So I'm a Vampire... Now What? - Book 2 (Original Version)

Chapter 8.4 - Night of the Vampire pt 4

A camera flashed somewhere, a surreal moment as all of the air got sucked out of the immediate surroundings, and all I could focus on was Sammy's angry face. I knew without a doubt that if we had been anywhere else, she would already be yelling, letting her anger out on me. It was the moment that I knew I was already dead, and there was nothing I could do about it. Death would be too good for me anyway.

"You're a dead man walking," Sammy said at me through gritted teeth.

See what I mean?

There was a smile on her face, but it was one that promised murder, more murder, and in case I hadn't had enough at that point, murderous revenge, just for variety.

I could go the route of the "Sammy, I can explain," but I try to avoid my life turning into a sitcom as much as possible, with a series of hilarious but avoidable half explanations. If you have the time to blurt out, "Let me explain," you have enough time to actually explain!

I went with the truth instead. I was already caught, so what the hell, right?

"I'm an asshole," I said. "I'm so, so sorry I lied to you."

"Not as sorry as you're going to be," Sammy hissed, and I knew what the next words were going to be, did not want them to say them because then it would be too late to make amends if it wasn't already too late.

"Oh hello Sammy," Beatrice said as she took my arm. Sammy blinked rapidly as she looked at Beatrice, then looked again... and then everything in my world got flipped turned upside down. Sammy looked from me to Beatrice and back again, taking in everything in those glances and coming to a conclusion that still left me out of the loop.

"Beatrice!" Sammy beamed, and she was flustered, almost panicked, and by the way: what the fuck? How did she and Beatrice know each other?

Sammy continued: "Well, this is unexpected. I didn't expect to run into anyone I knew, and here you are." She threw a puzzled glance at me. "With Bob." Curiosity got the best of her. "How do you two know each other again...?"

Beatrice squeezed my arm possessively and smiled lecherously at me.

"Bob is my boy toy."

"Boyfriend," I mumbled mainly out of reflex, but Beatrice ignored me.

"Isn't he the sweetest."

Sammy looked at me, murder in her eyes, but it wasn't as murderous as before if that was even possible.

"Oh he's just the greatest," Sammy said, sarcasm filters at maximum setting. "He'd never do anything at all to betray my trust you know, since he's such a good friend and all. Although, he could have let me know he was dating the owner of the store, but you know how he gets."

Fuck!

Fuck me.

Fuck me running.

Pick up jaw from ground. Keep mouth firmly closed. Say nothing. Do not look at Beatrice. Now, panic. But quietly.

That was the moment the King emerged from his Audi in what seemed to be an explosion of flashbulbs. He turned slightly here and there to give brief angles for the cameras, then duty done, he turned away and approached us jovially, slipping one arm very familiarly around Sammy's waist.

"Well look who it is! Can't believe we caught up to you, especially considering the way Beatrice drives."

"Hello King," Beatrice murmured cordially, and Sammy looked surprised. It was not turning out to be Sammy's night at all. "I hope you tipped the valet well. He looks like he's organizing a street race."