The Story of Sam

 

Chapter 3:

The next morning Sam woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon, and a cold bed. Sometime between Edward getting up in the morning to then, Sam had managed to kick off all the blankets. His pale flesh prickled with goose-bumps.

“Mmmmmmm…Bacon” Sam moaned out. Nothing better than bacon in the morning.

“Ya and it’s all gonna be mine unless you get yur scrawny ass outa bed dude.” This was all said between a mouth full of food.

Sam shot out of bed nearly tripping on the pile of blankets on the floor. Pausing only briefly to grab his glasses off the night stand.

“Dude you pig! Leave me some.”

"Ever heard the sayin early bird gets the worm.” Edward laughed as Sam sat across from him. The table was small enough that it was hard to keep both plates from clinking together.

“Don’t worry I got you your own plate. It’s just too much fun to mess with you. Especially when it comes to your morning bacon. You’re like some crazed animal if you think some ones eaten it.”

Sam wasn’t paying attention anymore. He pulled the napkin off the top of the plate, and inhaled the heavenly sent of fried crispy bacon. He could already taste it with its crunchy meaty flavor. Thick and juicy, to him the best thing on the planet, gods gift to man.

After finishing his food in a matter of minutes, Sam hopped off the chair. He stretched out bending nearly backwards, with a huge yawn. The sound of popping was heard as his joints and back popped. He let out a relieved sigh.

“Damn that feels good. Great breakfast and a good stretch.”

“Ya well next time you stretch like that in front of me make sure you’re not in your tighty-whities dude. Totally made me lose my appetite.”  He pushed his remaining food away and stood himself. The sun shone in on Edwards hard body lighting up his defined six-pack, and the hard contours of his body. He let his jeans sit low on his hips, with hip bones jutting out.

Sam felt envy rise up in his gut. Looking down at his own body he sighed. Compared to his brother his, tiny five foot six inches was nothing. In place of a hard body Sam had a lithe soft body with just a touch of healthy muscle. His grey eyes covered by round black framed glasses, and freckles marring his face, and body.

“Ugh put a shirt on no one wants to see your overly muscled hide.” Sam turned towards the over night pack and grabbed a pair o clean clothes.

“I’m gonna take a shower then we can go. ” Sam slinked off to the shower and shut the door making sure to lock it. He didn’t want a repeat of last time. It was no fun getting ice cold water dumped on you while in a hot shower.

He turned the shower on and found the perfect lukewarm temperature, not to hot and not to cold. Sam slid his underwear down his creamy smooth legs, to drop on the floor. He kicked them to the corner of the room and stepped under the spray of water, his silky red hair instantly sticking to his skin.  Taking a deep breath, Sam took comfort in the warm heavy air coating the inside of his nose and throat.

Not wanting to take long he grabbed the crappy hotel shampoo and quickly scrubbing it through his hair. Next up he took the soap, his least favorite aspect of hotel products. Somehow it always managed to make his skin feel sticky and dry at the same time, not to mention the smell, plain, and dull.

He turned the shower off and used the scratchy towel to dry off and slid into his faded regular styled boot cut jeans, and his long sleeved green shirt.

“Alright Edd, time to go.”

“Kay squirt shouldn’t take to long. Besides don’t you have classes tomorrow too?”

“Ya I do. I have my Anthropology class.” Sam grabbed the duffle bag threw it over his shoulder and walked out of the room. Jumping up into the jeep he patted the dash.

“Poor little jeep. Have ta give ya a good wash when we get back home.”

“Leave my jeep alone dude. It gives her character.” Edd patted the side of the jeep then looked at his hand; He made a face then wiped his hand on his jeans, leaving a dirt smudge on them.

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Once the jeep pulled into the drive Sam hopped out giving it almost no time to really stop.

“I call first dibs on the bathroom.” Edd called as he turned off the ignition, one muscular leg on its way out of the jeep.

“Sorry to slow. It’s mine.” Sam pulled out his keys and bounced on the balls of his feet as he unlocked the door. He heard the tell-tale signs of his brother’s foot steps on the concrete behind him. Pushing the door open he raced to the bathroom unbuttoning his jeans as he went. Edward was running behind him, but Sam made it in just spare seconds before Edward reached him. Sam slammed the door shut and giggled as he heard Edward slam into the door, with an ouch, and a curse that followed.

“Haha to bad man. I’ll tell ya the best thing to think of right now is water. Here let me help.” Sam turned on the faucet, then dropped his pants. He finished his business and washed his hands. Feeling particularly evil he stood in the bathroom for a few more minutes as Edward pounded in the door.

