Sam laid back on the bed and smiled. She was going to like California. Not only was she far away from home, and able to start any new life that she chose; but she was living in an incredible house with some incredibly nice people, half of whom were hot guys. Life was good.

Sam was surprised her parents hadn't protested her living there, especially since there were guys in the house. If Jake wasn't her other roommate, she knew it would have been a whole 'nother story. He was always protective of her and their parents knew it.

Sam shook her head as she remembered Jake telling Trey to behave around her. It'd be fun to flirt with Trey. It was too bad he was already taken by Raven.

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That night, after dinner, they gathered in the family room. Emily had announced, after they had eaten, that they all wanted to talk to Sam about something important. She suddenly got nervous as it felt more like an intervention than an after dinner gathering. But Sam didn't drink or do drugs, so that couldn't be the problem they had with her.

Sam looked worriedly around the room as people took their seats. Had she done something to offend them? Were they kicking her out? "What's going on?"

Emily cleared her throat. "Sam, when we came to your house for Thanksgiving you had a lot of questions about us. Me and Jake, specifically, do you remember?"

"Sure." Sam looked at her brother curiously.

"You've known for years that I'm different than most people," Jake said quietly.

"That's an understatement." Sam gave him a cheeky grin.

"Exactly. Sam, everyone in this room has something different about them. And they want to tell you their secrets, if you're willing to hear them out, and have an open mind."

Sam inwardly sighed in relief. It wasn't about her. She hadn't done anything wrong. Sam smiled at her brother. "I know you have some sort of special power or something, Jake; same with Emily and George. I'm not afraid of the truth. I've never told Mom and Dad all I've seen and heard you do. I never would tell them or anyone else." She looked around the room at the group gathered there. Hopefully, her friends as well.

"I guess start with me then," Jake took a deep breath. He came over and sat on the coffee table in front of her. "Sam, you know already that I have dreams that come true." He took her hand. She nodded. "Some can be pretty downright scary." His voice was low and thoughtful.

"Yeah. I know. It's okay," she told her brother, squeezing his hand. "I believe you. I'm okay with who you are, Jake. I always have been."

"Thanks. I'm still learning stuff. I should be able to see things when I'm not sleeping. I'm already starting to. We're not sure what else I may be able to do in time."

"Whatever it is, we'll deal with it. Together." Sam squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"Sam already guessed about my being Aurora and I explained to her how I was able to do it," Emily told the group and then turned to Sam, "Do you have any questions about that?" Emily asked her tentatively.

"No. Astral projection," Sam shrugged like it was nothing, when she was truly amazed and awestruck at Emily's abilities. "I did a little reading on it."

Emily smiled. "Astral projection is one thing I am able to do. I am also what they call a Guardian. I protect all that is good. My powers are strong and I can do many things: I can read minds, and I can speak as if I'm in your head, I can see into the future, I can heal. Every day my powers grow stronger and I find that I can do many more things and at a greater possibility. It is vital that if you need help with something that you seek my assistance immediately."

"She always talk like that?" Sam asked the room.

"You should see her in a trance," Jake told her, smiling at her easy acceptance of what they'd already told her.

"Sam knows my secret already," George said from his spot on the couch, sending her a tender smile.

Sam nodded and smiled back at him. She was grateful to him for sharing his secret with her so soon after they met. It showed that he trusted her and that meant a lot to her.

Raven sat down on the coffee-table next to Jake. "It's tradition that I go first."

Jake got up to return to his seat next to Emily to give Raven some more room.

"Sure," Sam answered, curious as to what Raven could do.

Sam did a double take at Raven's face. Her eyes were red and puffy as if she'd been crying. It wasn't noticeable from far away, but Raven sitting right in front of her, Sam could tell. And, of course, Sam had experience covering up red, puffy eyes from crying, so she was familiar with the makeup tricks that Raven had tried to implement to hide the fact that she'd been crying from her friends.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked her quietly, almost under her breath so their brother couldn't hear. Raven's eyes slid to Trey, Sam noticed.

"Fine," Raven murmured. She cleared her throat and said loudly, "Now, I'd like to demonstrate. It's more fun that way," Raven said with a forced smile and placed a candle on the table next to her.

"Nothing up the sleeves." Raven showed Sam her bare wrists. She was wearing a tank top so there were no sleeves. The candle lit when Raven turned to look at it.

"Cool!" Sam gasped, "Do that again!" She blew out the candle. Raven lit the candle with her mind a second time. "That's freakin' awesome!" Sam exclaimed laughing.

