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My bad for not updating more often but I had some serious writer's block. Also thanks for all the reviews I'm hoping to get more but I won't hold it against you. Now open your mind because I am shooting in the dark when I wrote this. Usually I read the last chapter and then write but now I'm gonna wing it. If you actually read the last chapter this is in Samuel's POV, I thought his story deserved it.

Samuel's POV

I woke up breathing hard and screaming. I hate my life, every night it's the same thing. God it hurts so much. I put up a front. I manipulate, I judge, I kill, I scar and maim people. Nothing makes me feel no compassion. I want to be a monster. I want to feel nothing. I just for the life of me can't. My best friend, my brother knows nothing about me. He believes I'm helping him get his girlfriend back. That's just a cover. I'm getting my revenge and nothing will stop me. I have to get out of here.

I grabbed my coat and jumped out my window. I landed on the balls of my feet. I put on the coat and I don't know why. It was a reflex I guess. My m- she taught me better. I loved her and it hurt. Before I knew it I was in a graveyard. I was staring at the onyx marbled tombstone. I looked at myself in the reflection made by the gentle moonlight. I barely had time to curl up before sobs racked me. Riley had made it for me. He had said we all needed closure from our past lives.

That thought made the anger come back. I loved it. Anger didn't hurt it made you feel good. It exhilarated. Anger said break something, everything else can take the pain. It said, let somebody else feel your pain and you'll be happy. Anger said if you kill that child those parents will lift some of your pain. It said lashing out isn't wrong, if it is then so is getting a psychiatrist. It whispers beautiful words. It tells you that lashing out is your pain pill, your vodka, your meth. It makes your pain go away. It makes you welcome violence. It seduces you with anger. With empty promises that will bury you under consequences and hurt when the anger fades.

FLASHBACK

I had just carried the groceries in. My mom kissed my forehead in thanks. She worked late so she needed to shop late. My crap abusive dad or donor left us. We were on top of the world but no matter how many presents we got I still felt dirty. Like I was accepting bribery. I hated him but we needed him.

My mom finally had had enough when he burned me. Now we lived in this rundown place but it felt like a welcoming home. Every time a bill came and she couldn't pay my mom looked at my scarred face and she became superwoman. When she looked at my burned eye the reason we lived here she found a way to get us by. She worked so much overtime that last year we were in the Bahamas all summer.

I'm sixteen and I have a heart shaped scar across my left eye. My drunken donor said he loved me then he held the metal cookie cutter by tongs over the fire, held me down and branded me. Being rich he got away with it. My mom never looked back after the day she came home and found me crying in the corner of the living room. My donor was passed out on the couch.

It was my birthday today and we were going to enjoy it. Let's just say I passed out on the couch watching movies and laughing with my mom. Best birthday ever. I don't know how especially being a huge sixteen well seventeen year old how I woke up in my bed. I'm okay with it I just want to know how. There was a crash downstairs then a scream.

"Mom" I yelled and I ran downstairs. She was being held by the neck while my donor kissed her neck. I launched myself at him knocking him to the floor. When I was punching him my hands hurt but I didn't stop. When I moved I ran over to her slumped on the floor. I looked and she had blood all on her neck. She might still be alive. I went to the counter when I turned with a dry towel in hand my donor was hovering over her. He reached to her neck. "Dad no, please." My voice cracked. He licked his bloody fingers.

He turned. That's when I saw his face, he had curly blonde hair and his eyes were a mix of gold and red. His lips were covered with blood. Her blood. "I'm not your daddy boy" He said with a thick southern drawl. I got up and grabbed a knife from the counter.

"You want to fight you bastard!" I screamed.

He laughed and when I blinked he was gone. I sighed. "Boo!" I jumped out of my skin. He grabbed me in a steel tight grip and stared at me.

"Let me go" Then he lifted me effortlessly. "What are you?"

He put his lips to my neck and whispered "Vampire" He chuckled darkly then he sank his teeth into my skin. I screamed in agony. It burned so bad. I felt my blood draining. I closed my eyes and welcomed death. He dropped me not realizing I was alive. I peaked at him not wanting him to know I was alive.

"Samuel, are you okay?"The sweetest voice ever entered my mind. Alice, oh shit. My girlfriend was at the door. Fuck my life she wouldn't die because of me.

"Alice, go the fuck away!" I yelled at the door. The bastard made no move he just watched me curiously.

"What is happening in there Samuel?" She asked. I could hear the tears.

Getting up I opened the door. I slid past the guy."What do you want?"

"I heard you scream Sammy. I'm here for your birthday" She was using my nickname.

"Alice I have something to tell you." This was going to be bad.

"What happened, are you okay?" She looked so afraid for me that it made my heart ache.

