Pretty When She Kills by Rhiannon Frater Page B

Samantha’s summarization of all the seasons of Medium to Benchley.
    She adamantly shook her head, her blond hair whipping about. “Nope. Never.”
    Returning his gaze to the book, Jeff continued to scan entries. He had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach and it was only growing worse.
    “Oh, shit.” Benchley sat back, his expression fading to solemn. “Jeff has that look.”
    “What look? There’s a look?” Samantha leaned over to peer into Jeff’s face. “What’s that look?”
    Jeff swatted her pointing finger away. “Uh, my concentrating look.”
    “No, that’s his ‘oh, we’re fucked’ look.”
    “Bench, you’re not helping,” Jeff said irritably. He found the passage he was looking for and started to read it.
    “Lemme see,” Samantha said, lunging for the book.
    Jeff caught her hand and gave her his sternest look. He really, really liked her, but no one messed with his stuff. “Samantha, let me do this. Give me a sec. Okay?”
    With a frown, tears still in her eyes, Samantha gave him a curt nod.
    “Thank you,” Jeff said, then returned his gaze to the elegant scrawl of his deceased father’s handwriting. The sick feeling inside worsened. Rubbing his brow, he glanced toward Samantha. Her green eyes were fearful and she was chewing on her bottom lip nervously. “Okay, there may be a problem.”
    Samantha fell back against the wall, clutching her stomach, close to hyperventilating. “Tell me.”
    “Apparently, when a vampire gives a human their blood, it can have a variety of side effects.”
    “It is her fault!”
    “Samantha, listen to me!”
    “Okay, okay. Listening.”
    “When a vampire gives a human their blood it can imbue the human with vampiric abilities in a greatly diminished capacity. Only if the vampire has some sort of unusual ability. My father documented that the mortal servant of a vampire he encountered could toss balls of fire. The vampire master was a pyromancer. Another vampire hunter reported a mortal servant that could control animals.” Jeff paused, waiting for Samantha to say something. Her eyes had widened to the point that there was white all around her irises. “Sam?”
    Turning on her heel, she stalked toward the front of the store.
    “Sam?” Jeff hurried after her, slightly limping much to his consternation.
    Samantha whipped about, breathing heavily, gripping her cellphone in one hand.
    “Say something?” Jeff winced.
    “Sam, you’re kinda scaring us,” Benchley added coming up behind Jeff.
    Pointing at Jeff, Samantha fumed in silence. At last, she let out a cry of frustration.
    “Samantha, let me look into it further. Maybe it will fade away.” He lightly took her by the shoulders. Her skin felt soft and warm under his touch.
    “That whore!” Samantha screamed. “Oh, my gawd! She did this to me! As if she hasn’t fucked up my life enough!”
    Jeff gently brushed her hair back from her face and guided her over to a couch to sit down. “Sam, sit down. Your face is so red.”
    “I’m so fuckin’ pissed off!” Samantha cried out. “I don’t want to see...” she paused “Will they all bug me if they know I can see them? Like in that movie?”
    “Possibly,” Jeff said.
    “Probably,” Benchley said at the same time.
    Flopping back on the couch, Samantha stared at the ceiling, her phone cradled against her breasts. “Fuck. My. Life!”
    “Let me do some digging, okay, Samantha?” Jeff was worried she was about to blow a blood vessel.
    With a soft sob, Samantha threw herself into his arms, her wet face pressed against his neck.
    Rocking her gently, Jeff said softly, meaning every word, “I will help you with this. I promise.”
     
     

 
     
     
    Chapter 9
     
    The sky was a magnificent panorama of purple and pink as the sun set beyond the tall green pine trees enclosing the campground. Pete sat in his old Mustang staring at the big black truck attached to the camper, pensively stroking his black goatee. Glancing down at the card