"Thank you," Raven said with a genuine smile and stood up, "I also have some power over the weather. It seems to be an elemental thing. I can make the sun shine brighter or create a rain or snow storm."

"Wow!"

Raven crossed the room and returned to the couch she'd previously been sitting on.

"My turn." Ray spoke up from across the room, but didn't get up from his seat. He looked Sam over from head to toe, "How much do you weigh?"

"About 115," she replied, looking at him puzzled. Sam yelped as she started being lifted up in mid-air with no one holding on to her. She floated around the room."Oh my god!"

"Ray, put her down," Jake told him in an annoyed tone.

"Where do you want her?" Ray asked, moving Sam over more towards Jake with his mind.

"This is so cool! I'm flying!" she exclaimed, smiling in wonder. Ray moved her back to the couch and set her back down lightly onto her seat.

"Hey, how come I got a candlestick flown at me and she gets to be flown around?" Jake complained. Ray turned to face him and Jake was suddenly lifted up into mid-air. "Okay, okay, put me down," Jake yelled.

"You're no 115," Ray groaned, holding the side of his head as he put Jake down a little roughly onto his feet.

"Never claimed to be," Jake answered, glaring at him.

"So, who's next?" Sam asked, looking at Isabella, Tony and Trey.

"Please, don't have Tony tell it," Jake told them seriously.

Tony smiled menacingly, remembering how he had told Jake.

Trey suddenly got up. "I'll tell her," He moved to sit down in front of her on the coffee-table. He took her hand in his.

"Watch it, Casanova," Jake told him, his jaw clenched.

"Samantha." Trey kissed her hand gently.

"Yes?" she asked a little nervously at the dark look in his eyes. She looked over at Raven, who was sitting with her arms crossed, scowling at Trey. Sam frowned wondering what Trey and Raven had fought about, as it was obvious that they had fought, but she turned her attention back to Trey.

"You may have guessed that Tony, Isabella, and I are somewhat related, no?"

"Tony and Isabella are cousins, right? Are you one of their brothers? Or another cousin?"

"Not exactly. You see, Tony and Isabella, well, they told you a little white lie. It's necessary in cases such as ours. I do hope you understand," he said charmingly.

"O-kay," she said with a frown, looking around the room at the others hesitantly.

"You see," he said, bringing her attention back to him. "Tony is my father. And Isabella is my daughter."

Sam blinked. "Come again?"

"You see. We're ... vampires," Trey tried to sound confident and nonchalant, though there was a nervous hitch in his breath.

"Vampires," she repeated, blinking again in disbelief.

"You know, we wear all black, avoid the sun or shrivel up into ash, fangs, drink the blood of the living." He waved his hands back and forth as if it were an everyday occurrence to do those things.

"You're joking," Sam laughed nervously.

"Would you like a demonstration of us as well?" he asked with a slow grin.

"Don't you touch her!" Jake threatened sharply, stepping forward, scowling at him.

"Chill." Tony pushed a hand to Jake's chest.

"It's fine, Jake," Sam told him. "It's a bit harder to comprehend. And I wouldn't mind some sort of demonstration," she looked at Trey and bit her lip.

"I don't want to scare you," Trey said softly, taking her hand again.

"You don't scare me," she answered, lifting her chin.

"Sam, they're for real, okay," he told her gently. "I don't think you need to see..."

"I can handle it, Jake," Sam said firmly, glaring at him for interfering.

"I can't," George broke in, his face paling, "No blood, okay, Trey?" he said with a groan.

"What do you want to see, Sam?" Trey asked her gently.

"I don't know. I guess you have fangs, right?" she asked, scrunching her face in thought as she studied his face.

Trey nodded. He smiled at her so she could see his teeth.

"I don't see any fangs," Sam said, looking at his teeth closely. They were perfectly white and straight and would be considered a dentist's dream. Suddenly, fangs came down from his gumline so quickly she would have missed it if she had blinked.

"Whoa," Sam breathed in awe. "Can I touch them?" she asked excitedly.

"Sure," he said with a shrug. He opened his mouth wide so she could peer in. She put her hand up to his mouth but hesitated.

"I won't hurt you," Trey said firmly, looking into her eyes. "I'm old and I'm always in control."

His eyes had turned dark. His eyes usually were light like honey. Now, they were nearly black. She looked over at her brother, who seemed annoyed, but not scared. Sam ran her finger across a fang. It was hard and solid like any other normal tooth. She pulled slightly on it to be certain. It didn't budge.

