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I also had someone last chapter ask if Paul imprinted on his own child…no. That's uh - …not sure how to put that in words, but no. He's an elated father is all, as he should be. That'll be all.
Ch. 7 – Red Red Roses
I woke up wrapped in a cocoon of heat; my back pressed against a solid chest, an arm wrapped around my waist while the other rested under the pillows beneath our heads, with our legs intertwined with each other. I couldn't help but marvel at the difference between waking up with Sam versus Edward. He would rather sit in a chair across from me, than beneath me. The more I sprawled across him, the more the temptation. Leah was right, next time I wanted a thrill, I'd go cliff diving naked instead of serving myself up like a filet mignon. I chuckled at my inner monologue. I heard Sam inhale deeply as my giggle woke him.
"What's so funny, beautiful?" He squeezed my middle as his breath tickled my ear.
"I am." I smiled and wriggled out of his hold. He looked at me questioningly as I started pulling off the shirt and shorts of his he left for me to change into last night.
"I fell asleep before you got to unwrap your present." I smiled innocently at him. I stood as the shorts dropped and I kicked them to the side of the bed. I took my hair out of the messy bun and shook it out, propped my hands on my hips, and popped a leg.
"What do you think?" I grinned wider as I saw his reaction. I was wearing a floral lace scallop trimmed teddy that felt as soft as silk against my skin. It tied lightly around my back and had a deep v that cut to my belly button in front and back. The lace pattern allowed for decadent glimpses to peak though, while remaining classy. I felt sexier in this than I had anything so far. It also helped that the crotch split, but he didn't know what yet. His eyes flashed his tell-tale gold as he growled and yanked me towards him by the back of my knees.
"You had this on all night long while you were pressed up against me and I didn't know? Minx." His lips pulled back lightly as he growled. The sound reverberated up his chest and straight to my pussy.
There must be something wrong with me. The fact that Sam's animal seemed so close to the surface, such a part of him and his actions, especially towards me – beyond flattered me. That his base animal instincts wanted me as bad as the man – gave me an unrivaled ego boost. I'd never felt more wanted or beautiful in my life than I did when Sam looked at me. I threw my head back and groaned as he ground me along his erection.
"Sam…" I muttered as my eyes fluttered closed.
"No, you horny idiot! Focus!" I thought to myself. I shook my head lightly and wiggled away from him again.
"You have seen the best part yet, Sammy." I bit my lip as I crawled on my knees to his footboard and grabbed it as I parted my legs and bent over to show him the crotchless split. My insides clenched as he released another low growl, more animal than human.
"Is it strange that your growl turns me on?" I shuddered as the question fluttered out of my mouth.
"Show me." He ground out. I turned around confused for a moment.
"Wha?" I got out before he interrupted.
"Bend over and spread those fucking delectable lips and show me what the fuck I do to you." He put his arms behind his head and relaxed back. I couldn't help but lick my lips and trail my eyes down to the granite bulge in his shorts.
"Be a good girl and you'll get what you want." He smirked.
The audacity of this man. I was not a show pony, but obviously my vagina didn't get the fucking memo, because my insides somersaulted at the thought of pleasing him. Like she needed his approval, or she wouldn't survive. What did that say about me? That the man telling me to put on a show for him made my insides molten and my pulse race? I almost wanted to say no, just to see how far I could push him, but I was wound like a spring and needed his dick in me like I needed air to breathe.
I turned around and sat back on my knees. I turned my head lightly as I lightly ran my hands down my lacy chest. My body was on overdrive. The material covering my nipples caused tingles to race down my spine every time I shifted, as it dragged across the sensitive buds. My fingers lightly traced the sensitive peaks, and I let out a breathy sigh. My hands continued to tug, massage, and pull until his name quivered across my lips.
"Sam – " I shifted, trying to seek comfort for my steadily aching pussy. My hands continued their trek like they were controlled by him. They flitted softly down my waist and caressed my legs. I sighed as my nails gently scraped the backs of my thighs.
