tate and samantha

[Tate Ransom]

Tate agian found himself wondering the streets in his four legged form. He hardly ever went to school anymore, it was just to hard, he missed her way to much. Not to mention when he saw the vampire who stole her from him at school, it took everything in him not to pin the beast to the ground and tear out his throat. That bastard didnt deserve to live, he didnt deserve to breathe, hell he didnt even deserve to look at Samantha. If Tate had his way he would scratch the varmets eyes out, so that he could never again lust after something that didnt belong to him. The thought brought sadistic comfort to Tate. Tate sighed as he continued to walk through the dark alley, his claws tapping on the ground as he went. Tate was easily picked out among the pack. His pelt coloring was a light shade of beige tinted with red, and raptured with grey. His eyes were remarkably like a dogs, soft, loving, compassionate, unlike his fellow pack mates whose eyes were cold, and distant. The way Tate carried himself also made him stand out, his frame was generally submissive and a defeated look always cascade over his muscled body. Tate was in a state of morbid depression, depression that kept getting worse as the days passed. No one seemed to pull a smile out of him anymore, and no one dared try to force him out of it. For when cornered Tate was a dangerous animal, very capable of killing even the closest of his friends. Anger flowed through Tate's verins as well, yet he must be provoked to see the real potential he had as a warrior. Tate shook such thoughts from his mind as he walked through a puddle, causing splashes of water to spray his timber pelt. At that moment it was apparent he had lost the will to live. Tate was becoming more and more reckless as time passed, it was almost as if he wanted someone to strike him down. He acted as if ripping his heart out would be no huge feet. Death was something that was gradually over taking the lycan. He felt alone, as if every road he walked, he walked alone. He could be in the company of his entire pack, and still feel as if he had nothing. As if his life was meaningless, no amount of encouragement or kind words make a flick of difference in his life. He had lost it all the day he lost her, every single pack member knew about her, and many despised her for runing their friend. Yet what they didnt take into account was that their hatred should have been directed at that prick of a vampire who bit her. Tate had looked for him several times outside of school, and too this day had not been lucky enough to find him. But when he did, he would take him out, make him beg for mercy under his claws, to cry as his fangs punctured his neck. The thought of this vampires demise brought a sick smile to Tate's face.

Tate's hatred towards vampires was not nearly as strong as most of his packmates. Tate perferred to avoid the beasts over killing them, yet that one in particular made Tate's morals twist, almost disapear all together. That vampire was the source of Tate's agony, his hidden desire to just fade away. A small whine escape his maw as he thought about her. It seemed every moment of his day circled around seeing her, watching her, wishing that things could have been different. He would give up being a wolf in a heartbeat to hold her agian without distaste. The scent of his inborn enemy caused him to pratically choke back vomit, and he hated this. He hated the fact that his love was destroyed by her scent, and he just wanted to roll over and die because he couldnt have her. She was his everything, his Mona Lisam and so much more. He could remeber the way she looked when she first woke up, how she always thought herself to be hideous and would quickly pull the comforter over her face so that Tate could not see her. He remebered how he used to tell her how beautiful she was, and how it seemed to take forever to coax his sleeping beauty out from behind her blockade of covers. Tate adored the tired look that filled her eyes after they spent all night talking about their future, what life would be like when she ran along side him. Hell he adored her eyes in general. They were so bright, so filled with life, and yet in quick moments it was stripped away. The blond haired teen remebered how she used to run her fingers through his hair, the feeling of her nails dancing across his skin... the chills it caused. How his pores seemed to ignite to her warm touch, how her soft lips felt agianst his. The taste of her mouth, the warmth of her body. These thoughts brought tears to the timber wolves eyes, but he dare not stop. For if he were to lay down now he would sureley never get up. His heart would beat slower as agony clogged his arteries. Life just wasnt fair, and the fact he was to be immortal, only meant one thing. It meant he would spend the rest of his life chasing a damsel he could never have. His heart would yern for ears to feel her touch, her soft lips upon his, her delicate fingers running through her hair. This just wasnt fair and it infuriated him like nothing else. His anger overflowed as his body began to shake, his fur began to bristle, as he continued down the dark alley. He would have his vengence he would. That vampire would suffer, he wanted him to suffer like Tate had to for the rest of his immoratal life. He wanted to rip that cold heart beings heart out, he wanted to let its blood be consumed by the earth. Tate wanted to watch the life drain out of his eyes, as his claw ladened paw pressed down on his chest. He wanted to watch fear consume the monsters eyes when he finally realized this was it, his life was over....