"Co-ol," she said, taking her hand away. "So, how come you're all the same age?" she asked, looking from him to Tony to Isabella.

"We all died and transformed at the same age, but at different times. We're all about five hundred years old," Isabella explained from her position next to Tony. Her arm was tucked into his.

"Well," Sam said, her eyes blinking rapidly as she absorbed this information, "you all look great for your age."

"Thank you," Isabella laughed at her unexpected comment.

"Sam," Jake said quietly. "Why are you taking this all so easily?" he asked, moving closer to her concerned.

"Jake, you're too uptight for someone with these gifts." Sam took his arm in hers. "You live with these people everyday and yet you're still scared of what they can do. Of what you can do. I've known you most of my life, and accepted from the beginning what you could do. I don't fear them as I don't fear you." She squeezing his arm in reassurance.

"Well said." Trey patted her knee.

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Later that night, Sam unpacked her suitcase. She put her things in the antique white dresser drawers that Emily had provided for her. She was happy to be living at the large Victorian mansion. The house was beautiful yet it held a certain mystery to it that had her trembling as she had walked up to the front door. When the door had opened she felt no fear. In fact, she felt like she had returned home from a very long trip.

The fact that her brother had already lived there and was happy had been an encouragement for her to come. Now, being there herself, she felt she had made the right decision being there.

Sam turned and nearly screamed when she glanced at the mirror. She spun around to look at him. The gorgeous creature stood before her. His light brown eyes met hers in understanding of her reaction.

"I didn't mean to startle you." His voice was husky yet musical.

"Yeah, you did." Sam crossed her arms to look at him.

"Maybe a little." He put his index finger and thumb together as he took a step towards her.

Sam backed up. Her rear end pressed into the dresser's edge. "I thought vampires didn't have reflections."

"There are a lot of myths about us." He shrugged, taking another step towards her. She backed into the dresser some more, nearly sitting on it. "That was some show you made tonight. Your brother is convinced."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She defiantly lifted her chin.

He stepped in front of her. His eyes gazed into hers. Sam watched them turn from a light honey brown to a dark maple syrup.

"You don't think that I can't hear the blood rushing through your veins?" he said in a low menacing voice, "That I can't hear your heart racing...pounding... louder and louder with each miniscule beat in your chest?" he growled, his body moving into hers, his hands went behind her onto the dresser trapping her.

"Well," Sam swallowed nervously, "you are a vampire. I guess you'd know."

"You fascinate me." His eyes dropped to her mouth then to her neck.

"Me?!" Sam swallowed.

"What makes a woman pretend to a vampire that she's not frightened of him? When she so clearly is."

"I'm not frightened of you, Trey," Sam told him, thinking if she said his name, if she personalized him and thought of him as a person she wouldn't be as scared as she was.

"No?" Trey began to lightly kiss her neck.

Sam gasped in surprise."What are you doing?"

"Conducting an experiment." He moved swiftly to kiss her lips.

Sam pulled away, but he moved forward catching her lips."What about Raven? I thought she was your girlfriend."

"We broke up," Trey murmured against her lips.

"What? Why?" Sam asked confused.

The couple had seemed perfectly happy when she arrived earlier. Even though it had been obvious that they'd had a fight earlier, Sam had been sure that the couple would quickly work things out.

"Everyone's a bit uncomfortable with the fact that father and son have a... thing... for the same woman. Including us. So we have... what is that saying? Called it quits?" Trey shrugged and began kissing her neck again.

"So, you decided to move on to me?"

He chuckled, amused by her shocked tone. "Is that such a bad thing? Maybe you're the woman I should be with?"

Sam pushed him away even though she hated to admit she liked him kissing her. "Stop," she said just as much to him as to herself. It wasn't fair to Raven. "What do you want?"

"What do you think I want?" Trey challenged, his eyes darkening even more and they were now almost black.

"Get out," she said firmly.

Trey chuckled. "You think you can just tell me to leave and I'll leave?" He put his arms around her waist and pulled her tightly towards him.

"If you were a gentleman you would," Sam told him, her eyes narrowing on his.

"Who said I was a gentleman?" Trey raised an eyebrow.

"Get out." She pushed against him.

"Not until you admit you're afraid of me," Trey told her, holding Sam to him.

"Fine, I'm afraid of you. Ooh, big, bad vampire." She wiggled her fingers in front of his face as if he were a boogey man.

