Since I haven't had a lot of time to write, I decided to break the chapter 8 in two parts so you all wouldn't have to wait that much. Stay tuned, I'll post the next part soon, hopefully it will be 100 times more exciting than part 1. Sorry again.

Chapter 8 – Halloween (PART 1)

She parked her Peugeot 107, colored in purple, after working all day, by the side walk. She looked to the windows of her apartment: all off, maybe he was sleeping, or maybe he just didn't sleep at home last night.

Following the every working day routine, she got out of the car, carrying her heavy bag filled with her non-working clothing (yes, she was so exhausted she didn't even trade her nursing outfit for her regular clothes.) and very expensive looking shoes, her wallet and cellphone, opened the building's door, and climbed the four flights of stairs, two floors, after leaving a 24 hour working day in the O.R.

When she arrived home, she took her shoes off and left her bag in her bed.

"Billy?"

No answer.

"Hey, dumb ass!" She yelled.

She heard him getting up and opening his bedroom door.

"What?"

"I was trying to see if you were home. Were you asleep?"

"No, I was skydiving with my pet unicorn." He joined her in the kitchen, dressed in a sportive shirt and comfortable shorts.

"Let me guess. Your one night stand just left?"

"I have no one night stands…" He took a silent three seconds. "Or I won't, in ten seconds when the walk of shame starts."

They both counted ten seconds, looking to the stairs that led to Billy's room. A girl appeared, gorgeous, but not very smart looking (and she clearly wasn't); she was holding her shoes and bag, her dress was all crinkled and her hair messy. And so did the walk of shame begin. 19 steps to get to the floor they were both at, a not so willing goodbye (she just wished she could disappear and not pass by them), and 15 more steps, open door, get out and close door. The walk of shame would continue until that girl got to her car, or her house, but Billy and Marie couldn't watch it anymore.

"What was her name?"

"I have no idea." He admitted.

"Oh Billy, what have you become? I'm so glad that I know you since I was a toddler and therefore know better than to have sex with you."

"Funny. I wouldn't do that to you, silly. You are a keeper. But only the smart ones can see it, like me."

"Can you make me some breakfast while I change to my pajama?"

"Sure, babe. Hey, by the way, you had a message when I got home. Matthew called, guess he didn't see you at the hospital."

"Oh yeah?" She said, not impressed, changing her clothing in her bedroom, trading her work outfit for a nice comfy and warm pajama.

"He just doesn't give up, does he?"

"Guess not."

"Have you actually said no to him?"

"I said 'I can't Matthew, this isn't a really good time right now'."

"That's the same as saying 'maybe next month, keep trying sugar". Why can't you just say 'no' and disappoint the man?"

"I don't know, I must have issues."

"Must? You have them, dear, for sure."

She then appeared in front of him, ignoring what he just said because she knew he was kidding, and Billy smiled: curly hair falling on her back, glasses, no make-up, wearing her favorite pajama – that seemed to be very warm and comfortable – and, on her feet, her favorite slippers shaped like a moose's head.

Billy gave her a mug filled with hot chocolate milk, she took a sip and then grabbed a vanilla muffin she had made two nights ago.

"Hey; Dr. Morgan invited me for a Halloween party he is having at his 'glorious mansion'" And as she said those two last words, Billy contained a small laugher. "Do you want to come?"

"What? Get all dressed up and have lots of fun holding a fancy drink and eating small samples of food? There's nothing better in the whole world." He was obviously using sarcasm. "I can't, Marie, I'm working at the bar that night. But we can meet back at the house and watch The Corpse Bride while we eat 5 pounds of candy."

"And so we shall, Billy."

As she took the mug to her mouth to take another sip, the doorbell rang. Billy walked to the door:

"She must have forgotten something." Said Billy, referring to the girl that he slept with that night: who else would it be at that hour?

Marie took a big sip of her drink, letting it warm up her insides: such a nice feeling that was. Billy grabbed the door handle and twisted it, after unlocking the door, opening the entrance to their apartment. He was not prepared for the image his eyes captured standing right in front of him. He did not know what to do. He had no freaking idea.

Marie heard the door opening, but didn't hear any voice. She stood up on her feet, leaving the comfortable kitchen chair and walking towards he door as she pronounced "Who is it Billy?" She didn't gave her best friend time to answer, her eyes let the world send the visual stimulus, the information was quickly processed in her brain, a matter of nano seconds, and created the mental image of what she was seeing – in short words, she saw the answer with her own eyes.

