Chapter 5: The Truth

I drove to the back of the field off of the highway and met Sam. (Elliott had stayed home after I begged him not to come.) Sam was in his new black '09 Chevy with the bass up high and stereo blaring. I could hear every word of Kanye West's "Heartless" playing, it was so loud. He saw me pulling up, turned off his humming Chevy, and got out to meet me.
"Brog," he said with a genuine grin on his face.
"Hey, Sam," I replied biting my lower lip but returning his smile with one that was as genuine as his.
Sam pulled me toward him, holding me tightly, and he kissed my forehead very lightly. Sam's body always felt reassuring. The only bad thing was his evil sister. She loved him ,but she hated me. She was truly evil. She looked and acted like Satan's spawn (no offence to Sam's loving and kind parents) to me and Sam knew it.
"Let's get in my truck. It looks warmer than your little Ford," he nodded to my white, big, old '98 Ford F250. It never had anything wrong with it.
"Hey, don't hate on the baby. That truck has never had a thing wrong with it," I was going to defend my truck, but compared to his monster truck, it was nothing but a baby.
He leaned in the front seat and turned on the monster. I climbed in the backseat after much struggling and help from Sam that I am pretty sure he did not mind at all with. No wonder guys get such high weels on their trucks. He got in and pulled me close to him. I wrapped myself around him. I got so close to him I could hear his heartbeat. His heartbeat. Did Elliott have a heartbeat? I mentally shook myself. I looked into his deep, beautiful, green eyes for a few seconds and he leaned down to kiss me.
He felt so warm. At first he was kissing me softly with long, delicate kisses. Next thing I knew he was giving me more insistent kisses and I returned them. I kissed his neck, his hands, and his face and he did the same to me.
"I love you, Brogan Rose Northman, and one day I would like to marry you. I couldn't ever think of loving anyone else," Sam announced.
"I love you, Samuel Emmett Troy, I love you, and I hope you won't go back on your word, Sam, because I do, too," I said cuddled close to him, holding him as tight as he was holding me, not even realizing what I was saying. Well, shit. God, please help me chose the right one, come to me in my dream tonight, send me a sign, please. Was it possible that I loved both of them? Probably, but in the end I had to choose.
"So, sweet, what did you want to talk about?" Sam asked after looking me over and kissing me again.
"What?" I snapped back my head back to him. There was something in the woods, moving. At least there was no caw-thump-thumping. But it had that presence that made it scary.
"At school, when you called me, you said you needed to talk to me, that you needed to tell me something."
After more looking I said, "Sam something's out in the woods."
"What? That doesn't seem that important that you had to call me at school, set a meeting time, and oh-" It took him a moment to register. He looked out the window and became more alert. "STAY HERE." He said it with such a finality that I didn't even question him. Just nodded.
Then three figures stepped out of the woods. I nearly did the whole nine yards in my pants they were so scary. There was one man(standing in the front) and two girls and out of them was Sam's sister, the evil twin Sarah.
Sarah, who looked nothing like Sam in the beauty department (she was beautiful don't get me wrong but for twins they were so far from different), was tall lanky, with inhumanly yellowish-green eyes, black hair down half of her back and took to her mother's half-Cherokee skin color with high cheek bones and scarred skin. She was beautiful in a totally scary way. If you've seen Megan Fox in Jennifer's Body, picture that but with more defined features, rounder hips, and brighter more threatening eyes.
The other two looked more evil than Sarah. The girl had a regal posture. She looked like she thought she was something, royalty maybe. Her hair was so blonde it was almost white and it wasn't a dye either; it was long, longer than Sarah's, and very curly. She had glowing, yes they were literally glowing, red eyes. She had a humorous expression on her face and looked directly at me. I stared right back her, two can play at this game, even though I nearly collapsed of fear.
The man was beautifully scary. He like, what look liked his sister, had blonde hair and those scary red eyes that would make a room full of kids scream and maybe die of fear. He had shaggy hair with bangs that cut over his eyes diagonally and it made him seem more frightening because it didn't cover the glowing redness of his left eye. His sister was the first to break the silence by looking at me and laughing.
"You're the one, the one, the one girl that The Dude Up In the Sky picked to be the only girl spirit hunter?" She looked at me some more and laughed harder.
"SILENCE!" Mean Guy shouted. Yup, he's evil.
Despite what Mean Guy yelled, I yelled back to Mean Shithead Girl, "What in the HELL do you have against me?! And how did you know?" I asked not fearfully now, but courageously and fearless, like my dream horse Fearless Pride.
