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It was taking Dwayne way too long to find out, in Sam's view. Everyone else had guessed almost instantly, and without having the pleasure of watching Sam hunt. But seriously, what was taking so damn long? It was so painfully obvious. Sam watched as Dwayne slowly started to lose his patience; something Sam had counted on.

But he was proving to be more tolerant than the rest, and Sam gritted his teeth in frustration. He liked Dwayne way too much.

But actually Dwayne proved to be an impatient person, as it only took a week of looking for him to give up.

"So how's your search going?" Dwayne clenched his jaw and grabbed Sam's arm, pulling him away from the crowd of people to a secluded alley.

"Hey! What's your problem?" Sam wouldn't let his emotions show, but inside he was scared that Dwayne had him pinned against a wall. He was a vampire; he could have killed Sam a long time ago. And now Dwayne was showing it.

"What's your problem?" he retorted.

"Me?"

"Yes, you," he snarled. "Are you a werewolf, Sam?"

"What?" Sam asked, taken aback. Dwayne had been told many times how dangerous and unpredictable werewolves were. As much as Dwayne would not want to kill Sam, that's what it would come down to if he tried anything.

"No, I'm not a friggin' werewolf! Disgusting," he spat. Dwayne relaxed his muscles and lowered Sam to his feet, releasing the hand around his throat. It was almost offensive that Dwayne would even think Sam was a werewolf; they were hairy and disgusting. At least that's what Sam had grown up hearing.

"Then tell me what you are."

"You're giving up that easily, huh? Wow. And I thought you were different." Something flashed in Dwayne's eyes and he backed Sam into the wall again.

"Who says that?"

"Um, you just did," Sam said angrily, squinting his eyes.

"What's the big secret? I'm a vampire! I should want to kill you right now if you were human! I should be ignoring you if you were another vampire! I can tell you don't want me to get close to you. Tell me if you want me to leave. Because if it's that much of a secret I will."

"If I tell you, you'll go away?" Dwayne stared at him, his dark brown eyes at the brink of turning color. Sam cowered into the wall, feeling truly frightened. But…he didn't want Dwayne to leave him alone, though he would never admit it out loud. "No…" he said slowly. "No you won't."

There wasn't really anything romantic about it; at least Sam didn't think so or even want it to be. But nonetheless Dwayne closed the gap between them, pressing his mouth to Sam's in a tender kiss.

Sam's eyes widened in shock, while Dwayne's closed in contentment. Sam's blinking slowed and eventually he let his eyelids slip shut, melting into the kiss.

At the end of the alley Marko and Paul stumbled past, stopping at the sight of them. Paul's mouth hung open and Marko pushed him along, snickering. Dwayne didn't even notice that they were ever there.

"My mom was a…a," he tried to say as they broke off, but Dwayne just moved to other places while Sam talked. "She was a vampire, and my dad was a werewolf. He was a huge jerk and left before I was born. That's—" He gasped when Dwayne's tongue darted out above Sam's collar bone.

"Am I distracting you?"

"She brought me up to absolutely hate them because of that." Dwayne hummed his understanding into Sam's skin, drawing circles on his hips.

"Is that it?" Dwayne asked, looking back up to see Sam's expression.

No, Sam thought to himself. "Yeah."

"Okay. Sorry to say, but I don't have any dark secrets," he lowered his voice to a whisper at the last part.

"Good. You don't want any." Sam breathed in both relief and slight frustration. What he just said wasn't the whole truth, and it would slip soon, because after he said it Dwayne would walk away like everyone else had when they found out. But that's why he told them it; he wanted them to leave. Didn't he want that still? Fuck this is confusing…

He shook away his thoughts and forced a smile. Dwayne smiled too.

The few days that followed Dwayne didn't think he could feel any more accomplished. He was beaming 24/7, and Marko and Paul giggled knowingly on the sidelines. "What's wrong with you?" David asked him, annoyed at his sudden cheerfulness.

"Absolutely nothing."

"Well, stop it," he said sternly.

"David," Marko breathed with wide eyes, leaning over his shoulder. "Look at him," he said in a low voice so Dwayne or Paul didn't over-hear. "He's in love."

David watched him for a second and agreed completely with Marko. "Oh shit."

"What? It's funny."

"No, it's scary." Scary it was; David had seen what happened when a vampire got too close to someone. First they would behave completely abnormal and odd, and they would change themselves to please their new mate. Then they would go to the ends of the Earth for them, even if it meant ditching their friends and family. Last, somewhere down the line, something would happen to their mate or they would leave, and Dwayne would end up getting himself killed.

It sounded dramatic, but that's exactly what happened to one of David's friends a few decades ago. He did not want a repeat. "Stop being such a hard head," Marko teased, resting his chin on David's shoulder as he watched Dwayne, Paul, and Laddie goof off.

"If I wasn't Paul would have gotten himself killed almost instantaneously, Dwayne would have slaughtered the whole town, and you—" He stopped and smirked. "Actually, nothing would have changed for you."

"Ha ha." David grinned and moved, resting his arm around Marko's shoulders. Marko leaned into him casually, something that was a huge no-no where David in any less of a mood.