Tate sighed as he neared an all too familiar building, one he spent many nights infront of. As soon as he was sure no one was moving about the grounds he lowered his muzzle to the ground, allowing his nares to begin their work. He began to track several scents until he locked apon hers. Not that he needed to find her, for he knew exactly in which room she slept. Yet his lycan half seemed to get joy from the tracking, thus he allowed it to go un hindered. Tate's auds flipped back as they remained alert to the surrounding noises. As her scent grew stronger so did the desire to vomit, but Tate choked it back, as his pistons took off into a faster beat. Tate was gradually growing used to her scent, and was sure that with in a couple months it would be nothing to him. A slight growl escaped his maw as he corned another creature as he turned the bin. Though quickly relaxed once he realized it was a mere coyote and nothing more. A low snarl escaped his lips, along with a snap of his jaws warning the yote to keep moving. The small creature shook in fright before he bolted towards the woods, causing Tate to want to chase, but he didnt. Tate had made a habit of being outside Sam's window every night at the same time, and to linger their until she awoke. She never caught a glimpse of him, he knew her habits, and was careful to make sure he was never discovered. Samantha awoke the same way every morning. A slight stir, a pulling of the covers over her head, then she would roll over towards the window, yawn, and then her light blue eyes would open, and finally she would gasp. What caused her to gasp Tate did not know, perhaps nightmares consumed his beauties dreams, or maybe she did catch a glimpse of him time to time. Whatever it was it never stopped him from retuning to perch outside her window. Tate did this because he loved her, did this because it was the closest he would ever get to her, but not just that, he wanted to protect her. He wanted to make sure no one harmed her as she slept, that her nights remained peacful. With a smirk he lept upon the ledge outside her window. His muscular body,lowering itself. And like that Tate returned to the attractice blond haired teen he was famous for being. A small smile slipped over his features as he leaned back agianst the stone out cropping of the window. He pulled his knees close to his body, as he wrapped his arms around his knees. Tate then looked in the window, his dark green eyes watching her as she slept, god she was so beautiful. It seemed as if nothing had changed over the months, it was almost as if she was frozen in time. Tate often thought he should feel weird about watching her but he never did.

Tate sighed as he watched her, how he desired to sneek through the window, but he knew if he did he would be over stepping it. It was so hard to watch her sleep alone, to watch her fragile body shiver time to time. It broke his heart to know she was cold and he could do nothing to help her. He felt helpess as he leaned his head agianst the glass and just watched her. As time passed she grew more and more still, though he could tell what ever claimed her mind at the moment was painful. His lycan sense gave him insight into her emotions, and he could feel the sadness and fear that captivated her body. He had the intense desire to slip in the room, slide into bed next to her, and just hold her. Let her know she didnt have to be alone and cold, that he would be there if she only asked him to be. But he couldnt do it, he could not let himself get more attatched to a girl who so despertly wanted to forget him. A girl who wanted to move on to possibly embrace the monster she had become. Yet to Tate she was nothing like the monster that had claimed her out of jealousy. He envied that beast, for he got to spend an itnernity with a bride that should have been his. Sure they were not together, Tate knew this, but deep down it would only be a matter of time before his angel needed comfort, needed love, and she was sure to turn to the friend who had given her imortality, not the one that was to fade into her mind as the enemy. Tears began to sting his eyes at the thought, and he couldnt help but to bite his bottom lip. He tore his eyes away from his porcelain angel, and gazed up at the moon, his only comfort. She was to be his guiding light, his warmth in the dark, his new mona lisa.....

[Samantha Tundervolt]

Pulling her arms around herself, Samantha looked around her surroundings. She was back in the woods behind her home, the ones Tate and her used to meet in after he confessed to her what he was. The night was chilly, almost unbearably so, and the full moon rained down on her to light up her surroundings. The trees swayed back and forth, following the wind as it moved silently through the forest. She hugged her arms tighter against her, as if trying to keep herself warm, but it was no use. The cool wind made her whole body shudder, her teeth sinking into her lower to keep her teeth from chattering together. Why was she out here so late? And why was she alone?

And then out of no where, he was there. His hair was dark, blending into the darkness of the woods, but his skin was so pale in comparison she couldn't of missed him if she tried. Instead of the normal friendly face she was so used to, the look Kellen held was something that made her shudder all over again. It seemed he had something on his mind tonight, it had quite a bit to do with her. He stepped forward, and she seemed frozen in her spot, as she didn't step back like she knew she should have. His hands came forward, touching her waist, pulling her forward. She swallowed hard, wondering what he was doing, but not being able to speak to ask him. Then, his head leaned forward, and his teeth sunk so fully into her neck...

Gasping, the petite blond sat up fully in her bed. Her bright eyes sat in a wide state, staring at the wall ahead of her, but she saw nothing. Her breathing was quit quick, and she gathered her legs in her arms, hugging them to her chest, trying to calm it down. She had dream this many times, though it honestly couldn't be considered a dream. A nightmare, more like. And every time she had it, she woke up quite scared. She shivered, though it was a hardly from the cold anymore. Though her skin was naturally cold to the touch, the room seemed rather warm at the moment. Sighing, she buried her head in to her knees, fighting back the urge to cry. She wished she could just forget that night, but she just couldn't. She saw the monster in her face every day in the mirror.

Breathing deeply, she forced herself to calm down, though it took more then it should have. You would have thought that by now she'd be used to the fact she was a vampire, but the truth was she wasn't. She half wondered if she ever would. Taking another deep, shaky breath, she froze solid. There was something more to the air of the room then just the dust that seemed to over flow every nook and cranny. It was something bitter smelling, and it stirred something deep within the girl she didn't know she even had. With a low growl, she brought her head up to face the wolf that had strayed so far from its pack. She knew it was a wolf, of course, from the smell, and though she had never been one to go with the vampire werewolf fight, for her own reasons of course, the fact that she woke up to the smell was something she was not fond of.

