Sam's POV
I made sure I was completely calm before I attempted to go back in the house. I wondered why whenever I got a strong pang of emotions like this I would always end up feeling numb… empty. Not even the faintest ghost of smiles lingered on my face now. This was the feeling I hated the most… emptiness. I decided to do something normal and instead of running the way home I decided to walk. I stopped my even fast pace and slowed down. I walked slowly, savoring the night's cool air. I went through the middle of town and continued walking till I was almost downtown. Screaming and laughing teenagers walked past me. Well of course, it was a Friday night; you would expect teens to be out and about. Some waked right next me, ignoring me completely. Girls hugged or made out with their boyfriends, which made a course of jealousy spark within me. Others stared and whispered in each other's ears. Little did they know that I could hear every word as if they were whispering right in my ears. The words "loser" and "weirdo" were uttered often but they did not even affect me the slightest bit. They just rolled off me.
I looked around me, noticing that I was the only one alone, the only one who was depressed but outright showed it. I would bet my house that probably the majority of those smiles were fake. On the outside everybody looks glossy and perfectly happy when on the inside you'd just have a person cracking slowly to tiny pieces while no one notices. Still, fake or not they all looked like they had awesome lives over all. I, on the other hand had every material thing I have ever whished for but I'm still sad. As usual I'm the outcast amongst those surrounding me. A ghost, vaguely looking around for something to live for. Suddenly I heard someone jog up to me, panting low short breaths.
"Wait up!" I heard the exhausted person say from behind me. I continued walking since I didn't know him, so probably he wasn't talking to me.
"Stop for a minute and just listen. I've been trying to catch up to you since I saw you the second time." He continued yelling. I noticed that he was the boy from the telephone booth. Though he had taken off his sunglasses, his sweet scent had made me notice him. He smelled so nice, like apricots, that I had to resist the urge to lick my lips. But he was pestering me in my darkest hour. Not the smartest thing you've ever done , I said mentally to him. Finally I turned around, ready to give him the evils when he suddenly stopped panting and running and looked at me with intense green eyes. Only once had I seen such a vibrant, beautiful colour for eyes and that was when Damon was born. Damon had dirty blond hair like his mother, and deep vibrant green eyes, just like this random guy. Surely he was not Damon's father. Emily had spent half her money to emigrate from Washington to Pennsylvania to be away from her family and to avoid having to tell the father about his son. She said he was still too young to pin him down with the responsibility of a son for her carelessness of not taking the pill. That's all she had ever said to me about Damon's father. What were the odds of him being the father? I ignored my silly theory and just stared, entering in a staring contest.
"What the heck do you want from me?" I asked him finally. I was aware that the hood hid most of my façade but it was obvious that my vampire charm had struck him, as if I needed that. I turned around on my heels, ready to start running if he intended to follow me. As if I needed any more humans around me. Emily and Damon were already enough, thank you.
"Wait, um… do you want to um… grab a movie or something with me? You need like you could really need a lift of spirits."
"Thanks but no thanks. I'm busy, goodbye." I told him, turning around and staring walking away.
"No, please, I promise just a movie. I've just been dumped by someone I really loved. I guess we could relate to each other's pain." He said. I stared at him, amazed. How the hell had he managed to get all that just by looking at me? He smiled sweetly, showing cute dimples on both sides of his face. I tried to make myself smile but the corners of my mouth wouldn't even quirk up. So it showed this much that it was heart ache, huh.
"I'm Logan. You are…?" he said as he outstretched his hand. I shook it gently.
"Sam." I told him.
"Wow you're cold. It's not that cool tonight." He said as he shrugged off out of his jacket and put it over my shoulders. I grimaced sadly. Not even all the jackets in the world would ever make me feel warm enough to him.
"Why would you do this for a complete stranger?" I thought out loud.
"Because if it had been me I would have wanted someone to do it for me."
"That's weird." I said, realizing I might have hurt him. One didn't find so many people who tought like that. In my few years I had always noticed that the people's motto seemed to be all for me and more for me. Surprisingly his kind smile remained plastered on his face. His green eyes twinkled under the dim lights of the street poles and his sun kissed skin looked glowing.
