Morgan

It hurt. Waiting hurt like crazy, but I had nothing else to do. I loved her just as crazily, and I needed her to come to me. Come to me so I can love her the way she wants to be loved.

The room felt like ghosts were lurking around it, filling it with darkness. Normally I wouldn't be scared, but these were ghosts of my own love. Ghosts of my own commitment. I swallowed hard and walked to the adjoining wall.

I could hear her breaths, her slow, beautiful breaths as she slept peacefully. At least, she could sleep.

I walked away again, knowing it didn't matter how much distance I put between us, I would still hear her. She was my little human, and I just had to.

SAMANTHA'S P.O.V.

I woke up with a slight start, feeling like someone was watching me. I looked around the room, but it was completely empty. Just I and lots of pillows. I had slept of hugging one, but without a blanket wrapped over me. When I woke up, I wasn't hugging a pillow and I had a blanket on me.

"Morgan?"

MORGAN'S P.O.V.

I heard her call my name. Maybe she had a bad dream. But no, I wouldn't go to her. I know in the end, I will still be the monster.

I caught myself. Why was I so angry now?

SAMANTHA'S P.O.V

I guess it was Morgan. He just won't stay away, no matter how hard I tried. I flipped the blanket off me and walked to the door, then waited for a bit before throwing it open.

Standing there was Morgan, a small smile on his face.

"Samantha.." His voice was raspy and a little different, but he was still Morgan. I don't know why, but looking at him now, I only saw a monster who kills peoole for juice.

"Go away, Morgan. I don't want to see you,"

MORGAN'S P.O.V

'I know, Samantha. You don't need to say it while you are asleep too.'

I thought. I found myself opening the door, my protective instinct of her getting the best of me, yet my mind resisting. I paced the length of the balcony from the room I had been in, avoiding even going to hers. She hated me and I would let her learn to love me again.

SAMANTHA'S P.O.V

He looked at me, slightly cocking his head. 

"What did I do to you?" He said, then came in, closing the door behind him with his foot.

He was wearing all black, and even his hair was jet black. He dyed it to look like his soul or what?

I moved away. "Morgan, just stay away."

He laughed and suddenly, he was behind me, holding both my arms behind me, and the other on my mouth.

"How dare you, Samantha? How dare you hate me because of one mistake?"

"Le me go!" I screamed feeling even more disgusted by him now. The words were muffled, however, and I knew even if Nick was around, he wouldn't hear a thing. My breath picked pace as his fingers left my mouth, and pushed my hair away, starting to run over the length of my neck.