Stockholm Syndrome |||Solby

CHAPTER 21

Sam pov

That night at Mikes house, when i got in bed with Colby i had over a million thoughts rushing through my head. The main one being about the ability Colby has, what else has he seen me think about? My eyes became heavy, my body wanted to fall asleep. But i was in bed with a murderer, there wasn't one doubt in my mind that Colby had ripped someones throat out. He was a monster. Could he hear my thoughts right now? Is he going to kill me? Why the hell am i here? I wanted nothing more than to go home with my friends. I grew up an orphan, i had a very forgettable childhood. So when i met my three close friends, Jake, Johnnie, and Tara, i felt like i had something that i missed out on my whole childhood. I finally had a family. And i had been ripped away from them in the blink of an eye, then both even an hour later i watched a guy be killed right In front of my eyes, and i did nothing. Colby has been telling me from the very beginning that he doesn't want me dead, but if someone was going to kill me it would be him. I cant tell what he means by that. Does he want me to die or not? I wish he would just get it done and over with.  I felt an arm wrap around me, warmth filled my body. I obviously knew who it was, for such a cold hearted guy he was so warm. I felt safe, in the arms of a killer, in the arms of a kidnapper, i felt safe. I knew he was awake because he grabbed my arm and rubbed it gently. Slowly, i fell asleep in his arms.

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Colby pov

I hadn't slept. Vampires don't really need sleep to "live", it's just kind of a bonus to gain energy for hunting or something, but we dont need it. This night in particular i could sleep if i tried. I knew Sam wasn't sleeping, i could feel his frustration flooding the room. I thought about offering him the bed for an hour or so but decided against it, i wanted to keep up a somewhat intimidating persona. However, this failed when i felt sadness spill over his frustration. His eyes roamed the room, he looked at the floor for a minute "Great more hardwood." He thought, he would have the same issue as he did with the chair. The bed caught his eye, "If i could just slip in without waking him, i could sleep on the edge and pretend he's not there." I lifted the sheets and told him to get in the bed. After some back and forth, where mind reading came into conversation, he got in and i could feel him finally relax. I genuinely thought he already knew i could read his thoughts, i had done it many times before and ofter use it to know how to start a conversation. I felt his anxiety ambush him, his head filled with so many questions. One stuck out. "Does he want me to die or not?" I thought i had made it beyond clear that i not only wanted him alive but needed him alive. I put my arm around him and lightly rubbed his arm, in hopes to calm him. Almost immediately calmness crushed his anxiety and his thoughts cleared. He felt safe.

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Chapter 20 pt 2 coming soon ;)