His knees first touched the ground, and they all watched as his blood ceased to flow as he desiccated, his skin turning deathly white.
Jeremiah tried to run, but he didn’t get far as one of Jacob’s friends got to him. He plunged his fist into Jeremiah’s chest just as Mark shouted :
“No! We still have to talk to him about George!”
“I don’t care about George” came the reply, as he pulled Jeremiah’s heart out of his chest and his lifeless body fell to the ground.
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Isabella lay on the the bed. They had just returned to Samson’s place and she still wearing the bloody clothes, but she was too weak to take it off. Too weak because she had lost a lot of blood, and she hadn’t even fed on human blood since she turned. Also she still couldn’t believe that she had seen her father that night. After all these years, she had seen her father again, only to find out that he was a vampire hunter. He hunted vampires, and she had just become one. It was a lot to take in for one night.
Samson wanted to talk about it too. He wanted to understand why she had failed to do as he said and almost gotten herself killed. And he wanted to know why the hell she had called a vampire hunter her father. He already knew why, but he didn’t want to believe anything till he had talked to her. For now she needed to feed and she needed to rest.
He returned to the room with the blood bags Darrell had just restocked and sat beside her on the bed. He opened one of them and handed it to her. Isabella grabbed it and began to take huge gulps of it. He was surprised because he thought that she would hate the taste of it at first like most new vampires did, but then he remembered that the taste of blood wasn’t foreign to her. She had already drank his a couple of times.
He watched Isabella finish four of the five bags that he had brought to her before she lay back on the bed and closed her eyes. She looked tired, and Samson knew that she had to rest, but the curiosity was killing him.
He took her hands in his and said softly, “Are you going to tell me what happened out there?” he asked.
She didn’t reply. Instead she shut her eyes tighter and inhaled deeply.
“Belle?” Samson called, hating the fact that she wouldn’t speak to him. Hell, he needed answers and he needed them now. He had to know what was going on. Was that man really her father? Did she know that her father was a vampire hunter? Had this been her plan all along… To come into his life, make him fall for her and lead her father to him? Was any of this even real? He had so many questions in his head that he thought he was going to go crazy if he didn’t get answers. And her attitude wasn’t helping matters at all.
He suddenly dropped her hands and stood up from the bed with such force that Isabella was startled.
“Damm it, Isabella, talk to me” he roared. “You can’t just keep quiet after what just happened. What the fuck is going on? Is that man really your father. I want you to talk to me”
“I do not want want to talk about it right now” Isabella replied. “I am not in the mood”
“Not in the mood?” Samson repeated as if he couldn’t believe his ears. He was so mad that he wanted to slam his fist into something. “You almost got yourself killed out there. I told you not to move. Told you to stay by my side and you told me that you would. Do you think that I would have been able to forgive myself if you had died out there? That arrow would have pierced your heart if I had moved a few seconds late, and all you have to say to me is that you are not in the mood. What the fuck is going on. You better talk to me right now”
“Or what Samson” she asked, daring him with a stubborn look in her eyes. “I’m not saying anything to you. What are you going to do about it?”
Samson stared speechless at her for a few seconds before he asked, “Was all of this a plan with your hunter father? He is your father, isn’t he? Did you plan all this with him. Get close to me, get my trust, meet as many vampires as you can and then hand us over for him and his hunter buddies to slaughter? Was that the plan. Was that why you wouldn’t tell me anything about yourself even when I asked?”
He regretted saying those words immediately they left his lips because from the way she was staring at him…. He knew immediately that his accusation wasn’t true. He had let his anger get the best of him, and now he couldn’t take back his words no matter how much he wanted to.
“What did you just say?” Isabella asked, as she struggled to sit up in the bed. “You think that I planned this whole thing?” she swallowed hard as she fought to control the tears that threatened to spill any minute. She wouldn’t let him see her cry because he was a jerk and he didn’t deserve her tears. “You think that I turned myself into a vampire just to help my father find and kill you? You think that I would sacrifice so much of myself for that? You think that I am not as surprised as you are to see him? You think that any of this is easy for me?”
Samson bowed his head in regret. “I’m sorry, Belle” he said softly. “That was a stupid and crappy thing to say and I didn’t mean any of it. I am truly sorry”
“There is no need to be. It tells me that you do not trust me. I might have turned into a vampire, but you still do not see me as one of your own. To you I am still human and still someone who could betray you and your friends at any time”
“Belle,” Samson began but she didn’t let him finish.
“Get out” she said in a shaky voice as she tried hard to control her temper. “I don’t want to see or speak to you anymore”
“It’s my room….”