A/N: Alrighty, so I got a review that asked to explain the reference to Dwayne and Paul having stronger feelings towards Sam's

presence in David's life, and I'm more than happy to do so. Firstly, they're the oldest of David's coven, so they've been with him

the longest. It's moved them to no end to see David finally open up and be truly happy, and even though Marko understands

that David has changed, he doesn't have that depth of whatever you want to call it that Dwayne and Paul have towards the fact

that it is Sam who has made their Sire the way he is now. They've lived with him for all of their vampiric lives, and have never

seen him this happy, and thus, they have very strong feelings towards Sam. Not to say that Marko is incapable of this wealth of

felling for her, he just doesn't have that firsthand knowledge of David's prior aloofness and unhappiness. Hope that clears

everything up!!

Sam woke to the grogginess that was becoming frighteningly familiar each morning. Her body was tense with a dull ache, which

was mixed with the excitement that accompanied the knowledge of tonight being her last stuck in a sickly body. Rising slowly,

Sam stretched languidly and winced as her joints popped and cracked in protest, then made her way into the lobby of the cave.

The Pack rose collectively and she smiled as they each came and embraced her tightly before moving away and letting her go to

David, who placed her gently on his lap. 'Are you ready?' Sam nodded and he held her tighter before standing to his feet with her

in his arms. The Pack moved to surround them; each member touching Sam's and David's shoulders before moving out into the

night to hunt. David took Sam's hand after setting her back onto her feet, then led her into a tiny alcove off to the side of the

lobby; plunging the two into darkness.



Sam stiffened as David left her standing alone in the darkness for the briefest of seconds, before pulling her into the tight circle

of his arms. "Are you ready, Sam? Eternity after this, remember." Her breath hitched as his mouth found her pulse point at the

base of her neck and gave an experimental nip. "Yeeesss" her voice came out as a hiss once his hands slipped under her skirt

and up her thighs. "Make me…make me strong again, David…please…." He smirked into the side of her neck and then bit down

hard as his fingers invaded the space between her folds; stroking and searching for the little hub of nerves that would send her

into oblivion.

Sam slumped into his arms as pure feeling washed over her body and swept away all thoughts of where pain and pleasure

began or mixed. Sensation such as none she'd ever felt before coursed through the blood she could feel leaving her body as her

brother drank greedily at her neck, while his fingers teasingly brought her closer to orgasm then backed off. A strangled mewl

escaped her purpling lips and she slumped further into his tightening embrace as his mouth pulled harder at her throat; drawing

every last drop of ruby colored liquid from her body. The darkness began seeping across her vision, and Sam could feel her heart

slowing—laboring to pump the remaining scant traces of blood through her body. David relinquished his hold on her throat, and

laid her back on a bed she hadn't known had been there. "Close your eyes sister and drink…" His voice was nothing more than a

whisper as he slit his own wrist and placed the bleeding wound to her mouth. Sam latched on with a faint growl and drank

greedily from the font of blood her brother had provided.

David threw his head back and allowed his body to be swept away at the feeling of her feeding. Never before had it been like

this. Of course, his Pack had been created from his blood in the wine bottle, but he'd still felt them turning and what not…but

not like this. Never like this. Sam's mouth was insistent as she drank deeply and hungrily; pulling his very essence into her dying

body. With a reluctant groan, David pulled his wrist away, and cradled her shuddering body to his. "David…ahhh. It—it hurts."

He smoothed back her damp hair as wave after wave of rolling pain washed over her tiny frame; causing her to arch off the bed

in agony. "Shh, sister. It'll pass…breath through it." As the pain intensified, Sam struggled to do as he instructed, and soon, the

pain began to ebb; replaced with a dull ache and a burning in her throat.

David sighed in relief, and kissed her softly on the lips. "Sleep now, love. We'll hunt tomorrow night." Sam could only nod her

head and succumb to the pull of sleep that grasped her in its tight grip. Her breath ceased, and the wrinkles around her eyes

smoothed; disappearing as if they'd never been there. David smiled and wearily kissed her brow before rising and going to his

Pack.

Dwayne caught him as he fell, and together the Pack carried him to his chair. Paul was the first to offer his wrist to his Sire who

welcomed the life rich liquid with gratitude. Each member took turns feeding their Sire, and soon it was morning. The tired group

of vampires sluggish made their way to their sleeping chambers after helping David back to Sam's side. Each smiled at the

newest and unconscious member of their Pack, and kissed her goodnight before they too passed into sleep. David had already

passed out once his body hit the mattress next to her, and side by side, they slept through the morning and the rest of Sam's

transition.