Carmen felt bad for yelling at Dean. She honestly believed every word he said; he had been visibly troubled when she told him about Olivia staying for good. She felt it in every single cell of her body that his reaction had been for real, Dean wasn't faking it or putting on a show for her. But Carmen had been deeply hurt and hadn't cared at that moment; too busy with her own confusing emotions she had let it get out of control and said those awful things to him only to regret her words now.
Dean had looked so hurt and yet he had forgiven her instantly, sensing what she was going through. Instead of giving into the fight, he was being so understanding and sweet and that had thrown her completely off track. She had to apologize to him, it was the least she could do. He was probably thinking she hated him. And what was the freakin' deal with that tramp Olivia? Although every fiber of her being didn't want to, she knew she needed to finally talk to Dean about her.
Carmen walked down the hallway, knowing exactly where she would find Dean. She opened the door and stepped into the room that Dean called his 'playroom'. She slowly crossed the room, walking to the corner where a huge pool table was standing on a platform and Dean was playing with one of the balls, lost in thought. The TV was on, but muted and Carmen couldn't help but smile when she took a look at the screen.
"Shark week?" She said quietly and Dean looked up at her, blinking a few times as if noticing her for the first time. He was a little surprised that he hadn't sensed her presence and realized he had allowed himself to get distracted. Normally, he tried to avoid that and always be on alert, just in case. It didn't matter at home though, but out on the streets he had to be on careful; danger was hiding in every corner.
Dean nodded and gave her a little smile, realizing she was talking about the TV program. Carmen stepped in front of him, taking the billard ball out of his hands and placing it back on the pool table before reaching out and taking his hands in hers.
"I'm so sorry, baby." She whispered, looking up into the green depths of his eyes."I do believe you, I just..."
"I know, sweetheart." Dean interrupted her softly and Carmen thought her heart would shatter into pieces at his words. He was so wonderful and she didn't deserve him.
"What I said...it was in the heat of the moment, I didn't mean to hurt you." She said, licking her bottom lip quickly before continuing."I know you didn't do anything, but...neither did I. I didn't cheat on you, you have to believe me."
Dean froze, his eyes turning cold as he suppressed the anger. Carmen noticed and hurried to explain."You tasted my blood, Dean. It was pure, wasn't it? I would never let anyone else feed on me." She brought one hand to his face and gently stroked his cheek."I would never hurt you like that."
Dean relaxed again and she leaned up, pressing her lips softly to his."I thought you were with someone else when you didn't come home last night." Dean voiced his thoughts, wrapping his arms around her and placing his chin on top of her head.
"No, never. I was having a hard time getting over the fact that...you know...some bitch from your past was back in your life." Carmen mumbled into his chest and Dean felt guilty again. She sensed the dark emotion and was worried about him.
"Baby, I'm so sorry you have to go through this because of my past. You must hate me." Dean closed his eyes, holding even tighter onto her, needing to feel her warmth.
He thought she hated him? "It's not your fault, Dean. I was just upset when I told you it was, but it really isn't. It's no one's fault and it doesn't matter that she's here, so don't apologize for your past." She said and felt a sharp sting in her heart at the thought. There was still so much she didn't know about his life before he met her; Dean prefered not to talk about it and the few times she had attempted to find out, he had gotten very pissed and refused to tell her anything. Carmen quickly got the hint and never tried again, because his reaction made her see that he was protecting her. Frankly, his past scared her a lot and she had decided she rather stayed in ignorance.
Dean looked down at her, feeling quite overwhelmed. Even now she was still able to accept him, not asking any questions and trusting him unconditionally. "I know I've hurt you."
"Yeah." She admitted hoarsely, her throat suddenly tight as she remembered how it felt to come home and find a strange woman in her house, hitting shamelessly on Dean."But I've hurt you just as often."
"Yeah, we're both pretty good at that, hurting each other, huh?" Dean replied bitterly.
"It would have been a lot easier if we hadn't ever met, right?" Carmen asked sadly and Dean sighed. "Yeah, I guess, but I don't want anyone but you." He added determinedly, not wanting her to doubt his feelings for a second.
