“Oh hello, Samson” The voice said, “Fancy meeting you here”
Samson turned to the right to see Jacob Saunders, and suddenly he felt all of his anger return. The smile vanished from his face, and he was his old self again. Just when he finally having some peace of mind, even if it was for only a little while, Jacob just had to come ruin it with his presence. He hated the bastard even more.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Jacob?” he asked and was replied with a grin.
“Probably the same thing you’re doing here, Sam” Jacob replied, “Soothing my nerves with some shots”
His eyes casually fell on Isabella, then he added, “And flirting with the bartender. I get it, she’s cute. Can I get in on some of that action?” he asked, his eyes roaming over Isabella.
For some reason, Samson felt the urge to punch him in the face. He didn’t know the Lady, but he didn’t like the way Jacob was staring at Isabella. Not that it was any of his business.
Isabella on the other hand, concluded that she didn’t like the new guy one bit. He was handsome, she couldn’t deny that fact. He had his blond hair tied in a ponytail at the back of his head, and he had icy blue eyes. Eyes that seemed to have no warmth in them. She decided to ignore his remark about her.
She poured out his drink and passed it to him. He picked up the glass and downed the contents in one glup, then pushed it back to her.
“Keep it coming, pretty” he said, a predatory look on his face, and Isabella cringed inwardly. The guy was creepy as fuck, she thought. She observed the two men from the corner of her eyes as she poured another shot and passed it to the new guy. There seemed to be no love lost between them and although they spoke to each other, she could tell that they weren’t friends. In fact, judging from the other guy’s face, it was obvious that he hated the new comer. He probably should, she told herself. The guy seemed like an asshole.
“Drinking out here all by yourself, huh?” Jacob asked, much to Samson’s irritation. “I heard your friends were throwing you a birthday party. Why ain’t you at it? It’s not like you are worried about growing older. You’re not still sulking about that thing at the meeting, are you?” he asked mockingly.
“Don’t flatter yourself, dude. You are not that relevant” Samson replied. He could perceive the smell of blood coming from Jacob. The bastard had probably been feeding on one of the humans outside before he stepped in, and Samson hoped he hadn’t murdered yet another person. He would have asked, but the last time he wanted was to scare this little human away. Talking to her seemed to sooth him, and he liked that.
Jacob must have guessed what Samson was thinking because he said, “Oh please don’t look at me like that. You act like you are a bloody Saint. You are a fucking hypocrite. The earlier you stop thinking that you are better than the rest of us, the better for you. Maybe if you do, things might start working out and you won’t have to be such a grouch”
It took a lot for Samson to ignore that statement as he decided to just focus on his drink and the cute bartender, although he doubted if he would be able to go back to his previous mood with Jacob sitting next to him. His phone rang again, and he ignored. The Lady had moved to another customer, and he watched her turn around to take another glass from the bar. The glass must have been wet or something, because it slipped from her hand and crashed on the floor. He heard her curse and stomp her foot on the floor, and he grinned inwardly. He cursed a lot too, especially when he was frustrated with something. The bar was noisy, but because of his heightened senses, he heard her clearly, and probably because he was paying almost all of his attention to her.
She bent to pick up the broken glasses, and Samson immediately knew what would happen before it did. He half rose from his stool to stop her, but it was too late.
The broken glass effortlessly cut into her soft flesh as she tried to pick it up. It wasn’t a very deep cut, but blood immediately began to ooze from it. Samson could see it, but he could smell it.
“Darn it!” she said
“Oh shit!” Samson thought. That was all he needed-the scent of fresh blood on a virtually empty stomach. And the situation was even worse when a vampire like Jacob was sitting right there. He knew Jacob’s love for warm blood better than anyone. He could smell it too, and Samson didn’t want to imagine what ideas would pop into the lunatic’s head.
Isabella stood quickly and grabbed a clean napkin which placed it over the cut, not that would do anything to stop his senses. He could still smell her blood, and he knew that he had to do something about that cut. The faster he sealed her wound, the better for all of them. His saliva could heal her, but how could he do that without freaking her out?
“I’m sorry about that.” he said, still standing, “I could help you with it if you want”
Isabella gave him a puzzled look. Was he a doctor or something? She shook her head. She didn’t need one even if he was. . “No I’m fine” she said, “It’s just a small cut, I don’t know what I was thinking trying to pick up broken glass with my bare hands. Besides, my shift is over anyways”
She turned away from him and signaled another bartender while Samson watched. “Vivian, I have to go take care of this” she said, lifting her finger which was still wrapped in the towel. “Could you clean this up for me” she nodded towards the scattered glass on the floor.
The other Lady nodded and she turned and left the room using the back door only the employees used. When Samson sat back down on his stool, he realized that Jacob Saunders was gone.