Well, here we go again! Sorry I'm a couple days late, my vacation was a little longer than planned. Anyways, hope you all enjoy!
Chapter 24
Sam's Pov
"Wait, let me get this straight," Edgar started gruffly, "there is another bloodsucker in town," He looked to his brother and then at me, not even daring to look at Marko. "and he has his eyes set on you, Sam?"
"Yes." Marko said coldly.
"Okay then. We'll be on the lookout." Edgar nodded.
"You don't even know what he looks like, Edgar." I said, standing up straight. He smirked.
"You don't need to know what a vampire looks like to kill it. If anything is out of the ordinary we'll know what's up." He concluded, putting a hand on Alan's shoulder. At that time I had noticed how quiet Alan had been while we were in the shop. I was about to open my mouth to say something, but before I could, someone else took the opportunity.
"Great. Just my luck! Two vampires have already called dibs on Sam. How can I compete with that?" Alan said angrily. Did he really say that? I went stiff when I realized that he never opened his mouth. At the time I noticed that Marko stiffened too. Can we hear his thoughts?
"Are you guys listening to a thing I'm saying?" Edgar grumbled.
"Listen here, kid." Marko said, getting closer to Alan, "I don't need to call dibs on Sam. She is mine. You better get your mind out of the gutter before I do something I may regret-" Well… that confirmed my suspicions.
"Hey," I said, getting in between the two of them, "stop this!"
"Why Sam?" Alan snapped. "Look at everything that has happened because of him!" he said, pointing at Marko. "He's the one that took your life away from you, and now, because of him, you are being chased by another killer!"
"Alan-" Edgar started. I quickly looked away, trying to see if anyone was paying attention to us arguing. No one seemed to notice, and I scanned outside the shop as well. Everything looked fine…wait! In the middle of the crowd I saw a man, big and built with dark hair staring my way. His eyes were smoldering brown-but I could have sworn that there was red in them. He smirked when I noticed him standing there.
'Hello, Sam.' Oh no. Darcy. Frantically looking back, I hoped that Marko would have noticed, but instead he was glaring daggers at Alan and Edgar was yelling at the two of them. My eyes were wide and I looked back into the crowd, trying to find the man from my nightmare. He was gone, vanished from my sight. Darcy was here.
"We have to leave." I said abruptly, cancelling whatever the guys were saying.
"Why?" Marko asked quickly. The expression on my face must have said it all. Marko was suddenly cursing obscenities in his head, but the only one that came from his lips was a distinctive "Shit…" he turned to the Frog brothers. "Be on the lookout." He said.
"You've got to be kidding! He's here?" Edgar asked and gazed around. Instead of answering him, Marko turned, draped a protective arm around my shoulder, and quickly guided me out of the shop.
'I'm sorry.' I thought numbly. I didn't know what to do.
'Sorry? It's that toad that should be sorry! He distracted me. I would have seen Darcy if that kid would just get over his stupid feelings and worry about more important things-like me snapping his annoying little neck.' He growled. I barely heard the last part and frowned. Was he mad me? Alan? Himself?
'I'm sorry.' I repeated. Why did it seem like everything was my fault? He was quiet then. We made it to the bikes where the guys were sitting casually, but when we walked up they got quiet.
'Darcy is here.' They were on their guard once Marko announced that.
"Well, this is just dandy." Paul groaned quietly.
"We better go then." David said. I nodded in agreement, but before I could take a step towards Marko's bike, I was overwhelmed with that unbearable pain in my stomach.
"She's only fed once David." Marko whispered, not even looking my way. Was he still angry? I felt like falling over, but quickly Marko moved his arm around my waist. That shocked me, but it was the only thing that kept me steady. I looked up to see how David reacted, and he nodded.
"We all need something to sustain us. We better hurry though." Just as quickly as the idea of leaving was initiated, the boys got off of their rides and we quietly made our way to the bonfire-filled beach. By the time we found a secluded place a fire erupted through my stomach and legs. It hurt to walk. As soon as the pain had come, I smelt something delicious. Before I had time to think my body reacted; my gums hurt and all I saw was red.
"Go for it Sammy." Marko said looking at me. He didn't seem mad…but before I could tell he lightly pushed me towards the partiers. I won't and say that I didn't want to hurt anybody, but I pounced. I was sick and tired of the pain, and blood lust took over. Looking around, l wasn't the only one to be enjoying myself. Bodies were being torn apart, and there was blood all over the sand. The screams were long gone, and now there were corpses all over the place. I had my fill, and was perfectly content.
'What a natural.' I thought I heard in the wind. I span around and saw nothing, well, not nothing. Marko was walking my way, blood smeared over his face and shirt. How sick is it to think that it was an alluring look? He must have heard me and smirked. Blushing, I turned and walked towards the others, stepping carefully over the corpse.
