George Grey was a Twenty Three year old vampire who just got turned a few months ago... By Samson. He had been driving home drunk one night when he lost control of his car and swerved into the woods. His car had collided with a tree and the impact had sent him flying out of the car through the windshield. There had been no hope for him because it was very late and no one could find him.But luck had been on his side that night, because Samson had been in the woods that night too. He had run out of blood bags that day and didn't have the chance to restock, so he had decided to go old fashioned. Samson had gone into the woods that night and run into a couple camping there. After he compelled the woman not to scream, he had fed from her husband, then compelled them to forget that anything weird had happened. The couple had returned to their camping and Samson was on his way back when he heard the crash.Using his vamp speed, he hurried to the spot, and there

Inside the hall, Raymond and Vivian danced together. And things were getting hearted. Raymond couldn't deny that he kinda liked this human. She was a feisty little thing and he kinda enjoyed her company. Snaking one arm around her waist, the other around her shoulder, Raymond drew her close. Her head only reached to his chest, making her at least a foot shorter than him.  They weren't even dancing to the rhythm of the music anymore. The music was fast, but their bodies moved differently. He moved his body against hers. She molded to him, and he enjoyed the feel of her warm flesh through her skimpy clothes—thighs brushing, loins grinding. Raymond didn't particularly like dancing, and this was definitely not his taste in music, but he forced himself to dance with her for a little longer, before he made his move. “I want to be alone with you,” he whispered into her ear, inhaling t

A few minutes after they left the hall, Samson received a call that made him leave in a hurry. He didn't give her much explanation and had simply told her that he had something important to take care of.She had called him repeatedly when she got home but he didn't pick up and still hadn't called back. Something was wrong and she had to find out if he was okay.Immediately after her shift ended, she changed out of her uniform and headed to his house. ---------Isabella was surprised when she knocked and Samson's front door was opened by Vanessa, who looked equally surprised to see her."Isabella" Vanessa said, with a small frown on her face. "You are here"Isabella didn't fail to notice the look on Vanessa's face as she stood in front of her. "Yes I am. I came to see Samson. I have been trying to reach him on the phone but he hasn't called back and I was getting really worried. He left in a hurry last night and...." she paused, realizi

He moved slowly towards her, and Isabella watched him. This was the first time she had ever seen him... Scared. Yeah, that was definitely how he looked. When he was in front of her, he took her hand in his.  "That day we met" he began, rubbing her palm with his thumb. Isabella felt the familiar curl in her toes. The kind she always felt whenever he touched her but ignored it. This was not the time to feel like that. "You had a cut on your hand from a broken glass"  Isabella shook her head and he gave her a small smile.  "I know you don't remember" he said, "But that's only because I made you forget."  "That's ridiculous" she said, and tried to pull her hand away but he held on.  "Let me show you" He lifted his hand to her chin so he could look into her eyes. "I want you to remember everything that happened that night" he said simply. Isabella closed her eyes and breathed deeply as the memories came rushing back

“Belle, you have to stop hitting me. I’m sure we can another way for you to show your affection.” He had to hand it to her. She had a lot of spunk, and taming her would be fun, if exhausting, and at times probably painful. “Don't call me Belle. My name is Isabella!” she said Ah, that was more like it. He didn’t like the fearful look she’d displayed earlier. He much preferred her being a fighter. Something he could work with. “You never had a problem with me calling you Belle before, but I understand that you are upset right now so I will let that slide. Can Raymond let go of you now, or are you going to bolt again?” Isabella shook off Raymond's arm as Samson nodded to him. She immediately crossed her arms in front of her chest. Definitely ready for battle. Not that she’d win. Ever. But he’d let her try. “Can we talk now?” he asked Isabella didn’t answer and instead, pressed her lips together even tighter. He knew exactly how he could get those lips to open up, but it was proba