne flipped him off and he laughed. Michael gripped his face harder between his hands and Dwayne felt him up, not even noticing the three others that just entered the room.

Sam blinked a few times, shocked to see his brother, um…doing this. I didn't know Michael and Dwayne were...

"Mike?" he asked, uncertain. Michael and Dwayne pulled back from their kiss. Michael looked over Dwayne's side to see his little brother standing there.

"Sam," he said, also surprised. But having quite a bit to drink he wasn't as embarrassed as he would normally have been. Dwayne turned his head to see the others there, but was unaltered.

"Weren't we saving that?" David asked, referring to the lack of beer.

"We left you guys some," Dwayne answered, not moving his hands away from Michael.

"Some," Paul emphasized, taking his place on the table next to Marko and crossing his legs. "Do you dance, Sammy?"

"No. Definitely not." Sam looked around warily. Would he have to dance?

"That doesn't add up," Paul thought aloud. Sam wondered what he meant, but then quickly figured it out for himself and could have been slightly offended.

There was a silence and Sam could hear the thoughts of everyone.

"Hey, Sam, can you hear me?"

"Um, yeah, Paul; he can."

"Well, then…"

"I'm starving!"

"Then eat someone."

"Are you hungry, Sam?" David asked out loud. But there was a slight expectancy in his voice, and Sam hesitated. He knew what David really meant, and what would happen if he said yes. And if he said no…

Paul smiled brightly. "Yeah! Sam could come too!" Marko punched him roughly in the arm to silence him, hissing at his comment. Paul rubbed it and said, "Ow…" Sam wasn't sure if he wanted to. He didn't want to, but…there was a part of him that did. He scanned everyone's awaiting expressions, and as he passed Michael's his brother shook his head. Sam looked back up at David, still not entirely certain of his answer.

"Sure."

As they rode their bikes along the sand Sam was still relaxed. But after they parked them and started walking something fluttered in his stomach. David stayed close to him for comfort but still kept his distance. Paul was giddy as ever. Dwayne and Michael were in front and kept looking back at him questioningly. When Michael didn't turn around Dwayne put an arm around his shoulders and kept him going forward.

Marko came sliding over and pushed his side flush against Sam, bringing an arm around him. Everyone could feel the mixture of fear and nervousness that was stirring within Sam. He relaxed a little at the comforting gesture. He even smiled and reached up to grasp the hand that was hanging over his right shoulder. Now that he was around everyone, he noticed the things that were now different.

They all had a scent that he could pick out. He could almost taste the cotton candy that Marko reeked of. Paul no longer smelt like drugs, but had some kind of salty smell to him; like the ocean. Dwayne smelt like the outdoors—actually very pleasant—and Michael was a mixture of Dwayne's and what he was before. Probably due to the excessive amount of time they spent together. David...he had a haze of coldness that radiated off his skin. Sam almost shuddered. When David turned and looked at him his scent changed to a mild cinnamon. Love.

Sam looked to the left and studied the face of his good friend. But…weren't his eyes blue before? No, now they were almost hazel. "Hey, did your eyes change color?" he asked before thinking. He looked down, feeling stupid, when Paul laughed loudly and playfully ruffled his hair. Paul walked in front for a few seconds, snapping his fingers and spinning once.

"You're seeing things, Sam!"

"You okay?" Marko asked him, noticing Sam was overly quiet and obviously scared. Sam couldn't say he was, because that would be lying, and they all already knew the answer.

"Nervous," he admitted with a small laugh.

"Don't be!" Paul called from way up in front. "It's fun," he sang, laughing. "Just don't get any—"

"Shut it," David growled.

Now Sam was scared, and his walking slowed. He would have stopped altogether if Marko wasn't still pushing him along. There was a dirt mound up ahead, and he could hear the singing and cheering of a group of civilians. Sam tried stopping, but they didn't. There was a tree, and Michael noticed it was the same one he had been on when he first watched them.

Once Paul climbed up it Sam tried backing out. "Wait."

"There's nothing to be scared of," David assured. "We'll tone it down for you, since it's your first."

"As if!" Paul yelled, but still low enough for the humans to not hear them over the loud music.

"I can't do this. I—I'm not strong enough. I don't know what to do. I…"

"Practice makes perfect," Marko chirped, causing Sam to swallow hard. David's smug grin slipped a little.

"Trust me, Sammy," he said in a haunting way, and Sam cowered into Marko for support.

I bet you're a lot stronger than you think…What about your dreams? Wasn't it nice to take care of the people you hate most in the world? Trust me on this.

