Chapter 17

Sam stopped the impala by the lake bodies were being found at. Center Hill Lake. It was glimmering in the blue light of the moon. The waterfall in the background was enticing. It was amazing how large this lake was. I wonder why she brought them here. Maybe because it wasn't necessarily in town. It was just outside of town, almost in Nashville.

"So, what do we do?" I asked, still sitting next to Sam.

"We... Make traps in the grass... And around the dirt. And we wait."

I nodded. We exited the impala, and went to the lake. We began painting the traps. It only took us 20 minutes to finish the traps. I knew Greek, so I had the exorcism. I had replayed it throughout the car ride. It was simple. Kind of.

Sam and I finished the traps, and sat silently. We waited for someone suspicious to come around. Possibly. Five minutes turned to ten, and ten turned to thirty. Something caught my eye. It was a male and female just off in the distance on a park bench. They were making out sloppily from what I could see. I think that might be our culprit.

"Sammy."

I jabbed him, and made him look . His face made a look of disgust, and his emotion of disgust hit me in another wave. Gosh, this sucked.

Me being the hunter I am, I yelled out, "Mara!"

The woman stopped making out with the guy, and looked in our direction. She knew we caught her red handed. The man's attention was also caught, but before he could yell, his neck was snapped. Found Mara!

She ran at us, completely dodging the traps. What the hell?! She came after me first, nails growing to about 6 inches. Holy crap! I noticed a spiked tail come from behind her dress. Her teeth almost became like a vampires; sharp and bloodthirsty. Her once beautiful features, became animalistic and creepy. Her hand swung, cutting my cheek with three gashes. Please, dear god, don't let me die! I shoved her back as hard as I could, hoping to make it into the trap. I failed, but Sam swung the bat, and landed it right in her arm. She hissed, as her skin began to bubble. Whiled she went after Sammy, I yanked her arm, and pulled her into the trap with me. I walked out, and stood there. She hissed at me again.

"You okay, Sammy?" I asked.

"Yup."

I turned back to Mara, "so, Mara. How's the hunting life going?"

"Ya' know, in point two seconds, you're going to become paralyzed. Three... Two-"

Like she said, I collapsed. I fell into the soft grass, but it didn't help the fact my brain began to hurt again.

"Yeah, but I can still talk!" I began reciting the exorcism. Mara began to hiss at me, and bang on the invisible walls that trapped her. Sam stood on the sidelines, and held the iron crow bar. Mara hissed again, and she bang to turn somewhat human again. Her features going away that made her the succubus. She screamed once more, and a purplish-blue smoke came from her mouth. I kept going with the exorcism, not failing one word. Mara's body collapsed, and I assumed we were done.

In a few minutes, Mara stood up again. She gave a deep, menacing chuckle.

"You can't kill me with an exorcism. That only send the demon part back to Hell. I'm still here," she growled.

I saw her look at Sammy with a seductive look. Sam dropped the crowbar as the woman morphed into a pretty blonde woman. She must've been something, or rather someone, Sam loved.

"Hi, Sammy. I've missed you." The new voice of Mara's purred.

"Jess," Sam said, almost lovingly.

"Will you let me go? It's not my fault," she purred again.

"NO! SAM!" I shouted. But, Sam wiped the grass, breaking the trap. Mara- or Jess- walked through, giving Sam a hug, "No! Sammy, she's not real!"

"I love you, Jessica."

His words seemed to snap my heart in two. I was truly watching him die. I had no doubt.

I couldn't move from the wet grass. The damn bitch paralyzed me! I tried, and I tried so hard. I couldn't let Sam do this. I screamed his name, trying to break it. All of the sudden, he looked at me. The lust gone.

"Kylee?"

"Sammy!"

Sam grabbed a crow bar from the ground as quick as he could. Mara looked angry, and tried to reach for his heart. Sam flung the crow bar as hard as he could at the succubus, impaling her ribcage. She screamed in pain, and her skin began to disintegrate. She collapsed on the grass, only dust now. I moved my fingers. The paralysis wore off. Although, it hurt to try and sit up.

