Chapter 43

• Isabella watched as they opened blood bag after blood bag and fed them to Samson, who finished them in seconds. Then his head fell back on the pillow. “I'll give him mine.” Isabella said without thinking. Without hesitation she pushed the sleeve of her sweater up. "No... "Samson's voice was weak but determined. His eyes cast a pleading look into Mark's direction. "He won't let you," Mark explained. Isabella gave him a surprised look then shook her head. For once she didn't give a damn what anybody did or did not want her to do. She would not sit idly by and let him die. “I don't care. He'll take my blood.” she said "I can't let you do that, Isabella. Samson doesn't want you to. Raymond can rush out and get more blood bags." Tears flowed from her eyes and ran down her cheeks as she looked back at Samson. " I won't let you die.”She said. It looked as if he tried to smile, but his face distorted in pain instead. She put her wrist to his mouth. “Bite!” she ordered with fierce determination. But he didn't bite. Instead, he turned his head away from her wrist. "You stubborn vampire! Fine, you won't bite, I'll have one of your friends bite me, and then I'm going to force-feed you my blood. Do you understand?" Anger colored her voice, and she saw something flicker in Samson's eyes. Disbelief? Well, he hadn't seen anything yet. "Mark, bite my wrist," she commanded, stretching her wrist toward Mark. He shook his head. "I can't." She gave him a sharp look. "Somebody else then? Raymond! Vanessa!" she shouted. "You guys are vampires too so please do it —bite me, damn it, so I can feed Samson." They all hesitated and looked between her and Samson.Suddenly Isabella felt a hand on her other arm and turned. Samson's hand had gripped her. "... Don't want... Hurt you," he pressed out, his voice barely audible. Now he had decided he didn't want to hurt her? What about when he'd lied to her? The man's timing sucked. Major. She'd have to have a word with him about that, but later. "You will only hurt me if you leave me. Don 't leave me, please." She placed her wrist at his mouth again, but he made no move. That's when she lost it. Anger rolled over her. "Bite me, damn it, or I'll kick you in the balls so hard you'll scream into the next century! Do you understand?” she yelled. A second later she felt the sharp pain of her skin breaking and liquid dripping. A fraction of a second later the pain was gone, and Samson's fangs were firmly lodged in her wrist. She felt him suck, his eyes closed.With her free hand she smoothed his hair back from his bloodstained face. “Take what you need. Get better.” Isabella felt more than heard his sigh. She dropped her head to his, and placed a kiss on his forehead. “I' m here, Samson, I'm here." she said as she sat down on the couch with him. Mark helped her lift Samson's head into her lap so it was easier for her to feed him. "Thank you." Mark shook his head. "Samson is a very lucky man to have you." Isabella gave him a slow smile, "So he's going to get better?" she asked and Mark nodded. "Yeah" he will be fine. Vanessa moved forward, "Now are you guys going to tell us what the hell happened out there?" she asked. "How did Samson end up so badly injured?" Good question. Isabella wanted to know too. What exactly was happening? "Saunders said he didn't have George" Raymond explained. "But Samson didn't want to hear it. He was already in a very bad mood when we got there and I think he wanted a fight. Anyways we were outnumbered as almost all of Saunders Men were present. Samson got into a fight anyways and they all attacked us. We were not prepared to take all of them so they had us" "Oh my god" Isabella moaned, knowing that he had been in a bad mood because of her. "So no sign of George?" Vanessa asked and Raymond shook his head. "Well do you believe that Saunders doesn't have him?" she asked again. "I believe him" Mark but in. "Saunders might be an asshole, but if there's one thing that I know about him, it's that he really loves to brag and if he had George he would have told us.You know how much he likes to piss Samson off" Vanessa nodded. "I agree" she said, "But if Saunders doesn't have Jacob? Who does?" "That's a question we need answered, but right now, let's get Samson on his bed" Mark said. They helped cut the remaining torn clothes off Samson's body and clean his wounds before they helped him up the stairs and into his bed and then they put a single white sheet over his body. "He'll need more blood later "Mark advised. "You can change your mind, you know. He wouldn't expect you to do this. In fact, he'd want me to dissuade you from continuing this." Isabella shook her head. "He's hurt because of me. I'll give him what he needs." Mark watched her for a moment before he said, "I'm sorry that I have kinda been mean to you recently. I just wasn't sure if you could be trusted." "It's alright" Isabella said as she sat next to Samson on the bed. "I understand" Mark nodded. "We will be leaving now as we still need to look around for George, but I called Darrell and he's here already. You can let him know if you need anything." "But he'll pull through, won't he?" she asked anxiously. "With your help, he will." Samson stirred. "He needs you now." They all left the bedroom, and Isabella leaned down to Samson, placing her wrist at his mouth. Without opening his eyes his fangs sank into her skin. "Yes," she whispered. "Drink and get better" She cradled his head in her lap as she fed him. Already she could see that some of the wounds had started closing. The blood flow had stopped, and the blood was clotting, creating a crust over the wounds.The healing process had started. The sucking sensation on her wrist wasn't painful; on the contrary, it filled her with peace.