Lenore and Sam
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Sam gently laid Lenore down on the motel room bed. She winced, her cuts stinging just a little more.
"Sorry," he whispered, pushing the hair out of her face. He had to patch her up.
"It's okay," she replied, hoarsely.
He quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed their first aid supplies. Coming out, he sat next to her on the bed.
Sam put some soap on the slightly damp washcloth and cleaned off her face before drying it. Gently, he applied antibiotic and bandaged her cuts.
"Thank you," she said, smiling, as she slowly sat up.
They locked eyes and for a moment Sam could see the part of her that was so like him it actually scared him. She was strong; she resisted what she really was. She fought the evil and she was resourceful. For a second, Sam could actually see himself dating her.
And then the fact that she was a vampire came back into his mind and he looked away.
She knew what he was thinking; knew that she was thinking the same thing.
And maybe in a different world, they would be together. But not this one.
And, unfortunately, they knew it.