"Where are we going Tyler?" I ask him, we are driving in a very unfamiliar place with lots of trees surrounding the area.

"I know someone, maybe she can help Samantha wake up," he replies, his hands are gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles are turning white. I place my hand on his thigh trying to calm him down, he looks at me and smiles softly. I retract my hand and lean on arm on the glove department, he reaches his arm out and places his hand on my bare thigh; he runs his hand up and down my thigh.

Marcus is following behind us with Samantha, Shae.... she asked me. Uhhh! I groan out loud, "if Sam asked him, should I blame her or him?" I don't know who to blame for her not waking up, Tyler sighs and shakes his head.

"I don't think you should blame anyone Shae, Sam asked but Marcus couldn't help what happened. Everyone would have thought that she would of woken up and Marcus couldn't help that she didn't. He is so hurt, she's his mate," Tyler lifts the hand that's settled on my thigh and runs it through his hair.

He's frustrated and angry, I'm pretty sure with me. "I'm sorry Ty," I sigh, he rests his hand on his thigh and I place my hand on his.

Tyler shakes his head and grabs my hand intertwining our fingers, he brings my hand to his mouth and kisses each knuckle. "I love you," he whispers, I blush and smile at him.

"I love you too."

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Brightly lit Candles surround the room more particularly around Samantha, herbs in glass bottles, a woman with frizzy curly hair and beautiful dark chocolate skim sits at the side of Sam with a large book beside her.

"Can you do anything Myka?" Marcus runs a hand through his hand in frustration.

"I can try," she replies looking through the book, she places it down keeping it open and reads it. Myka close her eyes and let's her hands hover over Sam's body, she starts mumbling words under her breath that I can't make out.

Tyler grabs my hand and nods to outside, I follow him and he closes the door behind me. He pushes me against the wall and holds my hips, he presses his soft lips to my neck, "what's wrong?" He whispers.

"W-what if this doesn't work?" I stutter.

"Myka is going to try her hardest," he mutters pulling me to him and enveloping me in a hug. "Let's go back inside."

I followed him in the lady who has some sort of powers, house. She was still chanting random words that I do not understand at all, Marcus was leaning against a wall looking very impatient.

She stopped her chanting and sighed looking up, I slightly panicked and my heart beat increased rapidly in my chest.

"This is gonna take a while, why don't you come back in an hour?" She offers with a small smile, I look at Tyler as he nods.

"Okay. Marcus you're coming," Ty demands, Marcus sighs and glares at Tyler.

"What if I don't want to?" He snaps, "plus, I don't want to be around someone who blames me for Sam; my mate! Not waking up."

I roll my eyes at him, "you know what Marcus? Deep inside I don't blame you, you're just the only person who I can blame because you were the one who agreed to turning her and you were the one who turned her so why shouldn't I blame you?" Call me a bîtch but it's true, I totally understand that Sam had asked to be turned but I just blame him. I spin on my heel walking to the door, I open it slamming the door behind me.

I lean against the locked car with a scowl and wait for two minutes, finally Tyler and Marcus walk out of Myka's home and straight towards the car. Tyler presses a button on the car keys and the lights flash, the car makes a 'beep! Beep!' Sound, signalising that he unlocked the car. I open the passenger door and take a seat, Marcus can sit in the back!

Marcus and Tyler both get in the car, Tyler in the drivers seat and Marcus in the back seat. Surprisingly, Marcus doesn't complain which I'm grateful for. "Off we go," Tyler mutters.

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"Oh my god! SHUT UP! Do you have to go on and on and on about how I blame you Marcus? WE GET IT, capeesh?" I've seriously had enough of Marcus going on, he brings it up in every single conversation. I could be talking about pickles and he'd say, they are the colour of the grass Sam lied on while we all thought she was turning but she was actually dead and you blame me for that. PICKLES!

"Yeah, it's getting annoying man," Tyler agrees with me, I smile smugly. Tyler drove us to the nearest McDonald's which I'm grateful for because I love Macca's.

"Well I can't help it, your mates a bîtch. She makes me feel guilty for obliging to Samantha's wishes! Now the feeling of hate is mutual Shae, I hope you're happy." He spits at me, I could laugh at how amusing and silly he sounds.

"I am very happy, I'm glad that's settled; we both hate each other, you won't bother me again phew!" I wipe my forehead pretending to wipe some sweat away.

"Go kill yourself!" Tyler growls lowly at Marcus's 'harsh' words. Pfft, hardly harsh!

"I've already tried," I mutter dryly, his mouth opens and he glares at me not knowing what to say. Meanwhile, Tyler smirks at my reply and leans his arm on my chair.

I pop a fry into my mouth, containing my smug smile. I'm just so good. I've probably been a total cow but I don't care, I'm pretty sure you would be just as upset and mad if your best friend died so p*ss off. Sorry, I'm really moody!

"You know when this is all over we won't have to speak to each other again," I choke on my fry and look at Marcus in disbelief, I shake my head at him and a smirk settles onto my face. Oh gosh, how wrong he is!

"Marcus sweetie... I tried so hard to get rid of you and never speak to you, but unfortunately, my best friend is dating a narcissist asshole so I had to deal with him. Sorry to break the news but I am Samantha's best friend and really there's nothing you can do about it," I shrug innocently.

He smirks, "I could just compel her to hate you," I glare at him and slam my fist down onto the table, people stare at us but I ignore their judgemental eyes. I'm focusing on this pr*ck in front of me, he's seriously self conceited.

"You wouldn't dare," I growl lowly, a smug smirks plays at his lips and he bites into his bridge.

"Oh I would," I see Tyler glare at him.

"No you wouldn't otherwise you'd be dead in a heartbeat," Tyler snarls, awe I love him so much. His black hair falls onto his forehead and I'm tempted to push it back for him no matter how much of a cliché thing that is to say.

"Wow chill. What happened to bros before hoes Ty," Marcus sticks his hands up in defence.

"My mate comes before anyone," he simply replies. "I'm pretty sure that's the same with you, right?"

"So your mate even comes before your mother?" Marcus raises an eyebrow, he's trying to be a smart alack.

"No. My mums different," Tyler snarls at him, his fangs extracting. Wow. I've never seen him this mad.

Marcus smirks and says, "thought so."

Tyler stands up reaching over the table and grabs Marcus's collar angrily. He lifts him up by the collar and Marcus chuckles like he isn't about to be beaten up. "Don't f*cking speak to me like that again," Tyler growls lowly.

I stand up and place my hands on his shoulders trying to calm him down, "Tyler put him down," I warn, his eyes are dark black with a red tint. Everyone is staring at Tyler with open mouths, I give them a smile and repeat myself. "Put him down!" Marcus is holding Tyler's hands that are wrapped around his neck.

Tyler doesn't pay attention to what I'm saying, my best friend is in love with Marcus and I'm not going to let Tyler Kill him even though I hate him. So I slap him across the face, his head spins around to face me: his eyes are so black, but somehow they look beautiful but scary with the ting of red.

He drops Marcus purposely and his eyes turn back to their normal blue, he blinks then looks at Marcus then at me. "Let's go," I mutter angrily walking to the car.

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We all sit around Sam, waiting for anything, everyone's silent but anticipating something. I'm scared that she won't wake up, who is gonna gossip with me? Help me? Be my roommate? Be a sister? No one could compare to Samantha.

Then her eyes snap open showing her blue eyes but this time, with red rims.

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