But, instead of staying angry, when her eyes finally found what they so desperately sought, her heart gave a sharp, painful leap in her stomach. She gave a sharp intake of breath, and she had to stop her body from flying up from her bed to wards the window. It was Tate Ransom, her first, and one true love. They had fallen for each other so easily, seeming to be the other's half, being friends before hand making it all the easier to turn into lovers. Though, of course, they had never actually gotten that far. It was stolen from them so quickly, with one quick bite. While Tate and her had plans to make her into a wolf, her best friend at the time had other plans. He bit her instead, and in that quick moment, it was all over.

At first, the smell was unbearable. The innate want to kill the opposite species would overtake her senses for a brief moment, and she would feel so ashamed of herself. She had loved Tate so completely..aw, who was she kidding? She still did. But it was difficult to choke back many generation of breeded hate. And even when she had gotten to the point where she could, it was hard for them. The vampires she knew didn't like the idea of her being with a werewolf, and were down right disgusted with the idea. His packmates felt the same, and though Tate said it didn't matter, it did. His packmates were his friends, his family, and she couldn't let herself be the reason why he was so alone.

She had tried avoiding him lately, thinking it was what was best for him. When he tried talking to her, she would just tell him to stop, and walk away. She had cried numerous of times after her short run ins with him, as it hurt so much to see the hurt on his face. Though she knew it was for the best, she had to keep reminding herself of that fact to stop herself from turning back and running into his arms. It may seem from another's point of view that it was some mushy love story, and for a little while it was. Then, in one night, it turned straight to horror.

She stared at Tate for a moment longer, blinking, almost willing herself to be dreaming. But, of course, she wasn't. How often did he do this? Sit outside her window and such. She didn't know, she was always such a deep sleeper. Pulling her blankets to the side, the light from the moon poured into her window, showing off her pajamas. She wore a light blue tank top, and a pair of short black track shorts, the outfit barely covering anything. Her hands crossed over her chest, rubbing up and down her arms as she walked to wards the window. Pausing slightly, her hand touched the cool glass, right in the area his face was. Oh, how she wished it was his face. But then, why couldn't it be? He was right there, was he not? With a quick glance of the area below the tree, she figured they were indeed alone. With a look that said she may possibly regret this rather soon, she pushed up the window. The cool air filled the room rather quickly, and she gave him a look that said 'come on', before turning to sit back down on her bed.

[Tate Ransom]

Tate sighed as he watched Samantha sleep, her body ever so often clenching from whatever dream she was having, well in this case nightmare. Tate knew when she was dreaming and when she was having a nightmare, mostly because he spent so many nights sleeping beside her. He knew when she curled, and her face scrunched she was having a nightmare, and when her posture was relaxed, and a small smile crossed her lips, she was dreaming. That was true love. Tate knew everything that made her tick, every little thing that made her happy. Yet tonight she seemed to be consumed by fear, by internal demons and Tate only wished to save her. How he wished he would have bitten her sooner, for things could have been way different. She could have spent her moon lit nights running by his side, along with the rest of the pack. There was no way to describe how free one felt running through fresh snow with the pack at your heels, and your loved one beside you. That was one thing Tate always wanted Samantha to experience, to experience the pure feeling of freedom. No walls, no barriers, no mental blockades, not internal struggles, just utter freedom.

Tate however snapped from his thoughts when he heard her gasp, which caused his eyes to open and look over in her direction. When his eyes met her frame she was now sitting up, with her legs pulled tightly aghianst her chest, and her head resting on her knees. Tate sighed as he sensed the pain that plague her, it was so strong it caused him to let out a low whine, almost as if he was attempting to comfort a packmate. Yet his wolf inside quickly repremanded him, telling him she was the enemy, and didnt deserve his compassion or pity. The wolf inside always tormented him. Making him believe dispicable lies. Though when he caught her gaze once more, she looked so angry, and it caused fear to rise in him as well. She looked utterly pissed, and disgusted.

The look in her eyes caused Tate's heart to pratically be ripped out of his chest. He never imagined such hatred would ever escape her ocean kissed eyes. The hate tormented him, yet at the same time only gave the wolf inside him more ammunition to make Tate hate her. Perhaps this was what Samantha wanted, perhaps she had wanted Kellen all along and just didnt know how to tell him. Perhaps even she had asked Kellen to stick his fangs in her neck, and transform her into an unfeeling, lustful creature? The thought sickened Tate, and it showed as he quickly tore his gaze away from her. He never imagined the girl he loved so deeply would hate him so. The thought made his favorite memory flow back to him. He could picture it all now.

It was the middle of winter, and the tree's had been covered in the fresh snow of the night before. They were behind Samantha's house, a place they spent a lot of time. He could feel the icy wind on his wolfen face as he chased after a stick Samantha had thrown. Yes he was in wolf form, and yes he was fetching a stick Samantha had thrown. Tate could taste the bark in his mouth as he brought it back to her. Holding tight to it as she attempted to pull it out of his mouth. Only to have Tate knock her to the ground and pin her, and at that moment turn back into the blond haired teen she adored. He remebered the feeling of having her warm body under him, as he leaned down and kissed her frost covered lips.

That had been the happiest day in Tate's life, the memory he cherished more than anything else, a memory he would always hold onto, even if she shoed him away once again. It seemed as if his love was no longer good enough for her, perhaps even she had moved onto a vampire lover, and this was her way of cutting Tate out of her world completly. Perhaps this frost covered glass was as close as Tate was ever going to get to her.