Trey laughed. "Fascinating, but so unconvincing." He opened his mouth, showing her his fangs dropping into place and with near lightning speed headed towards her neck.

Trey's face slammed into what seemed like a glass wall. He yelled, jumping backwards. His hand went to his forehead, running it as if he banged it really hard against something.

"Trey, can I have a word with you a minute?" He heard a golden voice behind him.

"This isn't over, little one," Trey hissed the promise into Sam's ear.

Emily grabbed his arm, and pulled him amazingly away to a safe distance from Sam. "Out," Emily ordered him, pushing him out the door.

Trey looked Sam over once, over his shoulder, satisfaction crossing his face as he saw her fear. Emily closed the door behind them, cutting off his view of Sam.

"Come." Emily led him into another room and positioned him onto a couch. He slumped over it, covering his face with his hands. Emily went to close the door. She quickly returned and slid on the couch next to him. "Drink," she told him firmly, pulling her hair back.

"No," was the muffled response, behind his hands.

"You won't hurt me, Trey," Emily said gently.

Before she knew what hit her, she was laying on the couch with Trey on top of her, his fangs deep in her neck. He drank hungrily and then collapsed when she pushed him off of her.

"I'm sorry, Em," he said between heavy breaths. "God," his voice broke, "I'm so sorry."

"You can't cut yourself off cold turkey from live blood, Trey. It takes time," she told him sympathetically.

"Did my father tell you that?" he asked, wiping her blood from his mouth.

"Yes. Besides other resources," she said standing up, clutching her neck. When she took her hand away there was no blood nor puncture mark thanks to her gift of healing. "I'm going to check on Sam."

"No!" Trey protested, stopping her in her tracks. "I should," he said lowering his voice, less angrily. He tried to get up.

"You are going to stay there. I'll get Ray. He'll give you more blood."

"No," he protested.

"Under this roof," Emily said firmly, "I'm in charge, got it?" she pushed him back down, so he was sitting back on the couch.

He smiled, shaking his head amused. "Yes, ma'am," he said complacently. He leaned back and closed his eyes too tired to protest further. "Emily," he said, when she reached the door.

"Yeah?"

"Please tell Sam that I'm really sorry I scared her."

Emily frowned."You can tell her yourself. When you're ready."

Emily lightly knocked on Sam's door. Sam opened it a bit teary eyed.

"Are you okay?"

"I could have handled it," Sam told her, annoyed Emily had stepped in as her brother always stepped in to protect her against everything.

"Maybe you could have. Maybe not." Emily shrugged. "Sam, Trey is truly sorry for what he did. He couldn't help himself though. He's been trying to... let's say civilize himself by living off stored blood and animal blood. But it doesn't have the same effect. You can't just switch to it just like that from...well, fresh human blood," Emily explained as she watched Sam pace the room.

Sam shuddered but lifted her head proudly, "Don't tell my brother what happened. He'll freak," she knew Jake well and he always worried about her. He would make a big deal about things Sam felt she could handle on her own. She didn't want him interfering in this. She liked Trey, despite his vampire whack out. Sam was sure that once they got to know each other they'd be friends and Trey wouldn't want to uncontrollably bite her.

"I won't tell Jake. There's no need," Emily patted her arm in understanding.

"Is Trey okay?" Sam asked, trying to peer down the hallway to where Emily had taken Trey.

"He's resting. I was going to go get Ray to give him some more fresh bl...I'm sorry, this may seem so strange and overwhelming for you," she stopped with a sigh.

"I can handle it. Let me give Trey some of my blood," Sam insisted.

Emily shook her head. "I don't think you're ready for that."

"You don't think I'm ready for anything," Sam said bitterly.

"I wouldn't have invited you to come live with us if I had thought that."

"Why did you invite me?"

"Because I think you've grown up in a matter of months. I was unsure when I met you. But I've watched you grow and understand."

"You've watched me?"

"It's not how you think. It's not like I'm spying. Things come to me. I know you've been studying up on parapsychology and have come to understand more what Jake and the rest of us go through."

"Some... things have been happening....Has that been you?" Sam asked, turning to face her.

"No, Sam. It's been you."

"Me? But I don't have these gift," Sam protested.

"Yes... you do." Emily raised an eyebrow, waiting for Sam to deny it. Sam ran a hand through her hair nervously. "Sometimes people of our nature don't get their gifts until they are older. Until they are ready to accept them. Or maybe they push their gift away, setting it aside until they are ready to open it."