"I know, honey." She smiled brightly at him, seeing the hot pure love in his eyes. For the first time in over twohundred years she knew for sure that he truly loved her. She leaned up and started to place tiny kisses along his neck, her hands wandering down his torso. Dean inhaled sharply, gripping her hips tight when she sucked lightly on the spot behind his ear.
"Dean..." She breathed hotly in his ear, her voice a seductive purr, making him weak and he had trouble focusing. "I want you to drink my blood again. Please bite me."
If that wasn't the hottest thing he had ever heard. His mate was offering herself to him, asking him to feed on her although they weren't even having sex. Dean's mind went completely blank, not one rational thought was left and the hunger took over. He reached for Carmen's hand and gently kissed her wrist before letting his fangs show, lighty putting pressure on the soft thin vein there.
A gasp escaped Carmen as she felt the sharp sting before Dean's fangs sank under her skin. She leaned her head onto his shoulder, trying to breathe evenly. Dean held her close, caressing her back while he drank from her. Then he suddenly let go of her and she looked up at him, confused and sad that he had stopped. Was there something wrong with her blood?
"Dean, what...?" She said, panic unfolding inside of her, but Dean smirked and leaned down to kiss her deeply. Carmen let out a moan when his tongue slipped into her mouth, covered in her blood and in need to feel hers. Dean's hard length was pressing against her stomach, more wetness pooled between her thighs and Carmen thought she would soon slip into unconciousness. She bit down onto his bottom lip, drawing a little blood and liking the droplets up.
Dean groaned, feeling the skin breaking and their blood mixing and he pulled her hard against his body, lust digging its claws into him. He left her mouth to kiss down her neck and then bit into the soft flesh there, chuckling when Carmen jumped slightly in his arms and dug her nails into his shoulder. Dean closed his eyes, starting to drink her sweet hot blood, letting out a growl as the heavenly liquid filled his mouth. Her blood tasted even sweeter now after the night they had spent in complete bliss and he moaned loudly, rejoicing in his conquest and proud of his possession.
Carmen started to shiver, letting out low moans as she relished in the way Dean was feeding on her. Drinking blood from her wasn't enough for him, he wanted her to enjoy it, too. And God, she did enjoy it. The way he was drawing the blood from the vein so deliciously slow and sucking hard, made her dizzy. The feeling was so good, she saw different colors when she closed her eyes and almost climaxed right there.
Carmen yelped when he broke away, his fangs slowly leaving her vein. Dean licked the punctures clean and then looked down at her, meeting her gaze. She smiled at him and leaned up, wiping the blood off of the corner of his mouth with a flick of her tongue and then licking over the tip of his pointy fangs. Dean chuckled at that and kissed her quickly on the lips.
"I love seeing you like this." She said breathlessly, smiling at him. His eyes were dark red with lust, fangs still showing, his face a little flushed and he was smiling devilishly. He took her hand, placing a kiss onto her palm, drawing a dreamy sigh from her. "Your taste is so exquisite, love. I've never tasted anything more delicious."
"I hope it'll never change." Carmen replied and Dean pulled her in and she relaxed in his embrace."It won't."
"Dean, I really don't wanna ruin this moment, but..." Carmen started, breathing in his scent before taking a step back. "Actually, I never intended to ask you because I really didn't want to know. But under the current circumstances I feel like I have no other choice."
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked, feeling a sudden cold creep up on him. He knew instantly the moment had finallly come and when Carmen spoke up again, his assumption was confirmed.
"Tell me about Olivia." Carmen said firmly, bravely meeting his gaze."Everything."
Dean's eyes changed back to their normal color, his fangs disappeared again and Carmen watched his body tense, jaw tightening and a dangerous glint appearing in his eyes.
Sam and Abby were together again, spending yet another evening with each other, but Sam couldn't relish the presence of his beautiful mate as one important thought kept plaguing his mind. He had to confess to Abby that he wasn't human, but he didn't know how.