"Bend over baby…let me see that exquisite pussy." My eyes flitted back to his molten gaze and his hips involuntary thrust forward, seeking the same comfort as my own.
I stretched onto my forearms languidly. My legs spread open farther the higher I stuck my ass into the air. My fingers fisted the sheets as I let out a loan moan at the feel of the shrill air hitting my soaking flesh. I dropped my forehead to the blankets as the fingers of my right hand started to lightly tease the outer edges of the teddy. Light brushes across my drenched core sent jolts of pleasure rocketing up my spine. They trailed lightly over my clit and down to spread my lips open. A third finger trailed delicately at the sensitive flesh in the middle. Shudders ran down my legs as my toes curled. They finally reached their mark as they dipped lightly into the swollen channel.
"Sammmm…" I started to beg, I couldn't help it anymore; it wasn't my hands I was feeling, it was his – despite his position still against the headboard.
I got lost in the feeling, imagining the caress of the slightly calloused tips stretching me so deliciously. I pumped my fingers in farther at that point, chasing the release I desperately needed. I jolted as I felt him lap against my center, taking long, slow, leisurely strokes with the flat of his tongue as his hands wrapped around my thighs. I met his gaze as I ground down onto his mouth. His tongue pulled back lightly as his fingers gathered wetness and starting to move their way back. He pulled my fingers out and licked them clean, then took both of my hands and clenched them around the footboard again. His fingers went back to gathering wetness and dragging it across my opening, past my taint, to the puckering hole at the back. My hips surged at that.
"Sam!" I let out a shrill breath.
He simply started licking faster, harder, and rubbing circles on my clit with his other hand. I couldn't focus with all of the sensations he was creating; his stubble against my sensitive flesh, the perfect strokes of his tongue – hitting every spot just fucking right, his finger slowly circling my ass.
I couldn't say I'd ever fantasized about my ass being played with, but this was Sam – I'd douse myself in peanut butter if it meant he'd lick it all off me, the man had the tongue and fingers of a fucking god.
His digit slowly probed the back and I clenched as he lightly breached. He doubled his efforts on my pussy and growled as I threw my head back and fisted my fingers in his hair. I didn't care what he wanted to do at this point, he could stick little green army men in my ear if he wanted, because any time he touched my body – I was on fire.
He worked his finger in farther and farther and I ground against his face in time with the swipes of his tongue. My other hand flew to my breasts and started massaging and playing with the stiff peaks. My hips picked up tempo, and I was practically fucking his face at this point.
"Sam, baby, I –" I didn't even get my full sentence out as wave after wave of pleasure finally crashed down. My legs shook and my breath came in pants as he devoured every last damn drop.
It didn't register right away, that he moved from beneath me and was now behind me, until I felt his naked chest against my back and his cock stroked my still soaked and quivering folds. One hand fisted my hair lightly as the other splayed across my stomach. He surged inside of me, the feeling intensifying the trembling that had yet to stop from orgasm number one. His hand slipped to my throat and clenched lightly as started to stroke.
"Whose pussy is this, Bella?" He rasped out. All I could do was moan; no coherent thoughts would formulate let alone articulate. His hand tightened slightly, and I throbbed as his pace increased.
"I asked you a question – who's. fucking. pussy. is. this?!" He ground out each punctuation with a sharp hip thrust.
"More!" I whimpered pathetically in response. I just needed more. More thrusting, more choking, just fucking more. My entire body was a livewire ready to explode. His hand tightened as he turned my head to look into his gilded gaze.
"Answer me." He ground out as he tugged harshly on my nipples.
"Yours!" I screamed as my body pulsed around him, shudder after shudder racking my frame. If it weren't for his purchase on stomach, I would've fallen face first into the mattress.
"You're god-damn right." He rasped out as he pulsed inside of me. Rope after rope cum emptying with each twitch of his magnificent cock. I felt his teeth make purchase on the juncture of my neck again as his tongue lapped at the skin.
