By Scheherzade

Her red truck coughed and spluttered, screeching to a stop, wheezing before it became dead. But of course, this had to happen; after all, when did bad luck miss a chance at picking on Samantha Montgomery? She was after all, God's personal joke; she didn't care what her grandmother said about justice and equality, the man upstairs had it in for her.

She sighed, stepping out of the car to walk around it, her eyes narrowing at the piece of junk. It was a rusty, red piece of garbage that needed to be disposed of immediately; but Sam always had a knack for developing unusual and rather odd attachments to her possessions and her car, christened Jack by her, was at the top of the list. She wouldn't exchange it for any glamorous car.

So after seeing her truck's devastating state, she whipped out her cellphone, punching in numbers frantically. She was met by the dull, boring voice that asked for her current address and vowed that their service would be available to her 'right away'. She sighed, pressing the 'off' button before pressing a few other keys to make a second call.

This was to her first crush.

Well. If you can count a six year old boy your first crush. Jazz was a little miscreant that she had been babysitting since she was sixteen and he was four; at first, he was just a spoilt brat from a filthy rich family. But as time went by and the folds of his life were revealed to her, he formed another image in her mind and he became one of her few best friends. She didn't care about the age difference; he as a child could understand more than any adult could.

Today was his seventh birthday and his love for horror movies had convinced him to throw a Hallowe'en party. She hadn't even thought of dressing up until Jazz convinced her with those gorgeous eyes of his, round and wide like golf balls, brimming with tears. She had agreed but she hadn't gotten out of her way to dress up - She just found a pig mask at the back of her closet and put it on over her normal, black clothes.

"Hello?" a deep voice said on the other end of the line.

"Hello, Mr. Salvatore," she said, her voice rather down, "Could you please give the phone to Jazz?"

"I'm sorry, he's busy in the jumping castle at the moment," Mr. Salvatore cleared his throat, "Can I take a message?"

"Yes, could you tell him that my car broke down and I'm going to be a little late. But I promise, I will be there."

"You better be," he chuckled, "Jazz keeps on asking for you. Plus, you have the family camera, do you not? Did you get it fixed, Sam?"

"Oh yes," she nodded, "It's up and running."

"Alright then," Mr. Salvatore sighed, "Try not to be too late, Sam. Jazz won't cut the cake without you and we can't keep these kids here all night. I'm already getting a migraine, imagine what will be my condition at the end of the party."

She laughed, "Alright, Mr. Salvatore, I'll try my best."

She pushed the end button, finishing the call and stuffing the phone back into her jacket's pocket. The sky's color was slowly inching towards black, the whispering wind blowing the leaves which whispered secrets among one another. She shut the car door, locking it up, deciding to wander around a bit.

She sighed, sitting down on the sidewalk with the Salvatore camera in her hand, her pig mask set on her face. She was sure that all the cars passing by slowed down to look at her; after all, a human with a pig face is not exactly a usual sight. Plus, the pig mask was scary. No joke.

She heard rumbling from behind her, a car smoothly parking itself behind her's. Sam stood up, brushing the back of her jeans and taking off her mask, turning around to face the man who she knew was walking towards her.

The first thing she saw was a pair of striking, grayish silver eyes, set below aristocratically arched eyebrows. Her eyes began to skim the rest of his face; his pale face, with the high cheekbones and the set jaw, with a straight nose and nicely curved lips. But when Sam put all these features together, she groaned.

It was Chris Clayton.

And who might that be?

Why, it was her ex boyfriend.

See! God did have it in for her!

"Sam?" he said, his irish accent mixed with his melted chocolate voice sending shivers down her spine like it always did, even after he ripped her heart out and broke it into a billion pieces.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice sharp like glass, cutting across the silence.

He frowned, looking at a piece of paper, "It says here that I had to stop by - Your car. It broke down, yeah?"

"Yes," she rolled her eyes.

Chris frowned at her, throwing his black hair out of his eyes before turning around and mumbling, "I should really start looking at customer names."

Sam sighed, watching his retreating back. He was dressed in a black sweat shirt, with Henderson Body Shop written in white on the back and dark jeans. Even two months later, he managed to make her heart jump out of her rib cage. Had it not been for her and her insufferable inability to hold anything in, she would have still been with him.