Tate perked up however when she walked over to the window. The first thing he noticed was her lack of clothing, and well he would lie if he said he didnt feel a bit of lust. Samatha was beautiful, even though her skin had lost its sun kissed tint because of being a vampire, he was still attracted to her none the less. When she placed her hand on the glass, he smiled as he pressed his face agianst her hand, even if the glass seperated them. When she opened the window, and told him to come in, he obediently followed. He watched as she walked over to the bed, and sat down. He could tell she was a little cold, and being the gentlemen he was, removed his hoodie and wrapped it around her procelain frame, before sitting down beside her. Though as he sat there he couldnt help but to feel unwelcomed. "Sam.... are you ashamed of me?" Tate asked, for these days it seemed the vampire was getting the best of her. Perhaps she just wanted to fit in in her new life, a new life that didnt envolve Tate.

[Samantha Tundervolt]

As soon as the window was open, and that cool air drafted that bittersweet wolf smell into her room, she knew automatically she had made a grave mistake. Samantha loved Tate so completely, it broke her heart over and over to keep from him the way she did. But, she did it for him, rather he realized it yet or not. She had to stop herself from turning around and telling him that she changed her mind, she didn't want him here, as far away from the truth that may have been. But, she couldn't handle seeing that look she knew would follow, that heartbroken look that, knowing him, would probably be so closely followed by a hurt whine. No, she couldn't kick him out, though she knew that him being here would ruin all immunities she had made when it came to him, as little as they may have been.

She sat on the comfort of her bed, and though she had been sleeping for the past few hours, the bed was just as cool as it had been when she first crawled into it. That was one of the many things she hated so about being a vampire, being so cold. Her personality was warm, and comforting, but if she were to try and physically comfort someone, the person may very well end up with frost bite. It was funny, though, as she was never warm herself, that she could actually end up cold. Maybe it was just a chill on her, on her heart, and not one that could be warmed up by a simple blanket. She glanced up as her wrapped his hoodie around her petite frame, and as soon as it settled on her shoulders she had to choke back the urge to gag. She had gotten very used to Tate's scent, no matter how bittersweet it may have been, but the first whiff was always horrible.

She swallowed uncomfortably, seeming rather fidgety in her spot as she couldn't get comfortable. Her hands clasped in her lap, and she stared at them, unwilling to look him fully in the face. She had let him in, but that didn't mean she had to talk to him, now did it? But then, he was speaking to her, forcing her brilliantly colored eyes to lock into his own baby blues. "Sam...are you ashamed of me?" Her eyes blinked once, twice, and shock completely flowed across her face. Is that what he thought, honestly? That she had done all this because she was ashamed of him, that maybe she didn't love him anymore. "Tate..." She said quietly, but she had to stop. What was she supposed to say to him? She was sorry? That she hadn't meant it, that she still wanted him around, and that she was done pushing him aside, even for his own good?

But she couldn't, and she knew that. She knew it was only a matter of time before the hatred of their relationship escalated to violence, and while she knew Tate could hold his own, he couldn't very well go against his whole pack. Swallowing once more, she shook her head, her blond tresses bouncing off her milky face. "No, of course not. Don't think that." Her voice, like always, and slow. But, there was something new to her tone, something that made it drag, something that could only be described as hurt. "I just figured it was for the best....at least, for you.." Her cheeks turned a light tint of pink, and she looked away from him, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. She had to remember that her canines came to a point, she was bound to hurt herself one of these days.

With a sudden sigh, she looked up at him, her eyes conflicting with her own emotions. She wanted to be with him, she wanted to be together, and most of all, she wanted him here. One of her hands came forward, touching his warm face gently, her eyes instantly springing with moisture. "I don't want to talk about it right now, okay?" She said softly, her voice thick with trying to keep herself from breaking down. She leaned forward, one arm circling her neck while the other wrapped around his back, and her body pressing against the side of his chest. "Tonight, Tate, please." She whispered, her soft lips brushing against his jawbone. "Just...stay with me." She shut her eyes, forcing back the tears that begged to escape, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck. Normally, this should have been too hard for her to handle, being so close to a warm breathing person's neck. But, for some reason, she could handle this. In fact, she down right needed it.

[Tate Ransom]

Tate had agian began to get lost in his own thoughts, only to be brought back by her saying his name. How he loved hearing his name escape through her perfectly shaped lips. Her soft, intoxicating lips, the lips that had always been their to kiss his pain away, to put a smile on his face. He couldnt help but to let his green eyes linger on them, but he knew he couldnt. If he tried she would surley push him away, or possibly bite him, both would be just as painful. Tate looked back down at his hands as he waited her to start speaking, for her to say he was nothing more than a filthy dog that she could never love. Tate looked up to see tears starting to drip from her eyes, which caused him to frown. He gently raised his hand, and wiped her tears away with his thumb. When she spoke of that not being the reason, and that he shouldnt think like that, he tore his gaze away.

How could she say that wasnt it, yet she did everything in her power not to have to look at him, not to have to face the pain she created? Tate loved her, god how he did. He turned down every girl who attempted to gain his heart, and fought off every seducer just to have a chance of having Sam agian. To have the chance to hold her, to love her, to keep her warm, and most of all to protect her from the horrors of this world... horrors she should have never have to see. Kellen was her mentor, and yet he was no were to be found. He had left his fledlging to take care of herself, to hunt, defend, and struggle into adult hood with a monster growing inside her.