"Why do you do that?" I giggle as we fell into a heap together.
"My wolf likes seeing our mark on your delicate skin. It makes him happy to know anyone can see it." I stilled at that.
"He's primal, not everything he does make sense to me either, but it makes us content. Does it bother you?" He murmured into my hair.
"No, everything you do feels incredible. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I lose all coherent thought. My dad saw it the other day though, and he laughed at me. At least he didn't see underneath my clothes – you heathen." I smacked his leg.
"You have no fucking idea how hot it is to see remnants of me across your body. My hands on your hips, my bite on your neck, my scent in you. I'd keep you in here for days just worshiping your body, if you let me." I could feel him grow hard against me again. I wiggled out of his hold and made my way to the bathroom. I pulled the ribbons of the teddy and let it flutter down my body. I turned my head towards him lightly.
"You can come worship my body again in the shower." I grinned as he dove out of the bed towards me. I ran towards the shower and laughed as he twirled me in his arms. We made out slowly, as we waited for the water to warm – working ourselves up all over again. There truly was no better place to be, than in his arms.
We hopped out of the shower an hour later and Sam went to my car and grabbed the emergency go-bag I had in there. I was clumsy and it was a good idea to keep an extra change of clothes with me at all times.
"Don't forget a jacket, it'll be rainy today, baby." Sam kissed the side of my head and headed downstairs.
I grabbed a long-sleeved white body suit, foregoing underwear and put it on. I paired it with a pair of dark high-waisted khaki flare pants and some gold necklaces and earrings I had strewn inside my purse. I stole one of Sam's socks to mutilate and put my hair into a 'sock bun'. I put on some mascara and red Iip stain - and called it a day. I didn't have the rest of my products, so this would be as good as it got, though I did look fabulous, if I said so myself. I put on a few dabs of perfume, slipped on a pair of nude heels with studs, and did a once-over in the mirror. Coffee was waiting for me in a steaming to-go mug as I walked downstairs.
"I hope I made it right, beautiful." Sam wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close.
"Anything is perfect, thank you." I smiled lightly at the sweet gesture. His eyes darkened as they took in my appearance.
"Remind me later, I want to see what those pretty red lips look like wrapped around my cock, while you're on your knees." I inhaled deeply and nibbled his lower lip.
"Insatiable man…" I stated as I lightly ran my nails down his abdominals.
"I can't get enough of you." He chuckled darkly as his hand gripped my ass and hauled me onto the counter.
"Walk out with me?" He asked as he pulled the bodysuit aside to nibble on the mark he kept leaving on my neck.
"Let me grab my bag." I shivered lightly as a zing of pang sprang down my spine at the attention he lavished on the sensitive skin. I pushed him back and hopped down to the floor. I put on my belted black coat, grabbed my purse, and unlocked my Jeep as we headed out the door. I stopped and turned around fully when I noticed he was no longer following me to my car.
"Sam?" I asked. He was standing ramrod straight, head tilted up, and wait – was he sniffing the air?
"What's wrong?" I asked as I placed my hand against his chest. I tried to see if I could smell a fire or see any smoke or something of the sort in the area as I tilted my head to stare at the sky above, seeing nothing but dark grey clouds and evergreens. His arms came around me.
"I'm not sure, it smells sickeningly sweet. Like burning cotton candy and glass cleaner…" He trailed off with a frown on his face. I looked down at myself and brought my wrist to my nose to sniff.
"Is it me? I dabbed some perfume on. I can throw it away if it's too strong?" I asked him feeling embarrassed.
"No, you smell like sunshine, peonies, and honey. Your perfume doesn't smell like battery acid and melted sugar." He tucked me into his side, and he walked me to my car.
"I'll see you later, call me when you're done at the office. Have a good day." He kissed me gently and shut my door. I plugged my phone in, put my seatbelt on and frowned as Sam watched me pull out of his driveway. I let the strange feeling go as I glanced in the rear view and made my way the short distance to work. It was nice being in La Push, I was close to work and my friends. Maybe I'd look for a small apartment here when dad and Sue moved onto the res permanently.