Marko's strong grip on his body made him feel somewhat secure from David's taunting words. If only Marko had a say in any of this. If only he could keep Sam safe from anyone. But of course if David wanted Marko to even let go, he would comply, because anyone as strong as him could—

"What's going on? Are we eating or what?" Paul asked, getting impatient. They all looked at Sam, waiting for his answer. But he knew that he would have to feed eventually, and he'd rather do it this way than by accident. Plus, David wasn't going to let him be until he did this.

"Just get this over with," he mumbled, walking forward. Paul cheered.

"That's the spirit," David said, but Sam didn't look at him. Everyone jumped up into the tree, watching the several humans dancing around the fire. One was sitting on a tree log, looking bored and not wanting to be there. Sam noticed there wouldn't be enough if everyone got one.

"Aren't you guys gonna…call dibs?"

"Blonde chick!" Paul called, before settling into a more relaxed position, breathing heavily and looking like he was watching girls strip in front of him. David studied them all, both the humans and Sam.

Now Michael wished Sam wasn't there with him; he didn't want Sam of all people seeing him like this. But he and Dwayne couldn't help themselves and watched, wide-eyed. Sam looked above him to see Marko grinning, his teeth showing and his face orange from the fire. Sam could have almost forgotten Marko was one of them. He was always sweet, but now he just looked like he was waiting and would enjoy every bit of it.

"No way, Paul-I called her first," he argued.

"No you didn't!" There obviously wasn't enough for everyone to feed that night, and David knew that; which is why he chose that night to take Sam along. It would show him what their kind was really like. Paul hit Marko, not too rough but enough to earn a hit back. They went back and forth and David hissed at them.

Sam's stomach lurched. If Paul and Marko would fight physically like that over one meal—and they were together—he couldn't imagine what it would be like to really fight over something like that. "What, like, half and half?" Sam asked, confused. David grinned.

"First come first served." Marko climbed down one level, right next to Sam. Like he was trying to get a better angle to come at them faster.

"If Sam's as chicken as I think, I'll even get two," he teased, and Sam felt the urge to shove him. And he did. Not very hard, he thought, but Marko fell backwards and fell out of the tree with a gasp. Paul giggled.

"You've just done what Marko would kill me for."

Marko was back up in the tree in no time, feeling angry and offended. "I'm sorry," Sam apologized immediately, but Marko didn't accept. You didn't just push a vampire like that and apologize. Even if it was an accident.

"Come on," Paul whined. "Stop making me wait." David's expression turned serious and his face changed. It wasn't as disturbing, since Sam had seen it like that before. But seeing the others like that was enough for him to shrink back into the branch.

"Easy," David reminded them, only for Sam's sake. Marko gripped the branches around him and leaned back, like he was going to sling-shot himself forward. "Ready or not, Sam?"

"I guess," he said weakly. The second he was done saying that everyone was flung forward, and he felt a wind push past him. He only wanted to get this over with, and decided to jump forward also. But, jump forward? That didn't sound too fun to land on the ground from seven feet up. He leapt anyways, and his feet never hit the ground. He only landed on the ground when he wanted to, many feet away from the tree.

Paul beat Marko to the blonde, and as soon as he ripped her throat out the others started screaming. Sam could only watch in horror as they were slowly killed, their limbs being ripped apart. But he hadn't expected anything less.

"There he goes!" Paul laughed, pointing at the last one; the youngest that was sitting on the log when they were watching. Marko smiled and his eyes sparkled. Both Sam and Marko ran over to him with shocking speed; it took only a fraction of a second. After watching Marko's hunting tactics moments before, Sam knew he would make it very slow and painful. But Sam still had a human sympathy for the boy.

Marko reached him first, tackling him from behind and tearing into his shoulder. The boy screamed and Sam was right behind, pulling Marko off by his jacket. Marko was flung onto his back and Sam was swift with sinking his teeth into the human's neck. Sam's legs were on both sides of the boy's hips, and his screams were muffled by the sand in his face until there was no more energy to struggle.

Sam had no idea blood would taste that good; he was sad when it was all gone. It was like ice cream and candy to a kid. Before he knew it he finished and stood up, wiping his mouth. When he looked up Marko kicked someone's head at him, letting out something that sounded almost exactly like a scream of anger. Everyone paused. Sam jumped at the head as it rolled around and someone's frozen, terrified face stared at him.

