Not only did Sam move to the murder capital, known as 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗮. He met a girl he immediately fell for. Not only did he grew to care and love her, he also felt a powerful need to protect 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 at all cost. Even if it meant risk...
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The next day, Sam and I sat outside of his house waiting for edger and Alan to show up. Sam bounced his leg anxiously and licked his lips over and over again.
"They will be here soon" I say nudging his arm
"I know I kno-"
The sound of bikes made both Sam and I look up.
"Oh my god" I watched as edger and Alan speed past the gate and stop in front of us, drifting on the gravel. They wore camo cargo pants and t-shirts. Black paint spread on their cheeks.
Sam and I stood up as the boys got off their bikes and shoved them down to the ground
"Okay where is the Nosferatu?" Edger asked with his deep voice. We all walked in the house, Sam locking the door behind us
"Who?" I raised my eyebrows.
"The prince of darkness" he rolled his eyes as the three of them walked deeper and deeper into the house, me just following them.
"The night crawler, the bloodsucker-"
"El vampiro" edger cut off Alan.
"Mike they're here!" Sam yelled. He looks at me with a grin and held up a pair of keys.