She had told him she loved him; and he panicked, said sorry and without another word, ran away from her. Sam took that as a sign that they were over and the next day, it was obvious they were. It was just a shame; Chris Clayton was the heart throb of Hendon High, the boy of her dreams, the only man to win her affections - the only person in this entire world that she had been - scratch that, is crazy about.

"So what happened?" he asked, lifting the plate to reveal a smoking engine. He lifted a hand to blow the gray smoke away, coughing.

"Huh?" she said, snapping out of her thoughts.

"The car," he said, jerking his chin towards her red truck, "What happened?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, "it broke down -"

"Hey!" he said suddenly, a sunny smile in his voice. He leaned forward, towards her and for one mad second, she thought he was going to embrace her but he simply grabbed the pig mask from her hand, "I remember this! I wore it when you were rolling around in your bed because of -" he rolled his eyes - "period pain. I was trying to make you cheer up and you slapped me." He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Hey! You don't bleed once a month, you don't get to judge," she said, snatching her mask away.

"Where are you going with that mask, anyway," he asked, starting work at the engine, his skillful hands fluttering over the car so fast that Sam couldn't follow his movements due to their fast speed.

"I, uh, I have a party to go to," she said, picking at her nails and deliberately avoiding his eyes.

Chris stared at her before bursting into laughter, a silver shine appearing in his gorgeous gray eyes, leaving her breathless, "And you're going as a pig?"

Her face became cold, the warmth and laughter draining from it, "Actually, I'm dressing up as you. Cause you know, you're a pig."

He looked up at her, over the engine. His face had become serious, no trace of laughter in those sharp features. Without taking his eyes off of her's, he said in a quiet voice, "That's a good one."

She sighed, "Actually, I'm going to Jazz' birthday. It's a Halloween themed party and he wouldn't let me come if I didn't dress up."

"Why are you going anyway?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "You aren't really a fan of kids."

"There'll be good cake," she said indifferently, shrugging her shoulders. "Plus, Jazz isn't a normal kid." She raised an eyebrow, her chocolate brown eyes suddenly turning cold, "And I don't abandon people."

He stood up to his full height, closing the plate of the car, already done fixing it. "Are you saying I abandoned you?"

Sam turned her face away, "Have you fixed my car?"

He strode forward, leaning forward and grabbing her wrist, pulling her closer to him, "You don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm asking you if the car is fixed, Christopher."

"And you don't know anything, Samantha."

It was blissful oblivion, being back in his arms again. But Sam couldn't take the passion and the fire that was coursing through her body, neither could she stand the intensity of his gaze. She pulled away from him, opening the door of her red truck, "How much do I owe you?"

He shook his head, "It's on me."

"Don't be stupid -"

"It's the least I can do, especially since I abandoned you," he said, hurt flashing across his eyes. Sam regretted bashing him like that when she saw how much her words had pained him. He chuckled a humorless laugh and looked up at her with those deep gray eyes, "Again … if only you knew."

"Knew what?"

He shook his head, not giving an answer. He began to walk away towards his car, parked on the other side of the road. Before getting in, he turned around to wave at her and yell, "Have fun at your party."

"Ah, you came," Mr. Salvatore exhaled in relief when he saw Sam, "As a pig." He blinked but then shook his head, chuckling, "Dear God, Samantha, these kids will drive me crazy. Jazz alone is a handful for me."

She laughed an artificial laugh, the effect only lasting up till her gums and not touching her eyes, which appeared dejected after her encounter with Chris.

"Samantha!" she was suddenly being hugged by someone half her size, their skinny arms wrapped around her knees. She laughed, bending down and placing an arm around Jazz' back.

"Happy birthday, buddy," she smiled, crouching down so she could embrace him properly, her hand stroking his soft blonde hair. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes over bright, dressed up like a vampire in black clothes and what looked like red lipstick around his mouth.

"Sam, you look so funny in this mask! Did you get me a present?" he asked, flashing his teeth in a smile that had her heart melting.

"Of course I did," she said, producing a large box, wrapped in sparkling blue paper. He squealed with delight but before he could rip it open, Mr. Salvatore snatched it away, scolding his son that it would be rude to open presents while all his friends were in the hall. After a guarantee that Sam's gift would be the first one to be opened, Jazz sped back to the party, his cape blowing behind him.

"Your son is beautiful," Sam said, her heart swelling up with the love she had for that boy.

