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This time their trip to her home was actually silent, which Sam was grateful for. The silence allowed her to think about what had transpired.

She had two men claiming that she was their one and only. She had already had her hands full with one guy telling her that, she did not need a second one. Suddenly she really missed human relationships, where if you didn't want to be with a person you could just say 'no' and get on with your life. What she wouldn't give to have her old life back; the life where she never had to think twice about going out in the sun and she could actually look forward to her future.

She knew that she should be over it by now. After all, it's not like she just became a vamp yesterday, she had been at this for a while now. She should be used to it.

To an extent, she was.

She had stopped sulking about not being human a while ago. But Ruban returning to her life, and insisting on staying there, brought back all her old feelings and made her bitter again.

And what was with this other guy? He only spoke a few sentences to her but she already knew that she hated him. Heck, she'd rather go with Ruban any day compared to him. Not that she wanted either of them.

What if she moved again? Somewhere really distant and far away, like Antarctica. That sounded good...just her and cute little penguins.

"Sam," Ruban spoke once they entered her home. "We need to talk about this."

What was there to talk about? He was a psycho that seemed to mistake her for some slave that would follow his every whim. Case closed. Or maybe there was more to it than that, at least in terms of how she was going to react to it. But she really didn't feel like discussing it at the moment, and especially not with Ruban.

She turned to tell him that, but he had a set expression on his face that said he wasn't going to give up.

Might as well get it over with. She looked at him. "What do you want to talk about?"

He did a double take. "Your favourite season. What do you think I want to talk about? You just had a werewolf claim that you're his mate."

"Yeah, and it sucks, but talking about it isn't really going to accomplish much," she reasoned, even though she knew that was a load of bull.

"Yes it will, and you know it," he said. "We need to figure out how we're going to respond to this."

She raised an eyebrow, "We?"

He made a sound of annoyance. "Yes Sam, we." He took a step towards her. "You need to acknowledge that I'm part of your life now."

She frowned. He was not going to be a long term part of her life. As far as she was concerned they weren't even in a relationship. "There's nothing to acknowledge," She sneered. "You're not going to be part of my life. And if you were a half decent person, you'd accept that."

"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked.

"You have caused so many bad things to happen to me," she exclaimed. "Take this werewolf guy. That wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for you."

His gaze darkened. "You cannot blame me for this one."

"Really? I think that I can, seeing as how I never would have gone into that club if it wasn't for you."

"Werewolves are adamant about finding their mates," Ruban explained, his muscles tense as he did so. "He would have found you eventually. And," he added as he crossed his arms over his chest. "If I hadn't turned you, you would have been human and therefore defenceless against him."

Dang it, he did have a point there, at least if what he was saying about werewolves was true. But she'd be damned before she'd admit that. To avoid confessing it, she stated, "Being human does not equal being defenceless. I'm sure that somehow I would have found a way to avoid him."

He snorted. "Not likely. Werewolves are very determined creatures. Even if you managed to somehow by chance evade him once, he'd keep coming back." He took a step towards her. "And he's going to do this even though you're a vampire, which is why it's important that we think about how to deal with him. Personally, I'm all for killing him. Though we might have to deal with his pack if we did that."

"There is no we!" She exclaimed. "As far as I am concerned you and Damian are on the same side here."

His eyes darkened. "Based on how he acted, I'm pretty sure that he would constantly treat you as an inferior. I think I'm at least a little bit of a step up from that."

"Even if you think you're a 'step up', it doesn't mean that I want to be with you anymore than I want to be with him," She said.

"Why do you hate me so much?" He asked, the level of frustration in his voice finally matching hers.

"Because," she yelled. "You ruined my life! You changed what I am and everything else about my life. You did all of that without even asking me about it. And now you act like I should just 'get over it' like all you did was lose a book of mine or something. But I can't just get over something like this. I'm not going to act like what you did never happened and I'm not going to act like I'm over it or fine with it just because you want to pretend that I am."

"I never said that I wanted you to fake your feelings for me!" He shouted. "I just want you to realise that I do regret what I did and I'm trying to make up for it."

"How? By forcing yourself into my life again? Because that's what you've been doing and it hasn't worked."

He gave another groan and ran a hand down his face, an act that loosened a few hairs from his tied back pony. He looked down for a few moments, and then glanced back up at her. "How about this: I'll help get Damian off your back and, if after that you don't want me around, I'll leave."

She looked at him skeptically. After how obsessed he had seemed to be about being in her life, he'd really be willing to just walk away? It sounded too good to be true. "You'll actually leave? For good?"

He nodded. "Yes, you have my word."

"Why would you do that?" She asked him.

"Because lady love," he explained. "I care about you, and I want to make up for turning you."

He better not be lying about this. "Alright. I believe you," she told him.

For the first time since they got back, he had a small smile. "Good."

"So," she started as she leaned back on the wall behind her and tried to make herself settle down. "Tell me about werewolves."

"How's about we shut all the blinds first and then go sit down," he offered, the grin still prevalent. Wow, he calmed down quickly. "My description might take a while."

If his explanation was going to be long, it would make sense. However, it seemed strange to her how naturally he said the suggestion, as if he was already used to staying here. It freaked her out. "Yeah sure," she told him after a pause. "Umm, I'll do upstairs and you do down?"

He nodded and they each left to shut their designated blinds.