Which was the right approach? If he waited too long it would only make things worse, but he couldn't just blurt it out, either.
How would she react? Would she see see him differently? Would she be disgusted and feel betrayed? Or maybe worse. His worst fear was that once he told her the truth he would lose her forever. He could see it right before his eyes; she would freak, get scared and leave him. Since she was his mate and her attraction to him ought to be for real he had to trust in it and believe that she wouldn't leave him.
But what if she wasn't? What if it all had been a mistake and they weren't meant to be together?
"Sam, do you hear me?" Abby's soft voice cut through his disturbing thoughts."We've been seeing each other for only a few months now and you're already tired of me?"
Sam smiled at her joke and reached across the table, placing his hand on top of hers."I'm sorry, Darling. Of course not, I could never get tired of you. I want you every minute of every single day." Abby blushed a little at his words, feeling ridiculously happy and Sam enjoyed her reaction.
"You've been so distant lately." Abby stated, voice laced with concern."Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I just have a lot on my mind, don't be mad." Sam replied, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it gently. Abby almost melted on the spot, feeling the hot touch of his lips on her skin, making her tingle all over.
"I'm not mad." She said, almost flinching, because her voice was something between a moan and a purr. Damn, he was really making it hard for her to wait like she intended to. She wanted to make sure first that he was serious about her and to see where this relationship was going before taking it to the next level with him. Abby was trying to avoid getting hurt again since she had been disappointed many times in the past. But with Sam, she prayed it would work out.
Sam was such a mysterious man, she sensed a certain undefined darkness in him, but everyone had a past and most of the time she spent wondering what his life story was. He was very open though, telling her a lot about himself and his family, especially his big brother whom he seemed to adore. She had never heard anyone talk with so much love and adoration about their siblings. He wanted to know everything about her as well and kept interrogating her; he had such a desire for her, yearning to be close to her. And he cared enough about her to take it slow, he was waiting patiently for her to make the first move. Abby loved that about him and appreciated it; he was truly an amazing man.
But at times like these, when they were alone and having a romantic dinner and he made her heart skip a beat, her defenses were growing weak rapidly. How much longer could she follow her head over her heart and resist him for? Would it be really so wrong to give in? Sam was so much different than any other man she had ever been with; she had a feeling he wouldn't hurt her. It was worth a try.
Feeling pretty confident about her decision, she smiled brightly at him. She wondered whether she would be able to seduce Sam that night because she doubted he would want to rush into it. Abby had never stayed overnight, they had never just spent a night together in all innocence. It was definitely time for the next step.
And what if she had the power in her to make him break his own rules? All excited about that challenge, Abby got up slowly and walked around the table towards Sam. "You know, this has been amazing, I had no idea you could cook."
Sam laughed heartily at her words and Abby felt her heart tighten, hearing that wonderful sound and knowing it was her who had made him laugh. God, she really had it bad for him, hadn't she?
Sam watched her coming closer and when she reached him and sat on his lap, he put his arms around her immediately, making Abby smile. She leaned in, lightly pressing her mouth on his, lips barely touching.
Sam's blood started to boil from that soft feathery brush against his lips and he was disappointed when she pulled away again. What was she doing to him? Resisting her was pure torture as he tried his best to keep the aching need locked up. But slowly but surely the want for her slipped through the thin cracks of his barely remaining resistance.
"It's pretty late." Abby said quietly and Sam nodded."Yeah." It was the only reply he could muster. He knew she was about to say that she needed to go and Sam was on the verge of begging her to stay, not caring anymore that they wanted to take things slow. He was tired of letting her go every freakin' day; it was so frustrating and he couldn't do it anymore. He wanted her close, needed her to stay with him.
Abby took a deep breath, averting her eyes as she said the next words."I know I should be going..." She interrupted herself, brushing terribly. Why was she so clumsy? Why was it so hard for her to find the right words? Those sexy, seductive words that would drive him wild. She found herself not able to go through with her plan, not feeling confident enough to do it. Abby wasn't the type of woman who found it easy to be a temptress and get any man she wanted in her bed. So she stopped pretending to be someone she wasn't.
