Is it wrong to love a vampire?

Chapter 15

Sam sat on the back stairs, having already checked Aly's head and it wasn't a deep cut. Chad's pained face made you think she was dying, not healing. Sam laid a reassuring hand on Chad's arm, giving him a squeeze before leaving. She watched Nate and Jet stand at opposing ends of the table, their heads bent over maps of the area.

'Why are we so secretive?' Sam pushed the question out to both of them, it hanging in the room between them. Nate looked up from the map.

'Georgia's gone.' He stated bluntly, emotionless.

Sam's head spined. 'What do you mean gone? How could she be gone? What happened to her? We have to find her.'

'No shit, Sherlock.' Jet scoffed, from the other end of the table.

Sam dragged her eyes over to him, ready to spite him. 'Don't be a dick. Just because she's your true love, doesn't give you control.' She snapped.

Nate shot her a warning look, she wasn't meant to know about the prophecy but Nate had let it slip when Georgia first came here.

'True love isn't real.' He called out flatly.

'Well, what do we need to do?' Sam turned towards Nate, expecting him to be reasonable.

'We need to save the princess from her tower.' Jet laughed wildly.

'What's he talking about.' Sam said turning back towards Nate.

'Sam, Nick has Georgia.'

Sam chocked, this was bad, and she knew how bad this was. 'Does he know?' Sam shot a look across to Nate.

'He's suspecting.'

'Then we should tell him.' Sam insisted, the words already building in her throat.

'No yet, we need to wait.'

'For what, her to reveal herself?'

Nate got a sad look in his eyes 'Something like that.' He wearily smiled.

It was so hard for Sam to see him so upset. She wrapped her arms around Nates waist and crushed herself into his chest, he was so big, so protective, the defeat written on his face was wrong. She heard him sigh before he wrapped his muscled arms around her, grateful for the contact.

'Oh Sam, what would I do without you.' Nate said.

Sam shrugged. 'I honestly don't know but I do know you wouldn't have to deal with him.' She jerked her thumb in Jet's direction.

Her attempt at humour had failed, Nate didn't laugh and Jet kept staring into space, the air felt heavier. Sam pulled herself out of Nates arms and walked over to her brother. Sam wrapper her arms instinctively around him, his body shook as faint tears hit his pale jeans. She held him closer and stroked his hair like she remembered her bother doing to her, long ago. Trying to take all the pain and hurt from him.

'We will find her Jet, I promise.' Sam whispered into his hair.

Sam's eyes clouded with her own tears, streaking a wet line down her cheek before the drops of salty water fell through the air and hit the ground below with no splash. Her arms were coaxed off Jet and she turned around and cried into his chest. Nate's arms wrapped around her like a protective shield, sheltering her from the rest of the world. Nate led her to the low pillow puffs, gently placing her down before sitting. She fell into him, tears streaming uncontrolled down her cheeks.

'It's not fair.' She cried between sobs. 'It's not fair, it's not fair.'

'Shh. It's okay.' Nate said patting her hair down.

'I can't believe this is happening, I don't want this to be happening.' Sam continued crying.

Nate held her tighter and rocked her in his arm. Her sobs turned to whispering as she looked up and saw Jet, his cheeks tear stained, his face paler than usual, his eyes were so sad, so broken. Sam looked away, she couldn't stand seeing her brother in such pain. She looked back up at him, a mask was there. One of an impenetrable fortress, it looked so cold, so hurt and yet so evil.

'I'm going to kill him.' Jet hissed. 'I will not let him get away with this.'

She looked up at Nate and saw him nod in agreement. She dropped her eyes, it wasn't the hurt or sadness she couldn't look at, it was the pain turned bloodlust that turned her body to ice. She stared into the floor, the floorboards reflecting her sad face. Another trickle escaped out her eye and hit the floorboards without a splash, no one seemed to notice as she stared at that single tear. Her reflection stared back at her and Sam knew where to start.