I unlocked the door to the office and started to make my way to my desk. I was lost in my messages when I noticed a gigantic bouquet of red roses sitting on my desk.
"What in the world?" I murmured to myself. I set my bag and keys down to look at the ostentatious display. I hated red roses. They were gaudy and trivial; no originality to them or their origins. I found a card tucked into the middle of it.
"In vain I have struggled; it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you"
"Mr. Darcy? What the fuck?" I pulled out my phone to call Sam when my stomach let out a loud growl.
"Oh well, I'll worry about these later." I thought and pushed them to the side. Sam or possibly Paul had bought them, how else would they have been left on my desk? I pulled out my phone and opened the Door Dash app and placed an order with the bakery down the road. Sex with Sam had worked up my appetite, apparently.
It was a surprisingly quiet morning, despite the amount of work I had to do, which was a good thing, I supposed. I returned calls, filed paperwork, and sent billings out, as I waited for my food to arrive. About an hour later, Quil walked through the doors carrying my goodies from my favorite bakery. I laughed as the door jingled.
"Is there anything you don't do Mr. Uber and DoorDash?" I teased him.
"Are you kidding me? I make so much money in tips delivering from Forks and PA to here! Women and some men place an order just so they can ogle at my good looks." He flashed a smirk and ran his fingers through his flock of messy hair.
"Mmmm, I bet they do Quilly." I winked and handed him a ten-dollar bill as a tip.
"See, what did I tell you? You saw my ass in the reflection of the door, and you couldn't help yourself." He winked. I rolled my eyes.
"That's exactly it Quil. You caught me." He sat down with me to visit while I ate.
"What the fuck did you order?" His nose turned up as I bit into my egg and cheese bagel sandwich. I looked at him confused.
"An egg, cheese, and sausage bagel?" I mumbled with food in my mouth. He leaned close to sniff it. I grabbed it and backed away.
"What are you doing?" I frowned at him. I started to look around and stiff the rest of my bag.
"Quil, what's wrong?" He was starting to freak me out. First Sam and now Quil – I was going to start thinking I stunk soon.
"Bella, where did those flowers come from?" He stared at the bouquet I'd moved to the side table. I looked at him strange.
"You know, I'm not sure. I think Sam – but probably Paul. They were here when I got here this morning. Paul's douchey enough to leave roses." I shrugged.
"What's the issue?" I asked as I munched on another bite. He leaned closer and sniffed them. I watched his face instantly recoil and his eyes widen. I nearly choked on my bite when he dove for my purse, lifted me in his arms, and raced out of the door.
"Quil!" I screeched.
"What the fuck is going on?!" I was nearly sideways in my front seat as he ran around to my passenger's side and slammed the door.
"DRIVE BELLA!" I stared at him.
"Qui-" I started.
"DRIVE, GOD DAMMIT!" He yelled at me, eyes wide in a panic, staring out of the windows – critically analyzing anything that came into his view.
I jammed my finger into my push start and blasted out the of the parking lot. My blood ran cold as I heard a shrill laugh flitter by.
"What the fuck was that?" It was broad daylight, we were speeding down the roads of La Push in my Jeep and I could hear fucking giggling that sounded like those booby bride bitches from Van Helsing. I screamed as a flash of red peaked in my peripheral. Quil started pulling his clothes off.
"Drive to Sam's, FASTER. I can't shift in the middle of the fucking road!" He yelled.
"Open my glove compartment!" My pulse started to race as I slammed my foot down on the gas pedal.
"This bitch has another fucking thing coming if she thinks I'm going down. Fucking sprarkly cunt." My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight they turned an unnatural shade of white. Quil scrambled to open the compartment and handed me my Glock 17. I loaded the magazine, slid the safety off, and cocked the damn thing.