Mr. Salvatore nodded, not touched by her declaration. "Why don't you go keep my camera in my study? All these kids and nannies here, it might get stolen."

Sam nodded, clutching the black instrument in her hand, "Of course, Mr. Salvatore."

She slipped off her pig mask, rolling it up and stuffing it into the pocket of her black coat. The camera still in her hand, she made her way through the familiar house, crowded with unfamiliar guests. Adults were socializing with drinks in their hands while kids were running around in their costumes, dressed as fairies, witches, ghouls and ghosts. One kid even came as Edward Cullen, the other as Harry Potter.

She entered Mr. Salvatore's study, the classy wooden room with the old, green lamps illuminating the darkness. She had always been fascinated by the shelves covering the walls, congested with books. Mr. Salvatore had once told her that some of the books on his shelf had seen both the world wars. After placing the camera on his desk, she rushed over to the shelves, her eyes skimming the books hungrily.

She heard the door click open, disturbing her. Mr. Salvatore was standing there, tall with his black hair rumpled, a wine glass in his hand. "Oh, sorry, Mr. Salvatore," she said, rushing forward to leave the room, "I just got distracted by your collection. I'll just -"

She stopped speaking when she saw him close the door and silently press the lock. "Did I mention that you look beautiful tonight, Sam?"

Sam could feel fear pulsating from her heart and overtake her body, freezing all her muscles and cells, leaving her without the capability of even lifting a finger.

"I always told Jenna that you're one pretty girl," Mr. Salvatore walked forward, brushing a lock of Sam's hair away from her face, "But she never listened to me."

"Mr. Salvatore," she said warningly, taking a step away from him.

He smiled lopsidedly, backing her up against a wall and then placing his hands on both sides of her face, caging her in, "There's not much space to run in this room, Samantha."

"Please," she said, horrified and disgusted by the pleading element in her voice.

He grinned, "Oh, come on, Sam. Ever since you came to work here, we've had such tension between us -"

"I have a boyfriend," she whispered, tears pooling in her eyes at her lie, a dagger piercing her heart.

He rolled his eyes, "Like I'm supposed to believe that." And then he was working at the buttons of her black shirt, his lips on her jaw, marking her with kisses that she didn't want. Sam struggled, pushed, screamed. His hands began to roam her body, one slipping up her shirt, dangerously close to her breasts while the other slipped underneath her skirt, inching forward to grope her -

Images flashed across Sam's mind. The fear she was feeling at his moment was so different from what she had felt when Chris had touched her like this. She had liked it - it had been so pleasurable. But right now, the way his hands were moving, marking her, making her dirty, impure - No. She would not let him do this to her. Not let him take what was rightfully Chris's.

She shoved him away with all her might and she took advantage of his moment of surprise, lifting her leg to hit him between his legs at the point where it would hurt the most. He collapsed to the floor, groaning with pain, his hands clutching at the part which she had aimed a kick at. She jumped over his body, running to the door, tears clouding her vision and streaming down her cheeks.

She could hear Jazz screaming after her but at that moment, all she wanted to do was run away from the house that she had called her second home, from the man that she had thought of as a father, from the man that had almost raped her, from the man that had almost taken her virginity, the virginity that belonged to Chris.

She got into her truck, starting it up, her tears continuing to trickle down her face. It coughed and spluttered to life and she drove away with such speed that everyone in the parking lot stared after her, someone cursing, the other yelling. But at that moment, she couldn't care less.

Taking shuddering gasps of air, she tried to steady her breathing, tried to stop the flow of continuous tears. She felt so dirty, so impure as she drove on one of the abandoned roads, with rows of parallel trees surrounding her. How could Mr. Salvatore do that? At his son's seventh birthday party? To his baby sitter? How could he?

God really did have it in for her because at that very moment, her truck began to slow down, making the same noises that it had when it first broke down. And of course, just a few moments later, it screeched to a stop at the side of the road. Sam couldn't help the tears this time as she leaned her head against the steering wheel, fumbling for her phone in her pocket, dialing the number that she had learnt by heart.

"Hello?" the familiar irish accent filled her ears, making her heart ache.

"Chris?" she whispered, her voice broken.

"Sam?" he said frantically, "Sam, are you alright?"

She took a shuddering gasp of air, "My car broke down again."

"Don't worry, I'll come fix it," he said softly, "Where are you?"