"I cheated on you." I waited for it.

"You what?" She was tearing up.

"You heard me, it's my birthday present. I would've told you sooner but I really didn't care. So go away so I can enjoy myself."

"You bastard!" She slapped me, hard. It almost made me cry. But this was for her own good. I knew it was. She ran to the taxi she had waiting. I bet she had a beautiful night planned. Now she was leaving me.

I couldn't stand anymore. I sank to the floor against the wall slamming the door. I pulled her picture out of my wallet. It was stained. I realized it was from my tears. Why me? Was there no god? Yes, I knew there wasn't one, what sick bastard would do this to me.

"That was cold even for me." I hated his accent right now. "Well I have to go." He snatched the picture out of my hand. "She smelled nice. I think I'll pay her a visit." He said with a vicious smile.

I grabbed him. "No you can't, please" I cried out as he broke my arm. It healed instantly. "You bastard, you took everything, just kill me."

"If you wish" Then before my eyes he burned it all down every memory of my mother. I hated him. When he was leaving he stared at me. The blood lust seemed to be gone because he looked regretful. He lowered his head and went to my mom. Then the monster said a prayer, put a dog tag in her hand and disappeared into the night. "I'm sorry" It was so quiet I didn't think I heard right. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes.

I welcomed death. Nothing was left. My sweet Alice, gone. The house burned down to mere ashes. The home I loved. When the floor sank into the basement realization hit me. My mom was hurt and I was crying from a burn. I've been burned before. I stood up ignoring the burning opening my eyes. And I went for my mom. I looked for her in the ashes. When I found her I held her hand. She was dead. Wait he said vampire that means she should be one now. Right?

"Mommy wake up" I checked her pulse but there was none. She was a vampire there shouldn't be one...Right? She's all I had left.

I would wait for her to wake up. So I sat there. The sun came up and I sat there. My body burned and I sat there. The fire department came and I sat there. It was night and I sat there. The site was cleaned and I sat there. It was a construction site and I sat there. My burning stopped and I sat there. The site was abandoned and I sat there. The sun seemed to dull and I sat there. I read the dog tags and I sat there. She never moved and I sat there. She seemed to age while I sat there. My throat burned but I sat there.

Then it finally hit me. They were gone. My only harbor in this sick world was gone. I don't know how long I sat there screaming at the top of my lungs. That bastard did it, he really did it. I screamed and screamed. Then I saw Riley.

He told me he'd help me and I was a vampire. He took me to a place with vampires. I didn't talk. I sat there. Plotting. I hate my life. I sat in my room. The room he made me. When they all hunted, I sat there. When the smell burned my throat, I sat there. When Riley knocked, I sat there. When they feared coming by my room, I sat there. When they decided somebody had created a serial killer vampire, I sat there. On Halloween they used my room to scare just made newborns, I sat there. When they thought I was mute, I sat there. When Riley came to reinforce the chair with steel, I sat there.

One Year And A Half Later

When someone mentioned a war, I sat there. When they mentioned the Cullens, I sat there. When they mentioned the great soldier Jasper Whitlock, I twitched. When they said Jasper Hale was going to fight us, I shot out my seat and destroyed the room.

"The fuck is going on here?" I shouted when I found the main room. "Who the hell said his name? Who?" Everybody stared at me like I was crazy. Nobody moved a muscle. It was like I would disappear if they made a sound. Like a scientist seeing Bigfoot.

"Oh, MY GOD EVERYBODY, Elar said something!"Some vampire yelled.

"Elar?" I asked.

"Elar as in L-R, for Living Rock." Riley said.

"I don't care!" In a mirror in the back I looked like a vampire "Who the hell knows about Jasper Whitlock?" Half the room raised their hands.

"Before we get into that, who are you Elar?"Riley asked.

"Samuel McGumarie" I was confused.

"You might not know this but you've been in that spot for a year and a half. Let's just say I'm not complaining. I like this place. They don't mess it up because whoever destroys it has to wake up the psycho upstairs so we can move to a new place." He laughed. I didn't find this funny.

He saw my grimace and stopped laughing. "Well Samuel you must be hungry"

"I want answers."I growled.

"How do you know Jasper Whitlock?"He asked suspiciously.

"He killed my compassion." I whispered.

"Well you might be of use to me. Let me fill you in."We went to his office.

FLASHBACK END

That's the day my soul finally came back to me. I was comatose for a year and a half and I was going to get my revenge on Jasper Whitlock. I hear he has a wife now. Let's see if I can make him feel my pain. The sweet caress of revenge. He took everything from me, he would pay. I finally noticed where I was. I sat in the place of my old home. One day I will avenge my mother and my love. One day that will come so soon. I can taste it.