"No baby, no. It's not whats best for me, its killing me. You are slowly killing me baby." Tate said softly, he just wanted her to understand that it wasnt helping him. Whatever she was trying to do, whatever she was trying to prove was not helping him, it was destroying him. "Please baby dont cry..." Tate spoke softly, as he allowed his green eyes to linger on her beautiful blue ones. He would be able to handle her rejection as long as she wasnt crying. He was weak when it came to crying girls, even more so when it was Samantha. When she said she didnt want to talk about it anymore, he simply nodded.

"Alright, im not going to force you, I never would." Tate said pressing his face agianst her soft cold hands. It broke his heart to no longer feel the warmth her body once offered, the comfort of her hands on him... they were now cold, and caused goosebumps to form on his skin. Tate did his best to ignore the goose bumps as they seemed to spread. He shivered slightly when her arm wrapped around her neck, and back. He couldnt help it, he was so warm, and she was just so very cold. Tate had to keep reminding himself that he couldnt warm her up, that she was to forever have ice in her veins. Yet when she rested agianst his chest, he wrapped one of his arms around her. The warmth quickly fading as it rested on her cold skin. Tate did his best to keep himself warm, for holding her was so worth it, in every aspect. When her lips brushed his jawline he couldnt help but to sigh contently.

It had been so long since he had felt her touch, felt the way her body felt cuddled up next to him. He looked down at her as she spoke, and simply smiled, before brushing some stray locks out of her face, before letting his hands move down the side of her her face, and under her chin, before removing his hand all together. Tate was struggling to be affectionate, for everything in him told him this wrong, everything but his heart. Tate had followed his heart for years and he wasnt stopping now.

Tate raised and eyebrow when she said his name and then begged him for something yet she didnt say what, and then shortly after she did. He smiled and pulled her closer to him, before gently kissing the top of her head. "Babe, theres never been a night that I havnt been here. I'd never imagine leaving you, not now not ever. " Tate replied softly as he gently rubbed her arm. When she burrowed into his neck, he gently smiled. He should have been wary of her being there, his wolf was screaming on the inside, but he quickly silenced the animals protest.

He gently leaned down, taking Samantha with him. He fixed himself on the bed, so that he was laying on his side facing her. His arm still wrapped wround them, and his forhead resting agianst hers. He gently smiled at her as he brushed her hair over her shoulder, and allowed his wingers to trace small shapes on her back. "Sam, I need to tell you something." Tate spoke softly as he looked straight into her blue eyes. "Nothing thats happened changes anything, I love you...and I'm not going anywhere. You could chase me off every time you see me, your coven can threaten me, and I'll promise you one thing... I will still be on that window ledge each and every night." Tate said before gently leaning in and softly kissing her. He lips had a metalic taste to them, mixed with blood. The blood didnt bother him so much, but the metal was making his wolf pratically gag, and want to recoil, but Tate did not break the kiss.

[Samantha Tundervolt]

As soon as she said his name, she had to stop herself from down right pouting. Samantha had always loved his name, as he was the only one she'd ever met named it. She'd met a few Samantha's in her lifetime, it wasn't a very unique name, but Tate...she half wondered where his mom had thought it up from. She watched as his green eyes slid over her face, hesitating on her lips, and instantly her cheeks flushed. Though it was true she wasn't human anymore, vampires had the ability to blush, one of the few normal things that still happened to her. She flushed remembering how his own pouty lips pressed against hers so fully, his strong arms around her, and his warm embrace, even as a human her skin held no heat compared to his own feverish skin.

His hand came forward just as the salty liquid leaked out the side of her bright eyes, brushing them away from her round face. She shut her eyes and leaned into his touch, the warmth of his skin so much more compared to her non-existent heat. He'd done this so many times before, Samantha always being such a fragile person. Not physically, of course. Though petite, her older brother had made sure of that at a very young age. But, emotionally, it didn't take much to push her past her breaking point. Tate had always been there, though, to wipe away her tears. It seemed sometimes he was the only one who knew just what to say, and how to say it, to calm her down quickly. And, on those times where calming down was not an option, he would hold her while she cried, and there had been no part of him then that wanted to recoil from her smell. It hurt now to know that he could never do that again, just like it made her heart wrench to see him tear his gaze from her.

The boy had to understand how hard it was for her. Yes, she realized it had been hard for him, her ignoring them the way she had been for the past few weeks. But it was ten times worse for her, really. He had no idea why she had been acting the way she had, he probably figured that she didn't like him anymore. But her, she knew that he still loved her, and that she loved him back with her full heart, however cold it may seem to be now a days. She knew that if she asked, he would forget all about his pack mates, and come be with her. But she couldn't let him do that for her, especially for her. He needed his pack a lot more then he needed her.

"You are slowly killing me baby."

Her heart gave a painful lurch and she had to literally look away from him then. She hated hurting him like this, but it she knew it was best for him. Though it'd hurt now, eventually he'd forget her, eventually he'd find some sweet little wolf girl to settle down with. The thought was bittersweet to her, really. She knew that was what should happen, him finding someone of his own kind, or even another human to go with, to love. But she herself couldn't see herself loving anyone other then him, even through the werewolf smell. In fact, him being a wolf, besides the smell of course, was one of the reasons why she had loved him so. He had such a playful personality, once you broke him out of his shell, and it was like having a boyfriend and a pet all wrapped into one bundle of...well, fur.