He looked at Marko in surprise, wondering what he had done wrong. "That was mine!" He viciously jabbed his thumb toward his chest. Marko ground his teeth and for a moment Sam was terrified of him. It barely lasted and that fear was replaced with defensiveness. Sam bared his teeth at him, expecting a move of violence.

Everyone watched warily, David ready to jump in at any moment. He would have already, but Sam needed to learn things. He needed to know what and what not to do. What was and wasn't okay. And, most importantly, how vampires would react. Marko was a perfectly matched challenge; they were both equal.

"Prove it, then!" Sam challenged. Marko tilted his head to the side. Was he fucking serious? Sam really wanted to fight him.

Sam stood his ground, not expecting Marko to suddenly be a foot in front of him. Instead of being surprised, Sam instantly went to the defensive side, lunging forward and attempting to hit him. Marko dodged the first two times but when Sam's fist came again it collided with his teeth, and he slapped a hand over his mouth in pain. Sam really had no idea what he was doing, but after his first successful punch, his eyes widened and he took on a load of confidence.

"Aw, I'm sorry," he teased playfully. Marko stared at him in surprise, still holding his teeth for another second.

"Come on! Hit him back!" Paul encouraged, watching them like the others.

"Not yet. We need to clean up and get back. You can finish this later," David said.

"Yeah! There's more stuff there to hit each other with!" Paul added. Marko stared at Sam angrily, slowly removing the hand from his mouth. Sam could see the blood that had rolled down his chin from the hit. They dragged the body parts into the fire, and drove back to the cave. Sam could feel Marko's stare burning holes into his head. But he wasn't as scared as he thought he should be.

Once they got back Paul grabbed a small object lying on the floor and cracked it open on Marko's head. When he spun around Paul had moved and Sam was standing there, all evidence squarely on his shoulders. "Son of a bitch!" Sam ducked when something came flying his way and it shattered against the wall. "I would have let it go," Marko yelled.

When Marko advanced Sam grabbed his long hair, pulling him down to the floor roughly. He was quickly back up on his feet and Sam swung at him. He realized they must look like girls fighting; pulling hair and meekly hitting each other. "I said I was sorry!" Sam shouted. Paul had sat down and leaned back into the chair, watching them fight like it was a movie.

They began throwing each other around, grabbing hair and hitting each other like they were actually that angry. They were flung against rough and sharp objects, causing the others to cheer them on for something rougher. And then Sam tripped Marko, sending them tumbling down together. They landed on something glass that shattered loudly right by Paul's feet. "OH!" he yelled, picking his feet off the ground a little. Then they didn't come up, feeling officially spent. The sharp glass had cut into them both, causing some blood to seep onto the floor.

"Ow…Sam…get off," Marko choked, and Sam rolled off him. They both winced at the forming bruises and the cuts that inflicted pain. But it was a pain that would make Sam learn, David thought. He wouldn't go about killing someone else's meal that had already been claimed.

"Don't tell me it's over," Paul said, disappointed. "You didn't even get to the back rooms! I could've played music and you guys would have been using the tables!"

"Paul…" Marko began, "I'm spent," he panted, looking at the ceiling as Paul loomed over him.

"Spent my ass," he mumbled, holding out his hand for Marko to take and pulling him up.

"But, really. What did I do wrong?" Sam asked, pulling himself to his feet. He felt his head and the blood that was in his hair. "How long's that gonna last?"

"A few hours," David answered, taking Sam's hand away from his head and holding it. "You did pretty well," he said truthfully.

"Really?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," Paul said, slinking an arm around Marko. "You should have seen Marko. On his first he totally freaked."

"Didn't most of us?" Dwayne added.

"But you did really well." Sam looked at David and smiled a little. Was he supposed to say thank you? "Should we turn in? You look exhausted." Sam nodded, stretching his arms downward. And they all made their way to the sleeping chamber. All of them.

I've recently looked back and read my earlier chapters. For the first two (?) I noticed I spelled it "Sammie" instead of "Sammy." What was I thinking? Sorry for the longer wait. I'm sort of struggling with the plot, seeing as this is going almost nowhere. But, though sad to say, this will probably be ending soon. Maybe at the most (or around) four more chapters. I'm trying to get in those missed lemons, too;D Yes, I've also realized in this chapter Sam is no longer a static character. That will be explained and fixed, I promise. And before I forget to say, there will be a high possibility Marko will not be having his baby in the story. I'm not talking miscarriage, but that this will end before he gets to have her/him. It would be too weird to write that happening...

So any last requests/ideas before I wrap this story up? Reviews are love! XD