Samson. How had he gotten her clothes cleaned and dried so fast? Was Samson downstairs? Her heart fluttered excitedly and her hands suddenly felt clammy. Surely he wasn’t downstairs or he would have come up. She had to stop over thinking and try to control her excitement.
“There is a card with the flowers.” Paul said, and he placed the vase with the flowers on the side table in the foyer before he left.
“Thank you.” Isabella said breathlessly.
After she shut the door and hung her clothes in the wardrobe, she looked for the card. Why would he send her two dozen red roses? The butterflies in her stomach started to dance. She had to sit down. He was going to ask her out on a date. She was very sure of that. That definitely had to be the reason for the flowers.
He was asking her out on a date… In a note. How very old fashioned and romantic, she thought as she smiled foolishly to herself.
The card was handwritten in neat letters. It read :
My sincerest apologies for last night once again. I’m really honored to have had the opportunity to meet a wonderful woman like you. Do have a great day today.
Samson Perry.
Isabella’s heart sank.
Well, that was impersonal and definitely not an invitation on a date with him.
She wasn’t supposed to feel like that, but she did, and that was because she had stupidly let herself hope for something crazy to happen. All because she couldn’t get over a simple Kiss. Why would he be attracted to someone like her anyways, she thought. He was way out of her league and she had no one to blame but herself for having such ridiculous thoughts.
She dropped the note on the table and headed for the bedroom. Thanks to Samson Perry, now not only was her day going to be long and tiring, but she was going to be frustrated and pissed off too.
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Joe’s bar was owned by a vampire named Joe. It was at this bar that most of the vampire’s hung out, because here, they could be themselves. They could use their powers without worrying about being seen by humans
A few humans usually visited the bar, but most of the time, they had been compelled and mostly brought in by vampires to use as blood bags. The vampire would feed on the human, sometimes even taking turns with their friends until they were sure the human couldn’t take anymore, then they would heal them and compel them to forget.
Some of these humans didn’t usually make it back home alive, as alcohol and a blood thirsty vampire didn’t go well together. Some of the vampires tended to loose their control when under the influence of so much alcohol they they unknowingly took so much blood from their victims, which would result sometimes in death.
Samson hardly spent time at Joe’s, not only because he couldn’t risk killing anyone, but because Jacob Saunders and his ‘goons’ as Samson called them, usually spent most of their time here. Samson detested Jacob’s way of life, and most times he just wanted to strangle the annoying man and get it over with for good. To avoid that, he avoiding being around Jacob, but today, It was different. Today he was the one going after Jacob.
“Stop the car here” Samson said as Mark pulled up in front of Joe’s bar.
Mark did as he was told, but he did that just so he could stare at Samson with a questioning look on his face.
“Why?” Mark asked him. “You never want to hang out here. What exactly is going on? Why are we here?”
Samson didn’t care about the look Mark was giving him, nor did he bother to answer his questions. He was busy unclipping his seat belt, and he would have gotten away if Mark hadn’t put a restraining hand on his arm.
“Look, you know that Raymond and I have your back” Mark began, while Raymond who was seated at the back nodded and tapped Samson on the shoulder. “Now what ever it is that is that you want to do here, I’m sure it’s very important and we’re sure going to go in with you, but you have this look in your eyes man. It’s murderous, and you know what happens when you take a life. You feel good about it at first, but then the guilt comes next. We all know that you, Samson don’t handle guilt so well, so now please just calm down and tell me why the fuck we are here”
Samson didn’t want to listen. Mark had this annoying ability to calm him down and right now he didn’t appreciate the gesture. He didn’t want to be calm, so he shook off their heads.
“Look guys,” Samson said, “I know you both mean well and I appreciate it, but this is something I feel like I have to do and I’m not even sure why. So I just need you both to trust my judgment right now and have my back like you always do. Can I count on you guys to do that for me? As for the guilt, I’m sure that this time, I won’t be so worried”
Raymond and Mark glanced at each other, then back at Samson before nodding their heads.
“Fine” Raymond said, “What ever this is, we are in”
“Great” Samson replied, and without hesitation he opened the door and headed straight for the front door of Joe’s bar.
Mark and Raymond followed closely behind him.
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The bar wasn’t filled up, and most of the people in it were vampires. As Samson came in, he could see a man leaning over a woman who was pressed against the wall. If you didn’t know better, you would think that they were making out, but Samson did know better. He knew that the woman was being fed on by the man, and from the look of things, from the way he saw her hand slowly slip from the man’s shoulder to her side, he knew that she couldn’t take much anymore. If care wasn’t taken, she would be drained of blood.
Samson decided to focus on the topic at hand. He had seen in Jacob’s truck outside, so he knew for sure that he was in the bar. Behind him Mark and Raymond followed closely, wondering what their friend was up to.