Charlotte's POV:
Having him back was one of the only good things that had happened from my death. He was back and he was the same as me. I had a million questions for him. "What was it like?" I asked him for the hundredth time. He chuckled moved a piece of hair from my face. We were sat on the counter in the bathroom, staring at ourselves in the mirror. "I told you, I don't remember. All I remember was coming back and that's all I want to remember." He smiled.
"You look different," I said quietly. "Good different or bad different?" He turned from the mirror and looked down at me. I looked up at him, "Good different, definitely good different." I smiled back at him and blushed. He frowned, "Do I look better now than I did before?" He whispered. "Well, I think you looked good then and now," It was his turn to blush.
We both looked back into the mirror. We looked so different than what we used to. Once will rosy cheeks and bright eyes that gleaned with light. Now pale and lifeless with ominous red eyes that seemed to ward away humans. Still we were very human like. We breathed and needed to eat and shower. Only one thing seemed to be different, our hearts didn't beat.
Sam leaned his head down to kiss my
cheek. I turned my head to kiss him on the lips which caught him off guard. We kissed briefly but sweetly and pulled away blushing. "Do you-um, can you teach me how to, to hunt?" Sam asked me looking away. "Really? You want to hunt? Like me?" I asked him, shocked. I had never thought of Sam as a killer.
"Yeah, like you," Sam replied smiling at me. "Alright...yeah. I can do that." I smiled back at him. There was a noise from downstairs. Both of our heads snapped up, my instincts perked up and I could tell that Sam's had too. I tip toed around him and started for the door. He grabbed my arm, "What are you doing?" He whispered. "What do you mean? It's just Don." He looked at me strangely.
"No, it can't be Don I would know if it was him." Sam whispered back. "Well, why would anyone else that wanted to hurt us come through the door?" Sam nodded. "Yeah I guess that makes sense. I just, don't know why I can't tell that it's him, I don't like the feeling." I hugged him. "I understand the feeling."
Sam stiffened suddenly. "What's wrong?" He shook his head, no. I tried to move but he just held me tighter. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a gun clicking into place.