"Come on. What would you like to see?" he asked me. I shrugged, willing him to choose. He chose X-men First Class. The movie was average, just like any x-men movie I had seen. But something that struck me was the phrase 'Mutant and proud'.
Yeah, right. As if I'd be able to shrug and say vampire and proud. The move ended after two hours and we got out. We exchanged the usual small talk. I had surprisingly gotten better at that over the years. I had also improved my lying techniques and concealing all emotions. We passed through some allies, talking casually when suddenly I heard some whispers and small movements. I sighed loudly. I was so not in the fucking mood to fight.
"What is it?" He asked me.
"Thugs." I replied lazily. I felt alarm radiating off him. He gawked at me and my cool when we were probably going to get attacked.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" A man said as he stepped out of what he would call darkness. I could see him perfectly.
"Looks like we've got a couple. How sweet!" Someone else said making kissing noises. Real mature, dude. A trio of guys stepped out of the shadows. One had a baseball bat in his hands.
"I'm not in the mood. Get out of my way." I said, stopping just a couple of meters away from them.
"Wow, quite a big ego for such a tiny body." Someone said.
"We'll see soon, now shall we." Another said as he tried to put his arms around me. Just as I was about to punch his pathetic face, Logan jumped in front of me.
"You shall not even touch a lock of hair on her body!" he said menacingly. He did have guts, I'll give him that. Suddenly the thug tried to punch him in the nose but he blocked it easily. A fight broke out. Two of the guys went for Logan while the group with the bat came for me. I remained expressionless, petrified, until one of them flung the bat at me. He thought he would knock me could but instead I blocked the shot using one hand. I pulled the bat out of his hands, and I saw them blinking in bewilderment. I made sure that my back was to Logan so that he wouldn't see me. I smiled a bitter, callus smile at them and bent the bat in half until it broke it two pieces. Their eyes had almost literally bulged out of their sockets.
"How is it possible… with her bare hands?"
"She broke it in half without even batting an eyelash."
"What are you?"
I sighed. "Thugs are so not creative! It's always the same question." I said, juggling the broken bat pieces in my hand. They started running but I caught up with them without even using vamp speed. These guys were really a piece of cake. I knocked them out cold, leaving them on the gravel. I turned around, finding that though those two guys did look beaten up they were about to stab Logan. One of them grabbed him from behind and the other was about to stab him. Logan was looking back, trying to figure out how to release himself from the thug's grip so I took my chance. I ran in the speed of light just as he was about to lower the dagger over his chest. I shielded him with my body, yes though small I was practically an indestructible shield. When the blade met skin it didn't meet Logan's soft, vulnerable skin but my granite-like, cold one. It practically rebounded off my shoulder. I heard his astonished gasped and smiled my best sickly-sweet, sarcastic smile.
"That wasn't very nice, now was it?" I asked the thug in front of me.
'How the-" he started but I kicked him softly where the sun didn't shine. Had I used my full force I would have most definitely killed him with pain. While the thug who held Logan got distracted seeing his boss crumbling to the ground, Logan elbowed him in the gut and when he let go he kicked him again until he fell unconscious.
"Where the hell did you learn to fight like that? You practically kicked ass out there!" he exclaimed while looking at the man I had fought with disbelief.
"Umm…Italy." I said truthfully. Yeah, the student had learnt from her master. Alec did kick ass like a pro, with style. Not even one hair disheveled. I added the sarcasm part to the fights myself, as a signature.
"I was expecting Tibet or on top of the Himalayas among the monks." He told me sarcastically.
"Well. I learnt in Italy. Deal with it." I told him smirking. I handed him his jacket and pulled up my hood since it had fallen during the fighting
"Come on, let's get going or else you'll end up kicking more gang ass." He told me. We left them there. Someone was bound to find them and if now, they'd wake up eventually. We walked together for almost half an hour until we arrived to his house.
"As a gentleman I feel that I should walk you home." He told me, trying to loop his arm through mine but I cringed away.