“Damn it Sammy get the fuck out. I know what you’re doing…”

Sam could hear Edward squirm through the door he let an evil smirk fall over his face.

“Me I’m not doing anything dear brother.”

“EXACTLY! That’s my point, now if you don’t hurry up and let me in Samuel, I’ll go pee on your bed!”

Knowing He wasn’t joking because I used his full name, Sam darted out of the bathroom as fast as he could running smack right into his brother’s chest.

“Sonofa you’re like a fricken brick wall man” Sam complained as he rubbed his nose.

“Serves you right man.” Edward replied as he slammed the door.

Sam scuffled to the kitchen his nose was red and sore, and his grey eyes were teary. He opened the fridge and pulled out his V8 smoothie jug and poured himself a glass. He took a small sip then held the cool glass against his nose, flinching at the initial contact then he let out a relieved sigh.

“God you’re such a baby dude.”

Sam jumped not having heard his brother come up behind him. He pouted as he glared at Edd. All this accomplished was making Edd laugh considering he looked like a cute kitten trying to look like a lion.

“S’not my fault I’m more delicate than you are. You’re built like a fricken tank dude.”

“Ya okay you’re right. My scrawny big brother, seriously I should have been born first with how much I end up protecting you. Anyways we have another job to do Sam. We have to try and find a half-breed for our client. She half succubus, half human, and according to the client she has been killing too many men, and draining their women to the point they need to be hospitalized.”

He pulled out a folder from the filing cabinet. His eyes were intense, and dark. Sam knew that Edward shared the same hate of half-breeds as the rest of the world both human and demons alike. Well he shouldn’t say the rest of the world, more like America only. He doesn’t know when this prejudice started, but most other countries were pretty accepting.

Sam couldn’t understand it. Yes he knew in the beginning demons, mystical creatures, and humans were at odds with each other. The demons wanted to take over and enslave the humans, and the humans wouldn’t take it. After a long war many years ago, both sides finally came to the conclusion that it was a loose, loose situation, and decided on a piece treaty. Most of the Demons and mystical creatures accepted some of those included succubae, incubi, vampires, werewolves, fae, and so forth.

So we now we live under a shaky truce, not all agreed obviously. There was a new section under law enforcement created based on this treaty. It’s to help keep all races protected that signed the treaty. It is made up of many different creatures and humans. My brother and I are usually intelligence collectors, very rarely do we get sent out on actual missions. We are only sent out when they are short handed which seems like that is the case now.

“Alright Edd, but please, don’t jump to conclusions this time. You know when it comes to half-breeds the truth is usually stretched quite a bit.” He pleaded

“Sam there dangerous, remember what happened last time, you were almost killed by that vampire half-breed.”

“What you seem to be forgetting is that you jumped the gun and started to shoot at him. I had been so close to getting him calm before that. The reason he almost killed me is that he started to panic after you shot him.” His angry tone rumbled out of his voice.

“Sam they have no control of themselves, they’re wild and unpredictable.”

“Why do think that is Edd.” He scolded “If they aren’t killed right after birth they are left to fend for themselves; with no instructions on how to control themselves, how to control their natural instincts and desires. Look at the half-breeds in the other countries; they live together with the others just fine, because they have been taught.” Sam’s voice was frosty and he could see Edd shiver at his tone.

“Whatever, Fine ask first shoot later. Anyways her names Diana, she’s supposed to be in a city about two hours away. So we can head over after your class tomorrow.” He placed the folder in front of Sam then headed to his room and shut the door softly.

Sam looked down quietly at the folder, he could still feel rage at the injustice of the half-breeds, and how people could be so closed minded. It was a sad thing; to this day he still couldn’t forget that half-breed vampire. He hadn’t survived the meeting Edd had made sure that when he shot him the places they hit counted. Justin, that was his name, he had only been 16, young and scared to death. When I found him he had been shaking, ashen white, and covered in blood. His dark blue eyes were full of tears as they fell down his face.

So confused and scared, I got close enough to him to place a hand on his shoulder and he flinched slamming himself against the wall. His eyes were wide, and his chest rising and falling rapidly. Our conversation was not very long He told me his name, and how no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t control himself. I felt so bad for him and brought the boy to my chest in a hug as he shivered and sobbed into my shoulder. It was at that moment Edward came barging in guns drawn. Justin had been so startled he pulled out of my arms leaving a deep scratch across my side from his claws.

It was then Edd began shooting leading to Justin’s death. It took me weeks to forgive Edward for that moment. He had to grovel and plead just to get me to talk to him. That was the most pampered I had ever been, what with him trying to get back into my good graces.

He set the folder down on the table and shuffled to his room eyes downcast as he gently shut the door.

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(TBC)