Sam:

-bitch fix this shit

My plan would of worked if Xanthe wasn't such a touchy control freak.

His fingers were playing with my hair as we speak; it seemed he always had to touch me. He was mean and just plan controlling, but maybe I am being really harsh on him. He does care for me and all, but he keeps me on a tight leash. I was in quite some pain as I even mention this.

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"Someone is coming," I whispered to Sketch, but knew it was not the Vampire King, which calmed my nerves. But of course it was none other than Xanthe, who was looking for me. "I'm sorry Sketch, but I have to help Riley and everyone else," he just nodded wrapping his arms around my neck and hugging me tightly.

"I love you Sammy," he whispered and I smiled, kissing the top of his head.

"I love you too," I whispered back. "I have to go now,"

"Bye." he whispered and I waved back before I slipped out the door. Xanthe was only around the corner, I wasn't trying to hide so I walked toward his direction.

He glared at me, swiftly picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. "Hey! Put me down, old man!" I yelled but the older vampire just grunted.

"I told you to stay put in our chambers! And I told you to stop calling me old man!" he hissed and I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." I said.

"What are you blocking in that pretty little head of yours?" he asked.

"I'm not blocking anything." I murmured but the old man tightened his hold on me.

"Just because I taught you how to do it, it doesn't mean you can actually hide things from me. I can feel that you're hiding something, so I can either force it out of you or you can just tell me," he growled, opening the door to our temporary chambers.

He threw me on the bed rather gently, growling at me before climbing on top of me rather dramatically. "Will you tell me or not?" he asked.

"I'm not hiding anything!" I complained but I know he could see right through me.

"If this is about destroying your old home, then forget it. You don't think I don't know that you talked to Sketch just now?" he asked.

"Get off of me, stop poking around in my family and get a life other than me." I said and he smirked down at me, dragging his thumb across my lip.

"Don't you get it Sam, you're my life. I won't let you go and I certainly will not let you out of my sight until you tell me what you're planning. You're 'family' is a bunch of humans that will hate you for what you are."

I looked up at his mismatched eyes, thinking of a good reply but came up empty. "Will you tell me or not sweet cheeks?" he asked but I couldn't answer. My old friends might hate me but I didn't want them captured and hurt. I didn't want them to be branded or collared. It made me sick to my stomach just thinking about it.

"I have nothing to tell." I said but he smirked, raising a brow.

"Oh really?" he asked.

"....Yeah." I whispered.

"I can easily force it out of you," he whispered back, his face inches from mine.

I just glared at him, not really trying to provoke him. I felt like he could force it out of me, so I should just stay silent. I wish I could tell if he was bluffing, but I wasn't sure with that glint in his eyes.

He smiled at me and I watched as those two fangs extended from his gums. What was he gonna do, bite it out of me?

His sharp fangs dragged down my neck in a slow sensual manner, until the two sharp points rested on my artery. "Last chance baby," he said but I kept my mouth closed, I just hope he was bluffing.

Without warning his fangs plunged into my smooth skin, and it wasn't anything sweet and pleasurable. Instead of a fire burn from when he turned me, my body was cold, and it felt like currents of shock were running up and down my body.

I slumped back against the pillow, feeling tears prick my eyes, and loud screams to rip from my throat. He definitely was not bluffing and I screamed, digging my nails into his shoulders trying to push him off. But he was latched onto me like a parasite. I felt like I was being sucked from, literally and mentally. I felt something drain out of me and I screamed my head off at the pain it caused me.

I only cried when something was too emotional for me to handle and never from pain. Of course I cried when I was being turned but it wasn't from any pain of any sort. But now I was sobbing my eyes out, as I screamed and screamed for it to be over just from this feeling. I never wanted to feel this again, I don't want this anymore and I would do anything to make it stop. I went limp, losing the will to fight for myself. I wanted to pass out, not feel this terrible pain anymore.

He stopped moments later but I was still shaking and sobbing my eyes out. I was shocked was an understatement, but I didn't take my eyes off him.

He looked straight into my eyes, laying down next to me and pulling me into his rock hard chest. I grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, trying to calm myself down. Nothing was working and his hand went to caress my hair.

"They used that as form of punishment in the olden days. If a fledgling was misbehaving they would use it to punish them, and it was very useful when someone was hiding something. You'll hurt for a while but now I know what you were planning and I think this was punishment enough for you trying to leave me," he whispered but I didn't have the energy to glare or respond and let my body shake and spasm in his arms.

He rocked my in his arms but it wasn't helping anything. When I was better I would tear his eyes out.

"I hate you." This asshole is so damn controlling.

He started to whisper things in my ear, but it sounded gibberish, almost like he was speaking another language. But I know he wasn't and I was probably losing my mind. But later I had fallen asleep to his soft whispers.

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That's when I got here, where the controlling vampire freak was petting my hair as I tried my best to ignore the throbbing pain in my neck. It seriously would have worked out, I had a plan to sneak out at the perfect opportunity! I knew the forest and I would of got there easily.

But now I'm stuck in this possessive vampire's arms with a throbbing neck and headache. The shaking had stop and I was very thankful. He knew I was awake, but I didn't feel like moving. My power felt drained and I felt like I couldn't speak, nonetheless move.

He moved his body so I was as close as possible to him. I made a sound of discomfort, but let him do as he pleased. It's not like I could stop him, he knew I couldn't do anything to prevent him from doing so.

"Maybe next time you'll tell me and we can avoid this," I growled at him, wanting nothing more than to smack him upside the face.

"See an attitude like that isn't gonna get you far. A few days ago it seemed you were madly in love with me and now you're being all prissy. They are humans and need to be protected by the dome. You can't get mad over that."

I just huffed, my voice not going to work anytime soon. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I just wanted to forget the pain at my neck.

He started to hum, a soft lullaby and in no time I had fallen asleep.