"Don't use my home's name in vain. I don't say what on Earth... Wait. I do. And, I have everything against you. For one thing, Big Guns picked you, my father hates you, you took the only girl position. Oh and to answer your second question; I saw you; I see you; and I've seen you with your dear, precious Elliott. " She turned to Sam, "Your hear that, Sam? Elliott. The angel." She said it like she knew something that she wasn't going to tell us.
Sam looked angrier than when he couldn't catch a pass or when he dicovered his dad went out drinking, had slept with another woman, and tried to come home but his body was discovered 3 miles north of Lexington along with his totaled car in a ditch. Suddenly, his body was rippling, straining, and changing. He was forming his hand into claws as viscous as the bear's in Gander Mountain.
"You can't do shit to them, Sam. Chassidy and Jared will rip you to shreds, eat the pieces, and enjoy it. And so will I," this time is was Sarah Joss Troy talking and laughing at her brother's foolishness.
I ran over to Sam holding him tighter than when we were in the truck. Weather. I need to do something to the weather. Suddenly there was a gust of cold wind coming from the east and a warm gust coming from the west meeting here and swirling the low pressure of the storm pressing down on us. Them, not us I told the weather. It nearly knocked them down. You may pass, I silently told the weather. It listened, surprisingly.
"Now," I said stronger and more assured than I've ever felt before, "we may talk civily. What are you?" I asked looking from the man, Jared I assume, the woman, Chassidy (probably), Sarah, and last Sam.
"Sam, you explain. You know how the weather always gets us down," Jared commanded Sam tirely.
"I am a werewolf, a good one at that, one that fights for good, unlike Sarah. Sarah is a half werewolf and half demon which explains her evil vibe, looks, and ways. She became a demon because one day she was dying and Jared, here, was there." Sam motioned to Jared and Jared tossed his hand like a gay guy buying the last Gucci man purse on sale and the sales lady complimented his swiftness. Sam rolled his eyes (he hated queers (and needs to just get over it)) and explained, "He sensed death and found her. A demon makes a demon by kissing the victim and sucking the soul right out of the person but since Sarah was half werewolf when this happened, all of her soul could not be taken, so only half was. Which brings us to Chassidy and Jared. They are twins and Satan's immortal spawns, literally. They aren't vampires although they do take after vampires in many ways." I shuddered, Sam rubbed my back but continued, "They are demons. Real ones, not those fakes that are really ghosts. Ghosts are just posers. Everyone who is supernatural can see each other for our true nature. Which brings us to you."
"Wait, Chassidy implied that you knew Elliott." Well I needed to change my relationship status on Facebook from in a relationship to it's complicated. I laughed, and I needed to revise my note to Katelyn (my bestfriend) that says "my completely human boyfriend" just to "my boyfriend" because he (the one she knew, Sam) was far from human.
"Mary and Amelia, too. In a way I work for them. They are good. You may be wondering why Jared, Chassidy, and Sarah haven't killed us. It is because we are off limits, as are they. There is a war waging between the two other worlds, Heaven and Hell. Each side has to pick only a few people to be off limits; and me, you, Elliott, Amelia, and Mary are off limits. Now your turn about Elliott." I chuckled at his use of improper English but it faded as he mentioned Elliott.
I told Sam the way Elliott and I met the first and second time not leaving out a single detail, I even told him how I was going to break up with him (Sam) but now I can't because I love him too much and I can't tell Elliott to just go fuck off. That's when I was interruppted by Sam saying, "But Elliott knew you and I were dating why would he do this?" and Chassidy laughing and saying, "My Evilness! A spirit hunter with such a dirty mouth. Sarah, you may have competition." and she snorted and laughed some more. I commanded the weather to blow them off their laughing asses and dismissed it with a satisfied grin on my face as they pulled themselves up with tiredness seeping through their pores. "Maybe you should go to Hell, oh and don't forget to tell Satan to rot in his grave." It was my turn to laugh and they disappeared in the trees, very angry.
"Now where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" Sam said and we both climbed in the truck bed. We stared at the stars and kissed like the world was going to end, in a way the world as we knew it was vanishing before our eyes. At eleven o'clock I went home with a smile on my face and glad that we were all even in telling the truth. Sam didn't even have a bad reaction to me telling him about Elliott, but I still had to tell Elliott about Sam.
The truth shall set you free as my mom's boss would say. Good old Mr. Brian was right. The truth is powerful and has good effects. The truth was a wonderful thing. And the good side was all about truth. I was pretty happy with the truth right now. So happy I could just hug it, if it was a person.