"Please baby, don't cry.."

She couldn't help it, though. This whole thing tore her up, and him being so close to her now didn't help any. He was being so sweet, so caring, and so damn forgiving of her ignoring him. She didn't understand why he couldn't find someone else, someone better then her, there was surely someone out there. No monster like her deserved a guy like Tate, no matter who she was when she had been human. She spoke the words of not wanting to talk about it, because she hated the thought of having to explain to him how her mind worked. It was like she knew it was true, that it was best for him, but at the same time if she didn't speak it out loud, the full extent of what she was doing wouldn't sink in. Her merely nodded, and she gave a soft sigh of relief. The conversation would come, sometime soon probably, but at least tonight, she didn't have to think about it.

"Alright, I'm not going to force you. I never would."

She nodded in response to this, knowing full well that it was true. He would never force her to do anything she didn't want to do, he just wasn't the type to do so. Their first kiss, though he had started it, wouldn't of lasted very long had she said she didn't want to do it. The sweet taste his lips held to her back then still lingered so fully in her mind, and every time she thought about it she almost thought she could taste it all over again. Their first french kiss hadn't of happened if it weren't for her, and it would've stopped quite quickly had she decided she didn't like it. But as it were, she had run her own tongue across his lower lip, wanting more of that lovely taste he held, and in response to that he had opened his mouth. It was time to experience after that, and they had spent the entire night exploring each others mouth.

As soon as her hand touched his warm face, he seemed to lean into it, and she gave a soft sigh. Even as a human his skin was heated compared to her own, and now as a vampire, hers held no warmth at all. Almost instantly his face cooled down to almost match her own temperature, and is whole body seemed to erupt with goosebumps. She almost pulled back as her arms wrapped themselves around his warm form, as he gave a hard shudder from the coldness of her body. It broke her heart that she couldn't hold him without practically giving the boy frost bite. But, it she didn't have the chance to pull back his warm arms wrapped around her, and he gave a soft contented sigh as her cool lips brushed her jaw bone.

Though it had only been a few weeks, it felt like it had been years since the last time he had held her like this. It was so hard for the both of them being this close, as the monster inside them both screamed at them to kill each other, rip each other's throat out. But, they both seemed to have really good self discipline, or it could be just the plain fact that they loved each other so, because it didn't bother them nearly as much as it should have. The smell, of course, was rather horrible, but that didn't matter much. As long as Samantha breathed through her mouth, and his arms stayed around her form the way they were now, she'd be okay. He looked down at her, his green eyes locking in her own brilliantly blue ones, and she gave a soft sigh. Oh, how she loved his eyes, the color so calming. His hand pushed the blond hair back from her face, down her cheek, to under her chin. She half tempted to hope he'd kiss her then, but she knew that wouldn't do either of them any good.

As soon as the pleading words were out of her mouth, she regretted saying them. She hated being so needy, she hated needing him around to function properly. He pulled her close, and she snuggled into his warm form, still breathing through her mouth. He kissed the top of her blond head gently, and she let a small smile spread across her pretty mouth. It was the first smile she'd had since she'd become a a vampire, and to be quite honest, it felt good to not be so sad and hateful for once. He spoke softly, saying he had been sitting outside her window every night, watching her sleep. She gave a soft sigh, looking up at him. "Why didn't you let me know? You could've caught a cold out there." It was steadily getting colder, and soon it would snow. She hated the idea of him sitting out there, shivering by himself. His heart beat met her ears as soon as her face burrowed into his neck, and the soft sound of the blood pursing through his neck made her mouth water. She didn't move from the spot, though, nor did she go to bite him. She needed to learn to handle her thirst, and she had already hurt him emotionally, she'd be damned if she hurt him physically too.

He leaned to wards the soft bed, taking her petite form down with him. He laid on his side, facing her, and she matched him, though on the opposite so she could see him. His arm still laid wrapped around hr, and his forehead rested gently against her own. She gave a sigh of contentment, another true smile spreading across her mouth. She hadn't been this close to him since she could remember, a few days before Kellen had sunk his selfish little fangs into her neck. His hand brushed her blond hair over her shoulder, trailing down the side of body, before going for her back. His soft fingers drew shapes and designs on her back, and she gave a soft shudder from the way he touched her, her cheeks once more becoming a slight red tint. He spoke softly to her, spilling her heart basically, and her eyes opened to lock in his beautiful green orbs. She said nothing while he spoke, as she didn't know what to say, her eyes merely filling up once more with tears.

'I love you, and I'm not going anywhere."

He continued to speak, but after that simple sentence, she wasn't listening much longer. Though it was true she knew that he had to give up on her, go for someone else, eventually, tonight that was exactly what she wanted to hear. So, when he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, she didn't push him away like she knew she should have, like the way her vampire side was screaming at her to do. Instead, she embraced his kiss, her own lips fitting so perfectly into the grooves of his. His lips didn't hold the sweet taste they had when she was human, but at the same time, it wasn't completely horrible either. Bittersweet, like his smell. Have you ever noticed that you tasted what you smelled? It was like she had taken a good whiff of burning pine wood, and the taste had filled her mouth. It wasn't bad, though, no. In fact, she quite liked it.