Sam blew out a breath. She was afraid to say it out loud, but it was time. And this was the safest place; probably the only place. And the only people to whom she could admit it to, "I...I was always scared. Especially because of how my parents dealt with Jake... taking him to the psychologist all the time. I ... I didn't want them doing that to me. After awhile, it mostly went away. But then, after you all came for Thanksgiving, it was like I couldn't stop it. My parents...they still don't know. I was still able to hide it from them."

"Do you want your gifts, Sam?"

She hesitated."Can it be stopped? Permanently, I mean?"

"Yes...there are ways... if that's what you really want."

"I...I don't know."

"You don't have to decide now. But it becomes much harder to give them up once you learn more of what you can do. You should think it over more."

"I will. Can I...can I at least see Trey?"

"Sure. He's in my study. It's the next door down on the left. I'm going to get Ray."

"Why Ray? Why not Raven?"

"There are still hurt feelings between Raven and Trey. He broke it off because he knew his father's feelings for her and hers for him. He wants them to work that out before pursuing anything further with her. Raven's upset. He's upset. I'd rather they not see each other right now especially while he's in the state he's in."

"He really did break it off with her?"

"Yes. It wasn't easy for him either. That may have what set this all off. In any case, he needs some more fresh blood. I must get Ray."

"More? So you gave him some?"

"Yes."

"But you think I shouldn't?" she asked annoyed.

"I've done it before for Tony. And I have strengths that you do not to fend off the darkness that is consuming him right now."

"Is that what happened to him? Something evil overcame him?"

Emily closed her eyes briefly. "We are in the middle of something really complicated and it involves some really evil things. If you want to leave, I understand."

"You asked me here because you need me, right?"

"We can manage without you if that's what you choose."

"I'm staying. Nothing you can say will make me leave. I know this is bigger than anything I can probably imagine, but I'm not one to back down from a fight."

Emily nodded,"Very well," she said, opening the door and headed to the left through her bedroom and sitting area. Sam watched her go down the stairs and out to the second level stairway

Sam rushed down the long hall to the closed door, where Emily had taken Trey. She knocked on it lightly, but didn't wait for a reply before stepping into the room.

Trey was lying back on the couch with his eyes closed. He looked unusually pale. She walked over to him, but he didn't move. Sam leaned over and kissed his forehead lightly.

"Better stay away," he muttered without opening his eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere. Sam sat down next to him. "How are you? Are you okay?"

Trey opened his eyes to look at the innocent young girl beside him. She was a knockout. She had a cute little figure, short tawny blonde hair that swung around her face as she walked or talked energetically, which she did often. She had the most dazzling light green eyes.

"Go away." He threw an arm across his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at her or want her...and not only for blood.

"My, my, you're irritable when you don't eat," she said sassily.

He laughed and uncovered his eyes to look at her. "God! Nothing phases you, does it?"

She shrugged, "Not particularly."

Trey sat up straight. "Look, Samantha...I want to apologize for what I did to you. Or rather, what I was about to do to you."

"Would you really have bitten me?"

"Without blinking." His eyes flashed to her neck. "Go. Before I try again." He closed his eyes when all she did was stare at him. "I really don't want to hurt you, Sam," he said with a sigh. "Please go."

"When you're like this, I wouldn't mind." She touched him lightly on the arm.

"Don't say that!" he yelled, pushing himself away from the couch, and crossed the room to the window.

"You try to be tough but underneath you're...."

He crossed the room angrily to her, and grabbed her by the upper arm tightly. "You haven't seen tough yet, little girl. Now, get the hell out of here before I'm forced to show you what I really am underneath!"

"We interrupting?" Ray said opening the door and poking his head in.

"Just in time. Get her out of here!" Trey said pushing her to the side roughly knocking her into Ray.

"Down, boy," Ray put his hands up in a supposed calming gesture.

"I'm not your damn dog. You keep that up and you won't live to see my daughter another day!" Trey yelled, his face contorting into rage.

"Em?" Ray turned to her.

Emily crossed over to Trey and put her hands on his biceps. He slid to the floor, slowly until he was seated. "I feel so angry. Like in the beginning..." he said, putting his knees up and leaned his head against them.

She kissed the top of his head and stroked his hair gently. "It's okay, Trey. Just breathe."

"Should I get Tony?" Ray whispered.

"No!" Emily and Trey snapped.

Ray sighed and they were all quiet a moment. "Hey, Trey, I'm happy to give you some of my blood as long as you're doing it as a friend."