"Hey, aren't you gonna clean it up?" Marko asked, and turning back to him I saw him grinning. I slowly shook my head and in turn he too shook his head, mocking me. Without debate he picked up the corpse easily. He ran to the fire, threw in the corpse, and made his way back over to me. Grabbing my hand, he kept walking away from the rest of the group. What was he up to?
He stopped us near the tree line and turned me to face him.
"Marko? –" I began, but was quickly silenced by his other hand over my mouth.
"Sam…" he started awkwardly, "given different circumstances, would you have picked that Frog, Alan?" What? Where the heck did that come from? Man, he sounded distressed! I used my free hand to move the one he had used to cover my mouth away.
"Are you worried?" I asked in disbelief. His expression turned sour, but I quickly continued. "No, I wouldn't have picked Alan. Not under these circumstances or any others." I tightened my grip on his hand. I didn't know how he was going to react. His face was a blank canvas for a moment and I couldn't hear his thoughts. "Marko? –" I began, but was once again cut off. This time it was different- instead of his hand I was welcomed with a kiss. He broke away quickly and kissed my forehead instead.
"I'm glad." He said.
"Good." I agreed, smiling. "Mr. Possessive can relax for a minute." He chuckled and pulled me into his embrace.
"How gross!" Paul exclaimed as he ran up to us.
"Yes." David nodded. "This isn't the time for that, Marko." Wow, how many times has he said that? Without another word Marko kissed me lightly once again and guided me over to the ocean.
"Better clean up." He said, addressing his bloody shirt and my stained hands. Nodding in agreement I washed off my hands, arms, and face in the cold water. Turning, I saw Marko toss his wife beater into the fire.
"What are you doing that for?" I questioned. He turned my way, flexed his arms, shrugged his shoulders and walked over to me. Did I mention that he was without his colorful jacket? Yep…shirtless…attractive…Marko. Looking away I stood up.
"What's wrong?" Marko asked.
"Nothing." I said quickly, walking back the way we came. I didn't want him to catch me staring…or blushing. Why give him a reason to taunt me? I saw the guys in the distance waiting, and tried to hurry over to them.
"There's no need to rush, Sammy." Marko called out. Before I had the time to turn around I was up in the air and over Marko's shoulder. I quickly got to meet Marko's shirtless back, but didn't cry out in complaint. He held me there with one hand and in the other he was carrying his jacket. I hate to say this, but I didn't have the greatest view – if you know what I mean. From that I heard Marko chuckle.
'Maybe I should wear a shirt less often if that is the response that I'm going to get, Sammy.'
'W-what do you mean?' I asked.
'Shirtless…attractive…Marko.' He said triumphantly. 'And to be honest, I'd like to catch you staring, blushing, drooling…'
'Shut up!' I said, embarrassed. I was bound to be bright red. It's a good thing he couldn't see my face. He chuckled once more and continued walking. When we reached the bikes he put me down on the ground, but he wouldn't let me out of his hold. He crushed me to him in a bear hug, and man, could I feel the muscles. I felt him grin and I tried to step back. He wasn't having any of that, and pulled me even closer. He's enjoying this too much.
'Come on, we need to go.' I said, attempting to step back again.
'Relax. I find it funny seeing you squirm, which you shouldn't be. Come on, it's not like we aren't together.' He said lightly. Reluctantly he let me go and put his jacket on. Signaling for me to get on his bike, I did, as did the others to their rides, and we whipped down the boardwalk.
'What do you think is going to happen, Marko?' I asked, gripping his waist tighter. The wind was whipping our hair wildly, and I closed my eyes, putting my head on his back.
'I don't know.' Was all he said. He put one of his hands over mine and continued to drive.
The bluff was unnaturally eerie as we slowed to a stop. I was reluctant to get off of the bike, but Marko tugged at my hand and soon I gave in. He wrapped an arm around me and we cautiously made out way down the stairs to the cave, followed closely by the guys.
"I don't smell anything." Dwayne said calmly. I didn't smell anything either, which relieved me.
The cave was dark when we entered, but Dwayne and Paul grabbed and lighted some torches then lit up the fire barrels. Marko let go of my shoulder as much as I hated it and went to scout the area with David. As the area was lighted I scanned the room with my eyes. Nothing was out of the ordinary, and then I came to the Jim Morrison mural. Part of it was pulled back, barely, revealing the way down the secret tunnel. It was dark, too dark back there. In the midst of it all my eyes traveled up. From the dark depths I saw two smoldering red eyes, and before anything could stop me, I screamed my heart out.
'Samantha, finally the time has come.' Darcy. Before I could blink, his arm shot out and latched onto my own, pulling me towards the tunnel.
Uh oh. I shouldn't have let Marko go so easily.
I would love to continue this chapter, but it seems like it would take forever to read and to write. So, I will update quickly - for the sake of Sam and for you guys. Let me know what you think -especially when it comes to Marko vs Alan. I love feedback (and reviews!) haha. Much love, Crimsonsky132