Oh, how she liked it. She knew it was wrong for her to let this go, to let him kiss her like that, and to kiss him back with such intensity, but she couldn't help it. She wanted, no, she needed this. He had been so sweet to her, and she just couldn't bring herself to throw him out tonight. In fact she couldn't even end the kiss. Instead, her hand touched the side of his face, and the other one pushed on the mattress. She rolled him onto his back, her full body coming to be on top of his. Her legs went on either side of his waist, bent at the knee, and she sat with her full weight in his lap. Both hands now came up to touch his fact, before one slid up into his hair. She kissed him as much passion as she had felt, the pent up need for him flowing out into that single kiss. She broke it, her breathing a little heavy, only to look him straight in the eyes. "I love you, Tate. I always have, and always will." With that simple confession out, her lips pressed against his once more. Tomorrow she may need to go back to avoiding him, but tonight was theirs, and she was going to show him exactly how much she loved him.

[Tate Ransom]

Tate smiled when she leaned into his touch. It seemed this was as innocent as the first night they had explored each others mouth. None of this was demanding, far from it. They simply enjoyed the soft touches the other gave, and Tate for the first time in months was happy, was content. Sure the wolf inside him was pacing, ever restless by his behaviour, but Tate ignored him. The wolf in time would learn to accept the fact that Samantha would always be a part of him, and not even the wolf's manipulative words would spread lies throughout Tate's mind and heart. He watched as she struggled to take his words, about her killing him. He knew it was hard for her to still love him, how he knew it was. Werewolves had a hatred of vampires, but there hate could be tolerated, where vampires hate towards a wolf was far more intense, they couldnt let go of the past thus they were doomed to remain hateful. Tate knew it was wise of him to let Samantha go, for her own sake. She would never be completly happy with him, there would always be a part of her that would want to harm him, and it was cruel of him to make her live with that. Tate knew the pack was his home now, his family, and that by even being here he was taunting their rage. He knew eventually Sam would leave his life, and a she wolf would replace her.. it was just the way it worked. If only she could have been his she wolf, his mate for enternity.. but no that selfish bastard took her from him. This thought alon caused a low growl to escape his throat. Though he quickly caught himself, and reassured Sam it wasnt at all directed at her.

Tate smiled as he thought about their first kiss once again, something that always seemed to cheer him up when he was down. They spent almost all night in those woods, just holding each other. The coldness of the snow didnt seem to get to either one as they explored each other's mouths for the first time. Tate could almost remember exactly what Samantha had tasted like, and yet at the same time he couldnt. This broke his heart, to have the memory, but not the full memory. Tate grinned as he felt her snuggle agianst him, his arms only holding her tighter, as he despertly tried to warm her up. He hated the fact that her tempature was so low, he knew that his blood ran a little too warm, but hers was simply frigid. When she spoke he just smiled. "Didnt want to wake you, and I hardly ever get cold enough to leave. Perks of having fur." Tate said with a laugh as he snuggled agianst her once more. His warm body finally able to hold its heat agianst her cool skin. When she snuggled into his neck, he shivered a bit, his wolf getting ahold of him for a second. His green eyes were overwhelmed with fear, but he did not move. The wolf inside him was freaking out, and was getting a little control of Tate now. Tate shoved the wolf back, and relaxed once more, Sam would never bite him... would she? Tate was confident she wouldnt, she would never intentionally harm him.

Tate smiled as he felt the small shudder he had caused. He continued to let his fingers trace shapes on her back, as his eyes closed. His body just relaxed next to hers, as the warmth of his own body lulled him into a light state of relaxation. Tate grinned agianst her soft lips as she kissed him back, his hands moving down her back, and pulling her closer to him. He never wanted to let go, he wanted to hold her forever, love her forever. Tate didnt even flinch as her hand touched the side of his face slight pressure before he found himself on his back. He often ended up in this position with her, for she was far more dominant than he was. When her weight was placed on his chest, and she straddled his hips, he slightly groaned into her lips. It had been a long time since someone had touched him like this, well the last time had been days before Kellen ruined his life. Thats right, Tate hadnt touched another female besides Sam. He had so many chances to, but he simply loved her too much. Even though he may never be able to have her, he did not dare stray from their once beautiful relationship. He smiled agianst her lips when her hands rested on the sides of his face, before one went up into his hair. He slightly moaned as her fingers ran across his scalp, slightly pulling his blond locks. Yet her lips soon parted his, and he opened his eyes to look up at her. When she spoke he reached up and pulled her back to his lips. That was about as forceful as Tate ever got. He grinned as the sweet taste of her lips once agian filled his mind. His wolf was gagging, but Tate's human force was embracing this.

He couldnt help himself as he allowed his hands to move down her sides, and rest on her hips, as her lips seemed to leak a sweet toxin that kept him from thinking rationally. He wanted her so badly, he had for some time now, and well her ignoring him had only caused him to seek her out more. He allowed his lips to stray from hers and move slowly, and softly along her jawline. His lips soon moved down her smooth, porcelain neck, as he gently began to suck, and nip at it. He was careful however not to puncture her skin, for that could be a deadly mistake. He gently replaced his nips with kisses as he moved back up her neck once more, his hands slowly began to move up her sides, before running under her shirt. He gently caressed her sides with his warm hands, as his lips found hers once more. Tate kissed her back with as much passion as he could manage, without getting over envolved in what was going on. The wolf inside him wouldnt let him completly relax, completly enjoy this intoxication. Tate allowed his tongue to slowly trace her bottom lip, begging for intrest into her intoxicating mouth, for all bad smells, and taste had been flushed from his mind. All he could focus on was how beautiful Sam was, how much he loved her no matter what kind of monster she was.