"But I don't want to. I'd rather stay here with you, I don't want to spend the night all by myself in my apartment." She placed her hand on his chest, right above his heart and bit her bottom lip shyly, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
Abby had no idea what it was doing to Sam; her soft cautious demeanor was such a turn on. That was what he loved most about her; she was nothing like the women he had been involved with over the years. In fact, in his entire existence he had never met anyone with such a sweet nature. For a split-second he wondered whether she would change if she got turned, but then he remembered that Carmen hadn't changed at all. The transition hadn't had any influence on her personality, she was still the same person.
"Then don't." Sam heard himself answering, seeing the spark of surprise in Abby's eyes. "What?"
"Don't go if you don't wanna leave." Sam said softly, covering her hand on his chest with his."Stay with me tonight. I'm not expecting anything from you, we don't have to...you know."
"Oh. Okay." Abby said quickly, feeling her heart begin to beat faster. Okay, so maybe her plan to seduce him wasn't working out, but Sam was being so thoughtful, not pressuring her. And damn, she wanted to sleep with him, even though it really would be just sleeping and nothing else.
Sam smiled at her answer and cupped her face, kissing her softly again. She opened her mouth willingly when his tongue gently demanded to be let in, moaning at the feeling and taste of him. She felt Sam's hands slowly slide over her shoulders and down her back to rest on her waist; his large hands were almost burning through the thin material of her shirt, his gentle yet firm touch making her shiver and she suppressed a moan.
Sam was desperately fighting his vampiric side, not allowing his hunger to awake and carefully keeping his fangs from springing free. It was the last thing he needed at that moment, but impossible to avoid since he was a vampire and when desire rose and spread through him so did the hunger for fresh blood from the vein. Sam couldn't wait to finally taste Abby's blood, but he wouldn't drink from her as long as she stayed human.
When he thought he had tricked the animal inside of him, Abby's reaction to his touch - just a subtle trembling of her body and that tiny chocked sound - made him weak and he lost his inner battle; waves of pure primal lust washed over him and he gave in. Abby squealed into his mouth when he grabbed her ass and suddenly got up, forcing her to cling onto him.
He never stopped kissing her and Abby didn't have the strength for protest as he walked down the hallway and into his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him. For a second, he thought about throwing her onto his bed, but decided against it; they would get there soon enough. Instead, he turned around and pressed her to the wall by the bedroom door, his body crushing hard against her and Abby let out a cry at the contact, squeezing her legs around his waist and Sam groaned. He ground into her, seeking the delicious friction through the thick layers of their clothes, his lips travelling down her neck, to kiss from one collar bone all the way across her cleavage to the other, leaving a hot wet trail on her skin. Abby was completely dazed by that time, breathing heavily as hot fire burnt through her and hoped it would never go out.
Abby's hot ragged breathing in his ear and the delicious taste of her skin made him want more and Sam kissed up her neck again, tasting the rhythmic pounding of her pulse on his tongue and then sucked lightly on the spot. Abby whimpered helplessly, her eyes closing slowly and she opened her mouth to moan his name. "Sam..."
Sam looked up at her and Abby opened her eyes again, feeling his gaze and almost jumped at the fire she saw blazing there. His expression had changed; he was like a totally different person, but strangely Abby wasn't scared nor did she feel any discomfort. There was just this strong attraction and such an aching longing for him and when he smiled at her she thought she had died and gone to heaven.
"I'm so sorry, Darling." Sam whispered and buried his face in the crook of her neck, letting his fangs free and searching for that one perfect spot to finally make her officially his. Abby wondered what he meant, but all thoughts left her brain when Sam attacked her neck again and she squeezed her eyes shut, gasping as she felt something very sharp against her skin.
A/N: Thank you all so much for reading, hope you liked this chapter. Big thanks to Violet Jayde Elizabeth Rose and cold kagome for reviewing the last chapter.