Re: [Webster's: Cris, Daniel & Sam]
Daniel didn't remember life that way. There was most certainly a 'before and an 'after,' but there had been a revolution to mark the transition from one to another; Sam's had been subtle, even surreptitious, one night and a set of dawns that were increasingly strange to her. Life after death didn't give Daniel a pardon from addiction, or any of the other strange tricks his mind liked to play. There were so many now, that Daniel didn't know if they were because he was a vampire or in spite of it. He had accepted the theory that it was just him, just Daniel.
Cris was now walking mortality; mortality, and a lot of questions.
Daniel watched him touch Sam, and it didn't bother him on any level. He watched carefully to see how the effect might manifest, but there was nothing in his possessive instincts that objected to Cris and Sam. He knew on every level that Cris would care for Sam and not intentionally do anything to hurt her; and vise versa. Daniel stared at the flush on Sam's cheeks. "Sam. This is not just... summer. Surely you know that?" She didn't. She might never.
Daniel looked at Cris. "When you leave her, it goes away? Do you know what happens to us in the sunlight?" He frowned, worried, and then looked at the window. Sunlight.