Chapter 4
My Favorite
Mark stopped the car with care. “This is it; we’re talking about my favorites. I actually have three, and this is the 3rd one on my list. The Park.” He said while turning the engine off. Mark got out of the car and walked human pace to Sam’s door. He opened it and she slid out painstakingly.
“The park, you like it here?” she asked then remembered the day she spent with
Christian Winterbourne, the way his cold hands held hers. But this was different
she felt butterflies turning over her stomach.
“Wait a minute, you love the view here? This is it?” she asked a little confused. “No, no, no… This is just a taste of the places I love. And the place that has a really beautiful view will be showed for last.. Trust me.” Mark looked at her pleadingly. Sam didn’t remember walking along the stone path, but she was already sitting on the swing. She looked around and she didn’t spot Mark, she panicked.
Sam closed her eyes, seeking a mind to hear and searching a heart to feel and when she found a mind to hear, it was just wonderful.
‘Maybe, if I buy her ice cream she won’t think that I’m panic-stricken.’ She smirked to hear that kind of thought, it was from Mark.
He was buying ice cream in the other corner, ‘I wonder what her favorite flavor is? ’ Mark thought. He close d his eyes and then searched for Sam. Once Mark found her mind, he immediately searched for memories while she was eating ice cream.
(“Mmm, mama I like this one, stwoberry is so good..” a running 6 year old Sam with a brown hair said. “I know it tastes good but… c’mon honey we’ll go out again tomorrow.” Jane said sweetly, smiling at her daughter’s expression. Sam’s curls bounced as she ran towards her mom. “Pwamise mommy? You’ll buy me again tomorrow?” she smiled at her mom.)
And in that instant his vision of the past stopped, he’d already found what he’s looking for and bought the strawberry flavored ice cream.
Sam was still sitting on the swing when Mark reappeared.
“Hey, want some?” he asked. Mark was looking at her with obvious curiosity. “Yeah… sure.” He handed her the ice cream. “Wait a second, how’d you know that strawberry is my favorite flavor?” she gave him a questioning look.
“I… ahm, guessed?” he was panicked when he answered. Slowly and unsure of what he would say, Mark ran a hand through his dark ebony with crimson streaked hair and tousled it.
“Will you please be honest with me? I already told mine.. I just wanna know abruptly come out of nowhere, guess my thoughts and…” she trailed off. ‘And be so attractive, that I can’t resist you.’ She thought. Sam crossed her legs in a graceful manner, and showed her smooth, firm legs. Mark looked at her, as if captivated by her beauty.
“What if I told you I’m a vampire?” his face was suddenly expressionless. Sam felt as if a light bulb lit up at the thought of him being a vampire. But instead of feeling fear, she felt excitement and curiosity. He was looking at her, half-expecting she would run-away any minute.
“Y…you’re a what? A vampire?” Sam stuttered at each word. She stood up and walked towards Mark, who was taking a step back each time she walked forward. “Aren’t you afraid?” he was furiously curious. She stepped a little closer enough, enough for her to feel his breath, ragged and fast.
“I’ve known you long enough, to feel and sense that you’re different from humans, that you’re hiding something, something you’ve kept so long…” she ran a hand through her hair.
