{My Roommate's A Super-Sexy Vampire....So What?} ((13))

When Quinn awoke once more, she was now tucked neatly into a large bed, covered with a feather down blanket but still wearing her clothes. She sat up, still somehow groggy, and glanced around. The room she was in was beautiful and built for a king. The drapes hanging from the tall ceiling by the window were burgundy and looked like satin, dripping with the softness of silk.

"Morning." Sam entered the room and Quinn stared long and hard at him.

"What the hell did you do to your hair?" She questioned. He shrugged, ruffled it with his hand, then flipped on the bedside lamp.

"I died it." He answered.

No fucking duh… Quinn rolled her eyes and swung herself out of the large king size bed.

"You could've at least maybe dyed it brown. But not black…" She sent him another sideways glance. No matter what color your hair is, you're still yummy… She added, walking past a large vanity with a crystal clear mirror. She caught a glance of herself and froze. "No…" She shuddered. "Who said you could dye my hair!!!?" Quinn held out her now blondish hair and growled. Sam looked bemused.

"No one did. I decided to myself." He watched Quinn with a grin. She stomped her feet furiously on the ground then came at Sam. He didn't flinch and when she threw herself pointlessly onto him, he simply held her by her hips up in the air as if she were a pillow.

"I'm immortal, remember? I'm also abnormally strong, fast, good looking, and so dangerous I could kill you with a single punch…" Sam said casually, even though his eyes were black and full of meaning. "If I were you, I would watch my back…" He threw Quinn lightly onto the bed with a mischievous grin. "Plus, I want you to be safe. It's not like those vampire just gave up when we left town. They'll keep searching and we'll have to keep moving. Any subtle difference can help a thousand times more than you think."

Quinn could still feel his freezing cold hands on her hips and instantly envisioned him, strong and tender, above her and moving to a rhythmic beat echoing in Quinn's ears.

That image shot through Sam like an arrow, spearing him right through the head and right through the stomach. He practically jumped onto Quinn right then and there but he quickly staggered from the room and tried to tug the mental image from his head.