[Samantha Tundervolt]

It was true they often found themselves in this position, Samantha on top of him. It was rather funny, really, when you thought about it. Samantha was no where near what someone would call brave, or even leadership material. But with Tate, it seemed she had to lead him into anything. Their first kiss was because she had leaned in, though he slowly took her lead, following suit to close the short distance. The first time they explored each other's mouth, it was her that had the courage to run her tongue over his welcoming lower lip, asking for permission to enter. He had once more taken her lead then, parting his lips to have his own tongue come out to play. Yes, she was always one to start things, but she was okay with that. It made her feel reassured, to know that she was setting the pace their relationship progressed at. Not that she was every worried about Tate pushing it too far, not even in the least bit. She believed him when he said he loved her, and she knew that, no matter what, he would never do anything to hurt her, or even make her feel uncomfortable.

Now, while they had indeed kissed more times then she can count, but all times she remembered, they had hardly progressed farther then that. As stated before, it was often he ended up with his back against the ground/bed/floor, depending on where they were, while she sat firmly with her weight in his lap, but the farthest they may have gone is touching. And I mean that in the most innocent of ways possible, mind you. Sure, in the heat of a feverish kiss, one of them might slip a hand in the others shirt, but it wasn't anything anyone at all could call 'inappropriate'. Once, she had gotten so bold to completely stip the pesky piece of thin fabric off that beautiful chest of his. She had been quite enjoying herself then, taking her lovely time in kissing every single inch of his upper body. Tate had just sat there, seeming in a daze, as her mouth worked over his heated skin, his hands entangled in her long, curly hair. About that time Jacob had walked in, her big brother. Had it been any boy other then Tate, the older boy probably would have teared him limb from limb at that exact moment.

She was brought back to the matter at hand by a low sound coming from deep within his throat, vibrating his lips against hers. It had seriously been so long since she had felt so...well, alive, if you could excuse the pun, since she was, technically, 'dead'. She had missed everything about him, his smell, aside from the bittersweet tang of wolf of course, his smile, the way he looked at her, his kiss, and, of course, his touch. While it was true Tate had never touched a female besides her, she herself had only let her hands glide over his body, and his only. He had been her first kiss, when they were way younger, and though she had kissed one other boy, nothing could ever compare to the way his lips fit so fully, so comfortably, so perfectly against her own. He gave out another soft sound, once more the tone deep, and coming deep from within his body, as her hands worked over his scalp, her mouth still pressed so completely against his. When she pulled back to whisper, breathlessly might I add, what she needed to say, she barely got the words out before he was pulling he down for another breathing taking kiss. She giggled softly, a sound so sweet compared to the bitter person she was slowly forming into, kissing him back fully, loving this slight glimpse of the forceful side he held. It didn't come out often, but to be honest, she quite liked him taking control every so often.

His hands wandered, sliding across her sides, down her body, making her petite form give a slight shudder. His hands rested against her hip bones, and her hands slid down his arms to hold them there, her small hands covering his. His lips deserted her own, moving their way across her jawline, making her cheeks flush with the blood now steadily flowing. His lips continued to move, leaving a fiery hot trail of kisses down her neck, her breathing becoming slowly irregular. Suddenly, his teeth gave a sharp nip at her neck, but not painfully so. She gasped, her eyes fluttering open in time for the color to flash brightly, her hands sliding up from covering his to grasp at the front of his shirt. He kissed the bite, easing away any pain, no matter how welcomed it may have been, before he bit once more, a little lower. She gave a soft sound, proving she was indeed enjoying it, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to keep from calling out. As he moved back up her neck, his warm hands slid underneath her thing tank top, touching her gradually warming sides gently. As his lips found hers once more, she had to fight back the urge to bite at his lower lip. She wouldn't have meant any harm by it, of course, but it probably wouldn't of felt very good at all. Instead, when she felt his tongue slide out and run itself against her pouty lower lip, her mouth parted, her own tongue coming out to touch his gently, testing it, before caressing it completely.

Really, after the first initial kiss, the taste and bitter smell that the werewolf side of him possessed was completely erased from her mind. For now, all she could taste was the way he tasted when she was human, and it was likewise for the smell, the woodsy scent welcomed with open arms, if you will. She wished she could lose herself so fully in this, just let their bodies move, but she knew better then to surrender her mind completely. What if she bit him? Or worse? No, it was better to let herself have that small part of her mind to pay attention to what she was doing. There was no way she could live with herself if anything happened to him. With a soft sigh, she entangled her lips from his, only to lean back and flash a taunting smile at him. Slowly, letting her thumbs trail behind, she pushed his shirt up his chest, her thumb nails sliding teasingly against his newly exposed flesh. She flipped it up and over his head, tossing it to the side, before leaning down and kissing him gently on the mouth. She wandered from there, kissing down his jawline, before continuing down his neck. Normally, she would have been worried, giving such open mouth kisses against that artery in the neck. But right now, it was hardly any issue. She skipped right over it, going down to where his shoulder met his neck. There, she did bite down, but the way she did it, all that touched him was the flats of her dull teeth, the sharp points of her fangs not even grazing his warm skin.