In Your Eyes... Chapter One

"You're pushing it, Sam." He starred at me with those red eyes. His hands on each side of my face, making sure I wouldn't leave.

"I told you I wouldn't have it this week." A sigh came from across the room.

"Leave her alone, Jordan." He grunted and pushed away from the wall.

"She didn't bring me any blood, again." I rolled my eyes at him and leaned against the wall.

"I never agreed to this in the first place." Jordan turned toward me, a smirk on his face.

"Stop bringing me blood and I'll be forced to use yours." I laughed at him and pushed away from the wall.

"Why don't you just slit my wrists and hang me up in the kitchen." He chuckled and smirked.

"Don't test me Sam." I took on a serious tone and face.

"I'm not Jordan. I'm asking." His hand was around my throat, not tight, but holding me there. "Do it. I know you want to." He tightened a little, but then let go, walking away. Tim sighed and walked over to me. He had a sad look on his face. A look he always had when Jordan and I fought.  

"Doesn't he wonder why the blood always tastes the same?" I sighed.

"I made him believe all blood tastes the same." Tim was going to check on my scars, but I just walked away. "I'll be back later."

The cold November air felt nice. It always did after I fought with Jordan. It took away the numbness that I felt. I knew the reason why he wouldn't kill me, he didn't want to risk my life, but he didn't understand that I gave him my blood. I sighed and pulled out the syringe I always kept in my back pocket. Tim told me to take it easy and wait another week, but Jordan was already showing signs of withdrawal and bloodlust. I wasn't sure he'd last another week without the blood.

I watched as the tree in the yard swayed to the blowing wind. It was a weeping willow, one of my favorite trees. With a sigh, I put the syringe back in my pocket and walked to the tree. The snow crunched below me; a sound I'd come to love. I had fond memories of this tree. Most of those memories I shared with Jordan. I used to love Jordan, he was the closest thing to me. Then I found out what he was…

After that, I became afraid of him. Every time I saw him, my flash backs would come back and haunt me. Being young, I couldn't handle it and I asked Tim not to tell Jordan about my past, not to tell him why I was afraid of him. I stayed in my room and away from Jordan, it was one of the hardest things I'd ever done.

Than Tim asked for my help. I was older, more mature, so I agreed. Giving Jordan my blood made me feel better about the past; even though Jordan didn't know it was my blood. I told him I had connections with the Black Market, which I didn't, but he believed me.

I sighed and pulled the syringe back out. I uncapped it and stuck it in my arm. I watched as the syringe filled. He needed a full vile to feel full, so that's what I always gave him.

I'd put my life on the line for him, even though I hated his kind.

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I knocked on his door softly, like I always did after we fought. I held the vile in my hand tightly, hoping he'd accept the apology I was offering. He opened the door slowly. It was these moments that I noticed him. Noticed how his eyes were a light blue right now, he was shirtless, showing off his abs and tanned skin to me, how his dark hair was soft and never covered his eyes.

"Here-"It was sudden, the warmth I felt. I almost dropped the vile, but I didn't. His bare skin was warm, I'd never noticed that before. I'd always thought he'd be cold.

"I'm sorry," he whispered it into my ear, "I've just been on edge lately." He'd never hugged me before. He'd hardly showed me affection since we were younger.

"Here," I said it softly, "I was able to get some from a close friend of mine." Jordan took the vile from me, smiling softly, before I passed out into his arms.