"Kylee? Kylee! Are you okay?" Sammy asked seriously. He ran to me, sliding to his knees, and he lifted me up to a sitting position. I grunted, but went along with it. Sam held me close to his chest, and I could feel something wet hit my head. It was a tear.

"Sammy, Sammy! It's okay. It's okay. I'm okay." I whispered, bringing my hand up to his face. I caressed his cheek, "It's okay."

"I-I just thought. It looked so.. Real. I thought it was really her. I'm sorry!"

"Sam-" I was cut off by his lips pressing to mine roughly. I kissed back, feeling the waves of sorrow, lust, and love coming from every pore in his body. Possibly even mine. I felt one of his hands go to my cheek. I winced, trying not to break the kiss. But, Sam noticed, and pulled back.

"Shit. Sorry." He mumbled.

I laughed a little at his frustration, "It's okay. It just stings a little."

Sam didn't say anything further. He just slid his arm under my knees, and another behind my back. I laced my hands around his neck. He picked me up swiftly, and took me to the impala. He set me in the passenger side, and ran to grab our weapons. Wouldn't want the cops tracking us, now would we? When Sam got back, he put the weapons in the back seat. He drove us back to the motel, and carried me to the bed.

Sitting me down, he told me to wait. I rolled my eyes. I don't think I need help bandaging myself. When the thought came to mind, I felt something warm trickle down my neck. I guess I needed stitches! Sam came back into the room with a bottle of hard liquor, a needle, and some clear fishing line. Guess he couldn't find thread. Without warning, he poured he liquor on my cheek. I silently screeched at the pain.

"Sorry."

I mumbled a 'you're fine' and he began to stitch my face. Yes, it was painful, and very uncomfortable for someone to be that close to my face.

Sam finished, and put a white bandage over the stitching. He was surprisingly good at stitching. I- on the other hand- was messy and horrible.

"You got any wounds?" I asked, after he sat on the King sized bed with me.

"Surprisingly, no," he chuckled.

"Good. So, now I can do this." I kissed his cheek," and this," I crawled on top on his lap, and planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth, "And this." I kissed his lips, pulling us into a long lasting kiss.

I straightened up, and pulled my tee shirt over my head, leaving me in a bra and shorts. I did the same to Sam, and pushed him backwards on the bed. I smiled, and planted kisses from the top of where his pants ended on his waist, all the way to his neck. I kissed from his collarbone to the corner of his lips. Isn't this wonderful? After a hunt...

Sam flipped us over, hovering over me. His head dipped, reaching my own collarbone. He placed soft kisses up to my mouth. I felt one of his hands touch the top of my shorts. He slipped a finger into one of the loops, and lightly tugged. I unbuttoned them, and he pulled them off of my legs, breaking the kiss. I took a long breath. We were both panting, trying to catch our breaths after what just happened.

I sat up, my legs still under Sam's. He was still straddling my legs, so I sat on my knees, and trailed kisses up to his lips again . I yanked the loops of his jeans, and they hit the floor somewhere in the room within seconds. With Sam in his boxers, and myself in my panties and bra, I felt the cool air his my skin. A wave of lust and love came from Sam.

Lightly moving my hands from Sam's hips to his muscular back- just above his boxers- Sam pulled me closer to him. We were both sitting on our knees, and he was still like six inches taller than me. I looked up, and saw him looking down at me.

"I love you, Sammy." I whispered.

"I love you, too."

I felt his warm hands unhook my bra, and the fabric slide from my arms. Sam's hands stayed behind me, and I felt us going backwards. Sam was straddling me again, and I was laying beneath him. He kissed my lips, and softly pulled my panties from my legs. I yanked his boxers off, and we were both naked.

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A/N: *TROLL FACE* sorry! HAHAHAHAHA. You guys still love me though? Right?

Anyway! They said the three magic words. And then Sam got into her pants.

Sam: DUDE. My love life isn't your business.

Me: not gonna ask how you got in here... But, hey, I write it, so...

Sam: *glares*

Again, anyway! Haha. What're the thoughts running through your devious minds? Hmmmmm? Comment/ message me!

~Mae

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