"Hold on!" I yelled. I pushed open the button for the sunroof, slammed on my breaks, and turned sharply down Sam's driveway. I swerved right as hard as I could and shot three times in rapid succession as a blur flew over the sunroof.
I heard clothing rip, the door open, and a screech. I opened my door and held the gun in front of me as I saw a vampire with auburn hair, a nice bone structure, and red eyes stare back at me.
"Victoria send her regards." He sneared before I shot him directly between the eyes and Quil's wolf ripped into him. A light grey wolf soared over and ripped the head clean from its shoulders as Quil dismembered an arm.
"Bella!" I turned as a shirtless Sam came ripping through the trees and towards me at an impressive speed. I stuck the Glock into the back of my jeans just as he barreled into me, hands searching all over.
"Are you hurt, what happened?!" He turned from me to look at the two wolves as the sound of metal being ripped apart drifted through my mind. He reached into his pocket, extracted the zippo, and threw it in the pile of flesh. The smell that hit me made everything click into place, moldy candy and bleach. I leaned into Sam's touch.
"I'm fine. Quil recognized the scent at work at got me out of there before I could even blink." I sighed as he wrapped his arms around me.
"Work? What happened?" He looked worried. I sighed again and stepped back.
"Let's go inside. I could use a glass of wine or 12." I muttered as Leah and Quil shifted back.
"Let me call the rest of the pack here." Sam squeezed my hand and bellowed into the air. The animalistic sound made the hairs on my head stand on end.
We walked inside and I was on autopilot, breaking out beers and a couple glasses of wine for Leah and me. I could hear Sam ordering food in the background, enough to feed an army – from the sounds of it. I stared off into the large windows of the forest and the shock of the last hour hit me. I was exhausted. I shot a fucking vampire between the eyes today and nothing came from the wound – no blood; just a shattering pattern of marble. I shivered in revulsion.
"Talk to me." Sam murmured as he came up behind me and wrapped me in his arms. I leaned into his touch.
"He didn't bleed." I muttered. A shiver ran its way down my spine again.
"I shot him 3 times through the sunroof and straight between the eyes, and no blood. Just cracked etchings like shattering glass." I turned around in his arms and closed my eyes.
"That's because they're pussies Bella." Leah stated matter of factly. Hearing her voice instantly made me relax and I smiled at her answer.
"Those douches don't even have fangs – their teeth are preternaturally sharp and yet they have no fangs. They sparkle instead of sizzle in the sunlight – and yes, you heard me right twinkle toes – they sparkle like the 4th of July! They don't sleep, don't eat, and they spend their time perpetually going through fucking high school! You couldn't pay me enough money to go through that shit, especially fifty different times. They don't piss, don't shit, - the list goes on, truly." She was ranting and raving and it instantly made me feel better. If Leah was insulting someone, she was fine.
"Don't' forget the 'gifts'." I rolled my eyes. They all stilled and looked at me then.
"Of course, you don't know." I huffed and sat down.
"Let's wait for the others, and I'll explain." I stated.
The wolves trickled in quickly and they all made sure to check on me, it was sweet. Embry looked to Sam.
"We chased her into the water again. She's a slippery bitch, but we'll get her." Sam growled a hateful sound at that news. I looked up at them.
"That's because it's her gift." Everyone stilled to look at me then.
"She is gifted in the art of evasion. In the way of gifts – pretty damn lame, but beggars can't be choosers, I suppose." I lifted my glass and took a big gulp.
"Edward can read minds, Alice can see glimpses of the future, Jasper is an empath and Rosalie has the power to be a super cunt!" I smirked. I proceeded to describe the other covens we'd come across or I'd heard of, especially the remarkable vampires like Benjamin from the Egyptian coven. Fuck mind reading, the man could make an entire fucking tsunami – but I digress. I explained the Vulturi and its members and any other information I thought pertinent.
"And the guy outside? He said that someone sent her regards?" Quil scratched the top of his head.
"Victoria." I shuddered. Every cell in my body alive at the mention of her name. I could hear screams of revenge in the back of my mind as she found out we burned her undead lover, hate searing in her gaze, promising vengeance.
