𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝘾𝙐 ❖ ᵐᵃʳᵛᵉˡ ᶜᵉⁿⁱᵐᵃᵗⁱᶜ ᵘⁿⁱᵛᵉʳˢᵉ

To the Cemetery We Go

(It's my birthday y'all lol ♍♍)

(´；ω；') SAMANTHA'S POV

"How does that one taste?" Dad asks gesturing towards the Blood. "Eh, whose is it? It's tastes super sweet, like if you blended chocolate cake and a ton of sugar with chocolate milk." He laughs, "that was your sister's." My face pales I quickly go to the lab bathroom and try to throw it up, dad runs in, "what's wrong?" He asks concerned. "I made a promise to myself that I won't do that to Ashley. I can't risk my instincts going out of control and going after Ashley." Dad rubs my back and I flush the toilet. "Next blood sample, your telling me who's it is." "Okay, but if you do feel like your instincts are going to get of control just run to Bruce's calming room." He says hugging me. "Thanks dad."

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After drinking other types of blood, it was Type O that was the best. I go into my room and check the time, 2:00 pm. I kiss the twins on their foreheads, and change into black leggings, black T-shirt and a Black jacket. I put on my black combat boots and put my wand in it. I put my gun in my other boot, with my staff pen. I grab a sheet of paper and write where I was going. I put my phone in my pocket that is on the inside of the jacket, suddenly Natasha falls from the vent. I look at her, but I keep fixing my stuff. "Where are you going?" "I'm going to check on something, if ash asks tell her I went to go to the cemetery. She will know where I went." She sighs, "are you going to kill someone?" I chuckled, "no, I can't kill what is already dead." "When are you coming back?" "Maybe tomorrow morning or Saturday. Depends if I'm feeling better or not." "If your not back tomorrow, happy birthday." I smile, "thanks, but I might not come back until Saturday." She grabs my shoulder and turns me around and hugs me. "Can you take care of them until I get back?" I ask, "yeah, just come back in one piece." "Okay."

I sneak into my lab and grab some potions, and put them in my backpack I grabbed from my room. Since everyone is in their rooms I go straight out the compound. I put my hood on and I start running.

I stop running in Florida, for a break, I look around and I sense someone close to me. I keep walking, and slowly grab my staff pen. I make a turn and hear them following me. I stop and look at the floor, and pretend I'm grabbing something. I then get back up and start speeding to behind a gas station. I hide in the shadows and the person speeds past me, but stops to look around. I make my pen into my staff and attack. I pen them to the floor, when I look at their face I let go. "Why must you follow me Pietro?" I say making my staff into a pen and put back in my jacket. He gets back up, " I had to make sure you were okay. Where are you going anyway?" I start walking and he follows next to me. "Where do you think I'm going? Where else will I go, Pietro? I'm going to Texas, you dork." "Has something happened for you to go to texas?" I shake my head, "no, I'm just going to talk to someone. Now are you going to go back to new York or keep following me? Cause I want to get there tonight, not tomorrow morning." "Love, I'm following you. You can't make me go back to new York knowing your by yourself in texas." I sigh, "Pietro, I know how to take care of myself." "I know but just in case." We go into the gas station with my sunglasses on, "hello, how can I help you two?" "We're looking for a snack for the road, you know?" I say trying not to show my fangs, Pietro holds my hand. "I have the perfect thing, just wait there." He goes to the back and I look at Pietro. "Can you talk to the people, I don't want them to see my fangs and get scared." "Sure, just stay behind me." The man comes back with a bag of hot Cheetos, two bottles of soda and some Twizlers. He puts the snacks in a bag and does the counting on the register. "That will be 7.23" I take out my wallet and give him 10 dollar bill, "keep the change." I muttered. Pietro grabs the bag and we leave.

As we leave I look for a car, he follows me. When I get to the car I take out my pen and it turns into a car key. "What are you doing?" He asks. I look at him from the driver side, "we're borrowing this car." "Love, can't we just speed there?" "Yeah but I'm tired and want to find the closest motel. Now are you going to get in or run by the car?" He sighs and gets in the car. I start the car and drive off. I take off my sunglasses.