"I don't want to hurt you, Ray. I don't want to hurt anyone. I gave that up a long ago. At least, I thought I did. God, what the hell is wrong with me?" Trey clutched at Emily as she helped him up.

"He's using you," Emily explained, "Using your anger. He wants to pull us apart. We are weaker apart."

"Who?" Ray asked.

"The one that killed Massi," Emily said.

"Oh, that one! Great...." Ray laughed sarcastically. "What does he want with Trey?"

"We'll talk about this later. He needs to feed now," Emily said, setting Trey onto the couch.

"Are you gonna kill me?" Ray asked warily, as he unbuttoned the top of his shirt.

"Maybe tomorrow. I'm not feeling up to it right now." Trey grumbled.

"Sounds fair."

"Are you sure you got enough in you?" Trey touched the side of Ray's neck. "My daughter's been doing some of her own feeding I see."

"Don't call her that. It still creeps me out a bit."

"Believe it or not, it creeps me out you're dating her. Give me your wrist."

"You can do it like that?" Ray asked, pushing his sleeve up.

"Sure. Anywhere that there is blood," Trey explained, taking his wrist. Trey's eyes slid to Sam,"You should take her out," he said to Emily without looking away from Sam.

"Come on, Sam," he heard her say.

"But I want to watch," Sam complained.

"No, you don't," Trey said between clenched teeth.

"I'm not a child."

"Get her out!" Trey yelled not wanting her to see him like that.

Emily pushed her through the door and closed it behind them. "Why don't you all want me to see?" Sam demanded, putting a hand on her hip.

"We don't want you passing out on us," Emily patted her shoulder.

"I wouldn't."

"You can see when you're ready."

"That again," Sam rolled her eyes.

"Why don't you go downstairs? Talk to George for a bit?"

"Yes, mother," Sam said sarcastically.

Emily took a deep breath. "Sam. I do things for a reason. Trey's not ready for you to watch. He likes you. Respects you. He honestly doesn't want to hurt you or to scare you."

"Could have fooled me."

"That was the idea," Emily answered, touching her lightly on the arm. "Give him time. One day he'll be okay with you seeing him feed. But not now."

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"That was...different," Ray said, pulling his arm back. It throbbed in pain. Trey pulled out a bandana from his back pocket and wrapped it expertly around Ray's wrist. "Thanks," Ray rubbed it.

"I...I, uh, should be thanking you. And I'm sorry for the pain," Trey looked away. "I usually can prevent it. But I'm weak."

"Ah, it'll be ok," Ray said looking at the make shift bandage.

"Well...thanks," Trey said getting up and heading to the door.

"Hey, Trey?" Ray called.

"Yeah?"

"You ok?"

"Better."

"Are you going to tell Tony?"

"That I tried to attack that poor girl? He's got enough issues with me that he's still trying to deal with. I don't need to add that to it."

"What issues?" Ray asked confused.

"Look, I'm not the six year old kid that was taken from him. I grew up very differently than what he had planned for me. I'm not quite what he expected."

"That's understandable."

"Yeah, well..."

"Hey, um. We never really talked about...are you ok with me and Isabella?"

"As ok as I'd be with any other guy she'd want to be with. You're a good kid, Ray. I don't mind. Just don't break her heart or I'll keep my promise of killing you."

"Well, that's a relief."

Trey laughed.

"Hey," Sam said to George as she came into the kitchen.

"Hi. I heard there's some commotion upstairs with Trey?" he asked pulling two soda cans out of the refrigerator.

"Um, yeah, but it's ok now," Sam said nonchalantly like she didn't almost become vampire food.

"He didn't hurt you did he?" George asked concerned as he handed her a can.

"No, I'm fine," she said looking down at her drink and popped the can open. She drank quickly the cool drink calming her nerves.

"Yeah, you look fine."

"I can handle myself. And Emily stepped in anyway."

"That's good. She's good at calming you down when you're worked up. She's always been great with Tony. He gets bent out of shape every once in awhile and she just calmly talks to him and it's like it never even happened."

"Does he..." she shook her head.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing," she said as Tony walked in.

"Hey, Ton," George said in greeting.

"Hey," he said picking up a newspaper off the table.

"Where've you been?"

"Out," he answered sitting down.

"Where?"

"Just out. What are you my chaperone?!" Tony snapped.

"Just asking, geez," George said.

"The apple doesn't fall far..." Sam whispered.

George laughed lightly.

"What are you two whispering about?" Tony asked glaring at them.

"Nothing," they answered at the same time.