TITLE: Scar
AUTHOR: Sanguinary
COPYRIGHT: June 14, 2002
DISTRIBUTION: Want? Ask. Sam'll get you if you don't.
RATING: PG 13
CATEGORY: Horror, Vampires, some slashy subtext
SERIES: Barren
SPOILERS: Two Towers
DISCLAIMER: Sam, Frodo and Mordor not mine.
FEEDBACK: Want more vamp!Sam? : Sanguinary_515@hotmail.com
SUMMARY: Things change after Sam becomes a vampire, mainly in the way that Frodo treats him.

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Frodo refuses to sleep near Sam. And that hurts Sam worse than anything else could. He could
handle Frodo carrying that piece of wood around, hidden just beneath his robes. He could handle
Frodo's looks of disgust when Sam sneaks off to find something to feed off of. But he can't
stand being forced away from Frodo.

Barad Dur looms on the horizon, just a day's walk away. They were almost caught once when Sam
stopped to cook some rabbits for Frodo's dinner. But Sam heard the Men approaching and hid
both of them in a tree. When dark came, Sam snuck off and fed off of one of the guards. The
blood had left Sam stronger than before but when he returned for Frodo, he found that Frodo
refused to touch him.

Frodo had never refused to touch him before.

The two tiny marks left by Gollum on the side of Frodo's neck faded away but they left scars
in their wake. He can't look at them without wanting to sink his own teeth into Frodo's neck
and make the scars his own. Make Frodo his. But he won't. Frodo is edging away from Sam already
and Sam hasn't done a thing wrong.

He hates Gollum. But hate seems too mild a word for what he feels. Rage, all consuming loathing
for the dead creature, now just ashes. He wonders that if Frodo stakes him, if he'll turn into
ashes as well. Wonders if ashes can still feel and think. Wonders how it would feel to float on
the breeze for eternity. Wonders if he can ever make Frodo stop hating him.

Hopes that Frodo will stop hating him.

Sam lies awake during the day and watches Frodo breath while he's asleep. The gently motion of
the chest as it fills and falls. Once, when Sam woke, he caught Frodo staring at him, watching
the lack of motion in his body. Sam wishes he could be alive, just so Frodo would touch him.

The gently thumping noise of Frodo's heart is a constant reminder to Sam of what he's lost.
That he'll never feel his heart move again. That he'll never lie in the bright noon sun.
Already his tanned skin is fading paler and paler. He's almost as white as Frodo.

Frodo's dying. Sam could ignore that fact when he was alive and unable to hear and smell the
death that Frodo radiates. The Ring is killing him. And Sam knows that he can save Frodo and
keep him from dying forever. He could make Frodo just like him.

But he won't. Frodo would hate him for doing it. And Sam would hate himself for doing it. He
loves Frodo (and maybe love isn't a strong enough word for what he feels) and he wouldn't...
no, couldn't do anything to hurt him. Not ever if it might save him in the end.

So he lies alone, watching Frodo sleep on the far side of the clearing, wishing he could be
alive. Just so he could touch Frodo.

~fin~