"Why do you like stealing cars?" I laugh, " Because Its fun, and we're not stealing it, we're borrowing it." "Still, you know it's bad, it's not what a hero should do." "Amor, if you haven't noticed, I'm not a hero im a anti-hero. We don't follow  regular hero rules, we do our own thing." He sighs, "do you want some chips?" "No thanks, I'm probably just drink some bad guys' blood." "You know you can just drink some of mine. I have no problem with it." I press the breaks, and I look at him. "Pietro, I'm not going to drink your blood. I still don't have control when to stop. I might kill you if I try." He grabs my hand, and grabs my chin. "Samantha, I trust  that you will not kill me." "Yeah, I'm not going to risk it." I keep driving with a serious face. He sighs, and shakes his head. Fr the corner of my eye I can see him getting something out his pocket and I suddenly smell his blood.

"God, Pietro. Why the fuck would you do that? Damn it." I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, I can feel that my knuckles turning white. With one hand I grab the bag of hot Cheetos and eat some to take my mind off his blood. He grabs the bag of chips away, and throws them in the back of the car. "Come on, love. Just trust yourself, like I trust you." "No, Pietro. When we get to the motel your going to put a bandage on that cut. I want you to order two separate rooms, just in case." He stays quiet and I drive us into the motel parking lot. We get out and enter the reception desk.

"Hello, how can I help y'all?" The old lady at the desk asks. "Yes, my girlfriend and I need a room." I growled and hit his side slightly.
"Of course, is it okay that it has one bed. Since it's the only ones open." "That's perfect, how much for a night?" "That will be 40.38." I pass Pietro my wallet and he gives her the money. she gives him the key and we walk out." "I hate you sometimes." I muttered, "your still going to cover up that cut." "No, I'm not. Your going to learn to trust yourself, love. If it's the last thing I do." "Amor, it will be your last thing you do before I accidentally attack you." I say as we get into the room. I put my stuff in the drawer. Suddenly I'm pushed into the chair and I feel him tie me to the chair. "Love, I'm going to leave you in that chair, until you can trust yourself." He says grabbing the other chair and sit in front of me with his cut still open. I glare at him, "boy, get it through your thick head of yours, I am going to hurt you." I say closing my eyes, trying to calm my senses. His blood is getting stronger. I can feel my teeth hurting and getting sharper. I grip the side of the chair. I open my eyes and I can see from the mirror on the side of the room that my eyes are glowing red. He gets up and puts his wrist next my face, "come on, love. I don't want to leave you in the chair all night." I shake my head, "I might as well stay I the chair, if it means your safe." He grabs his knife and cuts his rope, and then cuts his hand again. "Damn it Pietro." I stay in the chair, but the smell gets stronger. I get up the chair and speed off to the restroom, but when I try to open the door, it's locked. "You can't get out love." I groan, I go to my backpack and look for the first aid. I get out bandages and speed off next to him. I grab his arm and he struggles. I tighten my grip and wrap his arm. "Come on, Samantha." He says taking off the bandages. I groan, the smell is to much. "fine, just tell me when you feel like you're getting light headed." He smiles and sits across from me on the bed, he gives me his wrist. I look at him in the eyes, and I shake my head. "You, roadrunner, Are very stubborn and stupid." "I know but I'm not as stubborn as you, princessa." I grab his wrist, "I hate you sometimes." I bite into his wrist he muffles a whimper, but then calms down. I drink some of his blood and it tastes divine, take another gulp.

After like two more gulps, I can feel him getting weaker. So I let go, "no more, if I keep going you'll pass out, and I really don't want to carry a passed out roadrunner." "Are you still hungry?" "No, different types of blood fills me up. Here eat this, I don't want you dying." I say grabbing my backpack and giving him a granola bar. "Do you trust yourself now?" I look at him, and I pin him to the bed. "Pietro Maximoff, if you keep asking stupid questions. I might as well kill you myself. To answer you question, no. As long as I get new powers I will never truly trust myself. Now shut up and go the fuck to sleep, before I knock you out myself." I sigh and lay back down on my side of the bed. He puts his around my waist and pulls me close to him. I hear his heartbeat slow down meaning he's asleep. I sigh and got to sleep as well.