Going Home

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I don't know if this chapter will be as good. Let know what you think I might do to add to it.

Sabrina

Chapter 2

Explanations

"King," she said softly, dropping the glass in her hand. It shattered everywhere.

"Jesus," he said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean… Wow," he said looking at her with a smile. "I never thought that I would ever see you again.

Samaira just glared; rolling her eyes at him. He had never been able to keep 1 train of thought for more than 10 seconds. "8 fucking years!" She was pissed; relieved he was okay, but now pissed at him.

"Baby," he pouted with those eyes she had never been able to refuse. "Please, let me help you clean up this mess, then, I will explain," he said while leaning casually against the doorframe. "God, you are looking… wow."

She was bent over picking up the tiny slivers of glass. "King, you are so fucking unbelievable, and, I don't mean that in a good way."

He smirked at what she had called him. He remembered the night they had met. She proclaimed for as long as she knew him that she would never use such a horrid name as Hannibal. "Ah, if you only know the reason that I have been away."

"I already know the fucking reason," she blurted out. "Mike, the bartender at Mulligan's, saw you leave through the back way with some skank."

"I didn't," he stopped caressing his beard in deep thought. "Well, technically, I did leave with her, but you don't understand," he whined.

She stood dumping the glass in the trash can that sat outside the door ready to be taken to the curb. "Well, you left me, found something better, I get it. It was a long time ago. Im over it. Its nice to know that you are alive," she said ready to close the door in his face.

"Wait," he said stopping the door with his arm. "I need to do this, at least explain to you what happened. Im not asking for you to forgive me, take me back or whatever. I just want to explain my side of the story. Please, pretty-pretty please," he begged in a childlike sing-song tone.

"Jesus, King," she said. "If its that important to you," she said. She moved aside letting him into the small house. "You have 10 minutes. I have to start getting ready to go…"

"Go where?" he asked looking at her as he moved inside the doorway. He looked around the hallway. No pictures of him or any other guy. "Good sign," he thought pensively.

"I have dinner plans," she shrugged casually. "No big deal, but I can't be late."

"With a man friend, business or friends?" he asked trying to sound as if it didn't matter.

"It's a business dinner," she said walking into the living room and sitting on a chair.

He sighed almost relieved. He smiled looking at the chair that she sat in. "You still have that old thing?" he asked.

"I just couldn't bare to part with it," she admitted openly. "It was the first thing that we picked out for our apartment."

"I remember breaking it in," King said thinking. The biggest grin came across his face. "I missed you so much. You still dance?" he asked. "Judging by your physique, I would say, yes."

"Yes, I do," she said. She couldn't help but laugh at him. He hadn't changed a bit that she could see. And he had always had a way of making her laugh, no matter how pissed or upset she was.

"Well, you may be interested to know that I finally took your advice when it came to working out," he said. "No more beer belly," he pulled up his shirt with a proud grin spread across his face.

"I can see," she smiled. "Very nice," she said. "So, I thought you came here to explain what happened?" she asked. "Time is ticking away," Sam looked at her watch.

"Ah yes," he said. "But I also want to know what has been going on with you. You know, married, single, divorced, dating?" he asked.

"That is really not your concern," she said. "You came to explain, so explain," she was getting anxious and wanted him out of her house. She had resolved to give him so much shit if she had seen him again, but now that he was actually there, she couldn't do it. She hoped that he had a reasonable explanation. She needed to know for sure that she had not done anything wrong to push him away.

"Okay," he said. He sat down on the couch across from her. He cleared his throat. "You, uh, have any water or anything?" he asked stalling. He still hadn't been sure of how to explain the whole thing. "My throat seems to be closing up on me."

"Suck it up and spit out the damn story," Samaira said.

"Damn girl," Hannibal said. "When did you ever become such a potty mouth? It's a good fit for you, very sexy."

Samaira rolled hers. Hannibal took the hint. She was good with the silent signals. "I, uh," he began. He relayed the story about that night in the bar to her.

"So you found this chick and had the hots for her," she shrugged. "She mesmerized you," she said, "you told me that I mesmerized you, so why should this make things any better?"

"No, no, no," King exclaimed. "that's not what I mean," he sighed frustrated. This was more difficult to explain than he had expected. "Look, Im about to say something that you probably won't believe. I didn't believe it either, but its true. She didn't just mesmerize me," he explained. "She had powers, like, she could hypnotize people. She wasn't human, Sam. She was a vampire," he said almost barely squeaking out that final word. He looked up at her to see her reaction.

She laughed, "a vampire?" she asked. "You have to be fucking kidding me," she said getting mad. "You come here telling me stories. What? You don't think that you have messed with me enough already?" she asked.

"No," he said getting angry himself. "You don't understand. I am telling the truth. I wouldn't make up shit like that," he almost yelled. "I will prove it to you, just, give me a chance," he said practically begging.

"Get the hell out of my…" she started to say getting up.

A tiny figure walked into room, sniffling. "mommy," a little voice said. "I heard yelling."

Hannibal King looked at the girl in the darkened doorway. Her face was not fully exposed, but he could see that she was an older child. He froze as his mind wandered back to their last phone conversation. She had stated that she had something important to tell him. He looked at her straining to get a better glimpse, to see if she resembled him in anyway.

"Its okay," Sam said reassuringly. "Mommy and her friend are just talking. Go back to bed, Hannah."

King's eyes widened at the familiarity between his name and hers.