"So who's got your smile, Dwayne? I'd like to meet this special someone." He raised his eyebrows once at the word 'special.' Inside Dwayne's smile disappeared.

"Why?" he asked suspiciously. Paul laughed and slapped a hand on his shoulder.

"Because we just wanna meet him. Relax, bud."

"I'm not sure, David."

"Why not?" David's eyes lost a little bit of their friendliness at Dwayne's resistance. David, too, was getting suspicious.

"Because," Marko interjected, "he doesn't want to scare him away!"

"It's okay, Dwayne." David's voice lost its edge after Marko's reasoning. "I get if we just aren't good enough to meet him." Marko rolled his eyes at where this was headed no matter how much he interfered. David wanted to pick a fight, and one would probably break out.

"Don't even go there. Don't guilt trip me into—"

"I'm not guilt tripping you."

"Yes, you are!"

"Christ, guys," Paul said, rolling his eyes and sitting down.

"What's wrong with me wanting privacy for once?" Dwayne asked irritably, getting more defensive by the minute. David was about to say something back when Marko cut him off.

"Guys," he laughed, "it's no big deal. No need to get all defensive." His dark blue eyes looked up to see David, who visibly relaxed at his words, a threatening smile plastered on his pale face.

"Yeah; no big deal. You don't want to introduce us? That's fine," he said lightly, slowly pulling away from Marko and seating himself on his wheelchair. He pulled out a cigarette and began to light it, while the others watched him curiously. Dwayne licked his dry lips and proceeded to leave the cave.

Just as he took a step up the slope, he could hear David's low voice. Whether he was talking to him or not, he wasn't sure. "I guess I have to do everything myself around here," he sighed quietly, causing Dwayne's pace to quicken.

Him meet Sam? Not a chance! David would either want to kill Sam, or make him some kind of messenger slash slave for him to boss around. Or a guard dog for the day time. It didn't matter what David would do; he was not meeting Sam. Not in a fucking million years.

Dwayne got to the boardwalk just before it closed, finding Sam hanging out around a cotton candy stand. Noticing Dwayne there, he smiled, a little confused. "What made you come here now?" Sam took a bit of his cotton candy, still smiling.

"You can't meet my friends," he said bluntly, getting straight to the point. Sam laughed, dimples forming on his cheeks.

"Okay!"

"I mean it," he said seriously.

"And…what brought this on?" he asked curiously.

"Nothing, just, don't purposely go up to my friends."

"I don't know who your friends are," Sam pointed out. Yeah, that was true, Dwayne thought.

"I guess that's settled then," he said abruptly, confusing himself as to why he even went to warn Sam if he didn't even know who to look out for. Sam rolled his eyes, taking another bite of his food.

"Want some?" he offered, holding it out.

"I prefer alcohol over sugar."

"Hm," Sam hummed. "You don't know what you're missing out on."

"Hey!" the concession guy shouted at them. "Get your asses off the boardwalk so I can close! I was supposed to an hour ago," he complained, pointing a fat finger at them. Sam tossed the remainder of the sweet into the nearest trash can, grabbing Dwayne's hand and pulling him along.

"Come on. There's something I have to show you," he said eagerly. Dwayne grinned broadly.

"Oh, is it what I think it is?" he flirted, earning a playful shove.

"You pervert!" Sam practically skipped off the boardwalk, twirling a few times.

"Where are we going?"

"It's no fun if you know!" There was something that made Dwayne uncertain about going with Sam, but he didn't know what. He crept along so slow he might as well have stopped. Sam noticed this and spun around, still hyper and smiling childishly. "Oh, don't be such a wuss."

"I…"

"Do you have to be somewhere?" Sam asked.

"Well, no…"

"Then come on. Don't tell me you're scared." Dwayne scoffed at the idea. He was never scared. Sam started walking again, if 'walking' was the right term. More like leaping and gliding over the ground people walked on. And Dwayne had no idea where they were going. At first he thought Sam was going to just roam over to random places with the pace he was going at, but eventually they ended up on the beach.

"Do you see that way over there?" Sam asked, standing on his toes and pointing out over the water into the distance. Dwayne squinted and strained his eyes to see that far, not really seeing much.

"No."

"Ugh, how disappointing." He lowered himself back down onto his heels. "I guess we'll have to get closer."

Closer to what? Dwayne thought.

"Um, what exactly am I looking for?"

"I don't know. Anything, I guess. I don't know how you can't see it, though."

"See what?"

"Oh my god, look again!" Dwayne strained even harder, still seeing nothing but fog over the water. "That's where I live."

"I…don't see anything."

"Well, maybe the blind vampire has to drag his ass over there to see," Sam teased, but was serious about Dwayne having to get closer.

"You want to show me where you live," Dwayne clarified, shocked. Sam nodded casually. "Where you live live?"

"Uh…yeah..." Dwayne let out a deep breath.

This ought to be interesting…

Oh my gosh, dears, I'm sorry for the lack of updates and length in chapters! It's almost humiliating I can't make more than 2,000 words lately…

I hope this chapter was good, though. At first I thought this was going to be around two or three chapters, but now I think it's going to become a full story. Or at least long than five chapters.

I hope this one pleased you all! Reviews are love:D