"I'll murder you ALL!" She screamed as Laurent tore her away from the scene.
"Fuck." I sighed and looked up into everyone's confused gazes. I cleared my throat then.
"Her name is Victoria. If she's back, it's probably because she's not my biggest fan." I frowned and twisted her fingers in my lap.
"Explain." He demanded as he picked me up and set me on his lap.
"Before the Cullens left, I was in an accident. I disappeared for a few days and told dad I'd gone on a spontaneous trip before senior year, but that I had fallen through a window during it. Don't ask me how – didn't make much sense to me, either. But everyone bought it – I'm clumsy." Leah snorted at that.
"The Cullens were outside playing baseball during a thunderstorm one day, and three nomadic vampires happened upon us: James, his mate Victoria, and Laurent. James got a whiff of me and decided he wanted me for dinner. The Cullens obviously objected, but that only piqued his interest. He was a tracker and hunting prey was like his super vamp power?" I took a deep breath then.
"We left the state to try and drop his trail, catch him off guard somewhere else, but he found a recording and convinced me he had my mother held hostage. He lured me to my old dance studio and proceeded to torture me until he finally bit me." Sam's eyes were pure gold as his teeth pulled back and canines grew – he was having issues controlling his wolf.
"Sam…" Leah trailed off. She looked ready to pounce. I rested his hand on my heart and my palm on his face.
"I'm fine Sam. I'm right here, alive. Feel the beat of my heart." I brushed a kiss against his cheek. I wasn't worried about his wolf. I'd survived being tortured and bitten by a psychotic vampire. My wolf lover was the least of my issues. I turned backed to the others as I leaned back into his hold and his face cradled the crook of my neck as he inhaled.
"Edward sucked the venom out and stopped the change while his family dismembered and burned James. Victoria vowed to get revenge for killing her mate; an eye for an eye." I finished.
"I guess I completely forgot once the Cullens left. I'd totally blocked it from my mind. It was just a horrible incident that I'd rather not recall. Being tortured by a filthy psychotic vampire is not super high on my to-do list ever again." I shivered as a tremor ran through my body. I took my watch off and pulled my sleeve up. You wouldn't even notice the scar if I didn't point it out. You could see a ring of teeth on my wrist, a faint almost iridescent scar now. Leah grabbed my wrist and inspected it closer.
"Like I said, a bunch of pussies. Can even leave a fang-hole mark right." I laughed and pushed her away.
"But noooo, that's not enough – the three-hundred-year-old virgin sparkles like a fucking disco stick and listens to De-pussy in his free time. WHAT A SURPRISE." I let out a snort and promptly burst into a fit of giggles. Trust Leah to shit on anyone, anytime. It was my favorite thing about her.
"What a bunch of fucking pansies. I'd rather burn in the sun. How embarrassing. 'Why yes Janice, our family is enslaved now because Tommy couldn't control himself and showed his glittering asshole to the world!'" She was full on laughing now.
The tension eased out of the room. Trust Leah to clear the air with insults. Sam brought the scar up to his mouth and kissed it tenderly.
"I appreciate the concern guys, but I'll be fine – I think. So long as psycho queen fucks off and dies."
"But it does make me nervous. I don't want anyone getting hurt because of me." The thought made me chew my bottom lip in worry.
"They drank blood before you were ever around Bella, and she's continuing to do so now, by the look of her minions, nothing is your fault. We'll end her demented ways before she harms a single hair on your head." Sam brushed his thumb across my lower lip to free it from the accosting of my teeth.
"I'd feel better if you stayed on the rez for a little while, just until we patrol all over and see if we can't pinpoint the smell to an exact location." He added on. Leah nodded her head quickly.
"You can stay with me, at my cabin, or mom's house – whatever you want." She added on. Sam just gave a dark chuckle and shook his head.