Sam was grateful for the time away from him. It allowed her to calm down and think about things. Ruban was really going to leave after the Damian issue. This was great, two birds with one stone; or rather, two arrogant male supernaturals with one stone. Then she would never have to deal with men insisting that she belonged to them ever again. She'd be living the dream.

First off though, she and Ruban had to decide what to do about Damian. And that meant she needed to learn about werewolves. In all honesty, she was curious to hear an explanation.

Did they really transform into wolves or did they turn into a deformed hybrid like a lot of movies showed? And could people turn into them or did they have to be 'born a wolf'? Hopefully it was the latter so that innocent humans weren't forced to be them. Did they have a particular diet they had to follow or could they eat whatever? Oh she was getting excited. Werewolves had been her favourite supernatural species to read about back when she was still a human.

Soon they finished and met back in her living room.

"Alright," Ruban said as he plopped down on her couch across from her. "What do you want to know first?"

Hmmm. "Do they turn into actual wolves? Or do they turn into some sort of human wolf monster thing? Also, do they actually live in packs? Oh, and what do they eat and what kind of relationships do they have?"

He laughed at her antics. "Whoa, one at a time. I must admit that I'm a tad jealous that you don't seem so interested in our species."

"But I'm already a vampire and have been for a couple of years," she reasoned.

"Yes but there's still some things you don't know," he reminded her.

"We can talk about that later," she said. "Let's focus on the task at hand."

He chuckled once more at her enthusiasm. "Alright, let's start. To answer your first question, they turn into a plain wolf. While they are never forced to change forms, there's always a temptation. The urge is strong when it's a new wolf, especially around the new moon. Some describe it as being akin to a drug addiction in humans. As they get used to being a werewolf, the temptation decreases until it's rarely there anymore. They are always able to change whenever they want, although it's bad for them to change when they're injured, as the injury will worsen during the transformation process."

Interesting. She had always figured that they were forced to change forms sometimes. "Ok."

"They do live in packs and have the kind of hierarchy you'd expect them to have, unlike us vampires who see ourselves as pretty much equal to every other vampire out there. They prefer to live away from human civilization, but as you have seen they often go to and even work in civilized places."

"So they like to isolate themselves but not completely?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

He nodded. "Yes." Then he straightened a little. "One thing that also separates us from werewolves is how we act in relationships. Werewolves are very loyal. As you know, they have mates. Even if they never find their mate, many will only ever have one relationship. Cheating is almost unheard of. Vampires, on the other hand, aren't so faithful. Many believe in 'open relationships'. In fact, some believe that at first, our lovers weren't the only ones to 'turn us on' so to speak, and that that feature was somehow added later because we tended to hook up with people other than our one and only."

"You know, this is starting to seem more of a vampire lecture than a werewolf one," she contributed as she eyed him.

He shrugged, not bothering to deny her claim. "Just making sure that you have all the facts lady love. Is there anything else you'd like to know?"

She thought about it for a moment. "Why could Damian not tell that I was a vampire until we got outside? I thought they had a good sense of smell."

He nodded. "They do. I'm guessing that the alcohol that was spilt on you was strong enough to mask your scent."

"What do you think he'll do next?"

Ruban thought about it for a few moments. "He'll tell his pack about you for sure. Judging by the way that other guy treated him, he was probably an alpha. That means that he'll have other duties so he can't spend all of his time looking for you. But he will likely use his free time to try and find you. Since he doesn't have anything else to go on, he'll likely keep returning to that club."

Sam was about to comment that they should go back to the club and kick his ass when she yawned. This did not go unnoticed by Ruban. "You've been yawning a lot lately. Are you getting enough sleep?"

"I'm fine!" She snapped, but the effect was gone when she let out another yawn.

His eyes narrowed in concern. "Sam, even if you stopped being human, you still need sleep."

"I am," she insisted. "So stop acting like you're my mom. It's none of your business."

"Actually it is, because for a week we're sleeping in the same bed together," he informed her.

"What?" She exclaimed, standing up. "I don't know what gave you that impression but we aren't even going to sleep in the same room."

"Yes, we are," He told her as he also stood up, though not nearly as quickly as she did. "Remember our bet? Since I won it, this is what I'm choosing."

She glared at him. After what had happened, he was still going through with that?

He held up his hands. "I just want you to be ok. Believe it or not, being with your lover will actually help you sleep better. It puts your mind at ease more, I swear. We'll just do it for a week, and after that I'll back off if it doesn't work. I promise."

She sighed. This was his second 'I'll back off if you want it' promise. He did seem like he legitimately wanted to help her. And if it would make him shut up and back off, she guessed that she could put up with him for a week. "Ok, but we sleep on opposite sides of the bed, no cuddling or anything."

He smiled and nodded. "Alright."

Time seemed to slow for Sam as she got ready for bed. She wished that it was morning so that the event could be over. Why was she doing this again?

She was in bed before him, partially so that she could just shut her eyes as he got into bed so she wouldn't have to see him and partially so that he wouldn't take her preferred side of the bed.

Unfortunately her eyes betrayed her and she found her lids opening as he walked up to the bed…shirtless. Holy hot tamale he had a nice body. More muscle than a surfer, but not enough to make it look like his abs went out and ate all other abs they could find.

He caught her staring and smirked at her. "See something you like?"

She glared and forced her eyes shut. She could hear him chuckle as he got into bed. Something told her that she wasn't going to get much sleep tonight.