"I can kick ass just fine alone." I told him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." I said and began to walk away.
"Wait."
I rolled my eyes. "Again with the waiting."
"Sam, I don't live here. I'm just bunking with my cousin for two weeks and I leave in two days. Would you give me your number or e-mail so that we can keep in contact?" he asked me shyly.
"No."
"No?" He said disappointed, his face falling in dismay.
"Yep." I answered his question.
"Yes!" he said, thinking I had changed my mind.
"Stop playing with words. No, I will not give you my private information."
"I would never use it against you." He said, thinking that I had suggested that he would give out my info to anybody.
"I'm sorry. I don't like bindings. I'm not good with dealing with relationships." I told him truthfully.
"Are you sure?" He asked once more. Why did he always doubt me?
"Yes. Believe me, it's better this way." I told him. He was obviously clueless. It hadn't occurred to him that I wasn't your average teen. I don't know many seventeen year olds there are who can kick ass like that.
"A hug goodbye?" he said, opening his arms, expecting that I step in his embrace.
"Sure" I said and stepped into his friendly hug. It did last a little bit more than I expect a friendly hug would.
"Goodbye, Sam. Perhaps we'll meet again some day." I highly doubted that though I was curious to check his future. Yet for some reason I didn't feel like it.
"Bye, Logan. Have a nice life." I said and I probably really meant that phrase for the very first time in my life. When he disappeared in his house and I listened carefully to make sure that he wasn't still peeking through the window. I ran away like a breeze towards my house.
Back home, Emily was still up and Damon was crying like a sprinkler. I instantly felt guilty for abandoning her alone. I went in the kitchen and made a cup of hot chocolate for Emily and a bottle of 'Bebelac' for little Damon. I went in front of her room and knocked.
"Come in." she said flustered. I found her with blackish bags under her eyes and rocking Damon back and forth. "Come on, go to sleep. I'm tired." She said to him. I shook my head.
"Em, give me the baby and get to bed now. I made you a hot chocolate. Are you hungry?" I asked her as I took Damon from her hands, and gave her the hot chocolate. She sat down on her bed and slumped down, her shoulders forming an arch.
"I never knew how much I needed you Sam. Damon killed me today. I'm so tired. How do you manage sleeping so little and waking up at the peak of dawn?" I shrugged, signaling her to go to sleep.
"I'll look after Damon tonight. You rest till you're all beautified." I said and smiled kindly at her. She drowned down her last few gulps of hot chocolate and went to the bathroom to care for her needs. I fed Damon his bottle and after I made him burp, I rested him on my shoulder and started rocking back and forth like Emily had done. After twenty minutes of rocking Damon was sound asleep in my arms. The second I tried to put him down his eyes split open, so I grabbed him back up again and continued rocking. I closed my eyes imaging that Alec was here. He would have most definitely grab me from behind and sway me from side to side. I was actually enjoying this. It felt peaceful. Damon rested in my arms meanwhile I imagined Alec's presence next to me. I imagined him caressing my hair. Telling me that he loved me and that he would never leave me; I never wanted to get up from my imagination. It was such a nice place.
"Sam!" I heard Emily say to me. I was so enjoying the happy place in my mind that I almost felt annoyed at Emily's interruption.
"Go to sleep Em!" I told her.
"I did. For ten straight hours. It's noon." She said, probably resisting the urge to say 'duh.'
"Oh." I said and opened my eyes. So I had rocked Damon for almost ten hours straight. Wow. I would never underestimate the power of imagination ever again. Time had practically flown away. I smiled sheepishly at her. I handed her the baby with caution, chuckling at how clueless I was. I made Damon his usual bottle and whipped up some pancakes for Emily and an espresso. While Emily drowned the pancakes in maple syrup, I brought in the kitchen Damon's pram and set it aside. I took him in my hands after his mother fed him and put him there. His vivid green eyes glowered at me. It made me suddenly remember Logan. I was about to ask Emily about him but than I decided against it at the last minute. I did not need to worry Emily with this silly stuff.
"I'm going to take a shower." I told her and left to my room.