"I think I know where she can stay." His words sent pulses to the apex of my thighs. The man was delectable when he wasn't all domineering with the alpha bullshit, the added innuendos only proceeded to make me wetter, for whatever ungodly reason. I needed therapy.
"We need to tell Charlie too. I want him safe." Leah pulled out her phone.
"No time like the present!" She dialed him up, told him to pack a bag for a week and come down to the rez.
"Before I forget, you need to go and lock the office doors. Quil and I left in a hurry. Also, did you send me roses?" I looked at Sam.
"No, you hate roses. You like lilies and honey suckle." He stared back. I smiled at the fact that he remembered the fact from a fleeting conversation.
"I walked into the office today and there was a bouquet on my desk with a weird quote from Pride and Prejudice. It was strange. Quil also said it smelled like whatever scent you caught outside today." I told him. Sam frowned at that.
"Usually leeches smell like straight bleach – not rotten candy and battery acid." He commented.
"I don't know what was wrong with that bouquet – but it was one in the same." Quil added on.
"But that smell – the one outside, comes from burning leeches. It's all very strange, but we'll get down to it – sweetheart. No harm will come to your head." Sam nuzzled closer.
"I trust you; I'll be fine. Just please be careful." I looked at every wolf then.
"All of you, please. Especially you Paul. Baby Vi needs you home." I looked at the unusually quiet wolf.
"Don't worry, I'll take Ang and the baby to my mom's. She's as mean as a rattlesnake. She'll scare those pussy vamps away." He smirked and I rolled my eyes.
"Good to see some things never change." I muttered. Everyone got up at that point. Sam set more patrols and included parts of Forks in their route. I stilled when I was crushed to a chest.
"No more James Bond shit, ok, tough ass? Ang would murder me if I let her best friend die." Paul squeezed tighter as he lifted me off of the floor.
"Eat my ass, she's my best friend, Cujo. And I think it was bad fucking ass that she whipped around the driveway like she was Letty Ortiz and then BAM BAM BAM! DIE BLOOD SUCKER BITCH!" Leah had her fingers pointed in a pistol and was hopping around the living room at this point. It made me smile.
"I'm not that cool, but my dad's a cop – I have pretty good aim." Her antics made me smile and brought back some normalcy to the day filled with anything but.
"I'll tell mom to come give you the shot here and we'll fill her in on the rest of this shit. I'll also go and grab your stuff from your house." I hugged her tightly.
"Take someone with you, don't go alone." She nodded and walked out of the door with Jake. Everyone else murmured their goodbyes and Sam picked me up bridal style and carried me into the bath upstairs. I sighed as we climbed into the bath bomb filled warm water.
"No one can hurt you in these walls." He spoke softly into my hair.
"Those are polycarbonate panel with riot glass covering windows all over the house. A boulder isn't coming through them. The walls are steel reinforced with titanium rods and concrete. You will be safe here." He held me tighter.
"I'm not worried about me silly; I'm worried about you." I turned in his grasp and kissed him soundly. He got out of the bath and wrapped a towel around his waist as the doorbell sounded.
"That's Sue sweetheart, I'll go let her in." He strutted out as I sunk beneath the surface before getting out. I was lost in the jumble of thoughts pouring through my head, hopefully Sue or the elders had information on vampires. Anything that could possibly help or be of use, I'd make sure to ask. But one thought stuck out above the rest.
"Why did it smell different? Where was the added decay coming from? It was so strong it stuck itself to the roses." I continued to ponder as I stepped out the bath and headed downstairs in a robe to meet Sue. At least I was still getting my shot – the last thing I needed with another psycho vampire chasing me, was a child.
We sat down on the couch and unfolded our day wrapped in each other's arms. Whatever happened, I was glad to be with Sam. There was nowhere else I wanted to be.
A/N: What do you guys think? Good thoughts hopefully! Please, leave me a comment/review. Thank you so much for your patience and I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter out! I'm working again now, so I don't have as much free time. Let me know where you'd like to see the story go x's & o's – Mariah!