Brown, straight, fabulous hair. Eyes that had no defined color and all the colors at the same time, in a mix of mist and mystery letting the world know of a very complex past and a very amazing yet to be discovered future, letting the world know behind those colors was a soul «painted like the wings of butterflies» where fairy tales of yesterday grew but never died. The most incredible desired and pink lips, reminding how innocent but dangerous love can be, lips that, with only one kiss, can make you forget of everything. The perfect bone structure: the perfect jaw line and forehead, the perfect nose.

The healthiest looking body, muscles everywhere; 6'4''; strong and straight posture, like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders but was used to it and had learned to try to live his life without letting that burden get in the way, yet still wished things could be different.

Plaid shirt, leather jacket, boots and jeans: the usual look. His puppy eyes showed the apologies he wanted to speak and an "I miss you" left to say.

"Well… This is my cue to leave." Said Billy, leaving towards the kitchen, giving them some privacy but not too much. He'd leave in a couple hours anyway and then they'd have all the privacy in the world

"Are those moose shaped slippers? And Christmas themed pajamas?" Said the man in front of her, with the most gorgeous smile on her face.

She smiled:

"Shush." A sight left her chest and she launched herself in a hug he offered, hiding her face between his shoulder and neck.

Marie served a cup of freshly made coffee to the man sitting in the living room. She sat next to him, with a smile on her face. She wanted to ask how it all went, but she knew he would keep the truth as a secret… It would take a while until Sam trusted her enough to tell her. I mean, it wasn't a matter of trust: he trusted her enough; he just didn't want to scare her away – even although he was the one who went away.

"Did you have fun on your trip?" She asked.

"Yes, the usual amount of fun."

"What the hell did you do for almost three weeks, always on the road?"

«I killed three vampires, a pagan god and exorcised two people» was what he wanted to say: be able to speak nothing but the truth and not be seen as a lunatic, saying what he actually did those weeks without making people run away; having someone, besides his brother, at the end of the day, waiting to hear news from him and actually listen and try to understand what he felt that hunting trip and what he wanted, deep down, for his future – finish college, settle down, have a family and a dog, a nice house in the suburbs.

"Visiting some historical places in the country, visiting family – or what we have that is close to it. Making memories."

"Seems nice: nothing tying you down to a place, no orders to follow, just drive and have fun."

"It's not as fun as it seems."

"How so?"

"Well, when you meet someone, it's hard to actually have something to call a relationship." She tried to smile, but couldn't: that was not fun, indeed. "Always being on the road as its perks, like everything in the world, but… there's always disadvantages."

"Maybe you should just focus on the good thing in life." She said, holding her head with her hand, her elbow on her knee, as if her neck was tired of supporting all its weight, always looking directly at Sam.

"Maybe I should" said Sam with an immediate smile appearing on his lips. She grabbed her hand and kept it inside that warm cocoon his left hand made around her right one. He leaned in and felt the warm of her breath; he stayed there for a few seconds, being provocative and then finally kissed her, gently, trying to contain how much he missed her and the passion burning inside of him trying to consume his patience.

She smiled when their lips departed.

"So, why are you on your pajamas?"

"I just got home, I was on my way to bed… Like to join me?"

"You, me, bed? Most definitely."

"For sleep, baby, I'm dead tired."

"Same answer." He said, taking off his shoes and leaving them in the living room, along with his jacket. He climbed to bed with her, wearing his t-shirt and boxers, and they both slept on each other's arms for the next four hours.

She woke up after a well-deserved nap, rested and refreshed; but she woke up alone. Marie then felt the smell of eggs, bacon, sausages and toasts. She got up and walked to the kitchen. It was almost 2pm. Sam was only wearing his boxers and that tight white t-shirt, cooking breakfast after lunch time. She smiled and walked to the kitchen, then leaned on the wall, crossed her eyes and just stared at him. He was there, again, finally. Just as he turned off the stove, she grabbed him by the harm and pulled him, making Sam turn around and face her. She kissed him and he took only a fraction of a second to understand what she was doing. He lifted her up, with one hand on the back of her head and the other harm wrapped around her waist. He sat her on the kitchen table and took most of her clothing off. After a few minutes, maybe two, they would be naked, and 30 minutes later they would be eating cold eggs and bacon, standing up, next to the kitchen counter.