She told him where she was and she could hear him slam his front door shut and start the engine of his car, "I'll be there in five minutes."

"Wait!" she said desperately before he could hang up, "Can you please talk to me?"

He didn't say anything for a moment and Sam was holding her breath, waiting for him to answer. He sighed, "Of course I can."

She took a shuddering gasp of air, her voice tear stained and trembling as she asked, "Tell me, Chris, did I do something wrong?"


"When we were together, where did I go wrong?" she questioned, a tear sliding down her cheek silently. She could hear a drizzle outside her car, but with a crack of thunder, it turned into a rain storm with the rain slashing against her car windows, hindering her view of the road.

She heard him sigh before he said dejectedly, "You didn't go wrong, Sam. It was me."

"Let's not play the blame game," she said, "What was so horrible about me being in love with you? Why did you run away from me, Chris?"

She could hear him sigh sadly, picture the desperately miserable expression on his face. And then without another word, the line went dead. The monotonous tone continued to ring in her ear, mocking her. Sam leaned her head back into the chair, her body shaking with trembling sobs, her eyes red, the pouring rain pounding down on her car. It seemed like she was doomed to be miserable and depressed; not once had the universe given her a break. Today was supposed to be a happy day, full of laughing children and good cake. Instead, it turned out to be a nightmare with her almost getting raped and her car breaking down twice.

Suddenly, her car door was thrown open and Sam jumped, her hand jumping up to her heart in shock. Chris was standing there, his black hair plastered to his face, his gray eyes shining away, his face pale. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out, the rain falling on her and drenching her from head to toe in a matter of two second.

"Chris, what are you -"

His lips crashed down on her's, silencing her. She was shocked for the first five seconds, her lips frozen against his warm, soft ones before melting into him and wrapping her arms around his neck, letting her eyes flutter shut. For the first time in two months, she felt complete and whole; she hadn't felt her body pressed up against his in so long and that familiar giddy feeling was taking over her body once again, captivating her, conquering her.

He pulled back, gasping for breath and leaned his head against her's, his gray eyes boring into her chocolate ones, "Do you have any idea how much being in love terrifies me? Sam - my love for you has snaked itself around my heart and has claimed it. It doesn't belong to me anymore, it belongs to you. And it doesn't makes decisions according to my wants and needs, it makes them according to yours. Do you know how scary that is? Knowing that something inside you belongs to someone else? Knowing that the one thing keeping you alive is in someone else's hands? It's down right petrifying. I was so in love with you that I didn't know how to handle it. Damn it, I still don't.

"So when you told me that you love me," Chris sighed, his eyes silver and over bright, having that sparkling look that indicated the presence of tears, "I was so bloody happy and when I saw how much joy you could bring me just by uttering three words, I got scared. I got so damn scared, Sam, I ran away; because honestly, you have me tied around your little finger. I'm here, aren't I? I came to you in the middle of a bloody rain storm because you sounded upset on the phone! You have me trapped in the cage of your love and no matter how hard I try to get out, you pull me back in. I just … I can't help falling in love with you no matter what, Sam."

Sam was staring at Chris, her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted in that sexy way that Chris adored. She pulled away slightly to get a better look at his face, her black hair wet, her lips blood red from the cold, "You're not joking are you?"

Chris rolled his eyes, "I give the most embarrassing speech of my life and you think it's a joke. Fantastic."

"It wasn't embarrassing," Sam whispered, stepping forward, "It was the most bloody romantic thing I had ever heard, including all of Romeo's declarations of love to Juliet."

Chris cracked a smile, his gray eyes sparkling in the dark. She smiled back and pushed herself up on her toes to press a kiss to his cold lips, whispering, "I love you too, Chris. Even after all the pain you've put me through … I love you, too."

"Pain?" he questioned against her lips. She nodded, smiling slightly, her chocolate brown eyes once again raging with life. He bit his lip, "Worse than period pain? Oh, God, will I have to wear that pig mask again to cheer you up?"

Sam burst out laughing, a hole in her heart slowly healing as the rain poured down on them and Chris leaned forward once again, to envelop her in an embrace, his lips locking with hers for the first time in many of their years together to come.


Written for the ADoR, Star - Cross'd contest! Hope you all liked it and do leave a review to tell me if you liked it, loved it, hated it, detested it - anything. :)