The truck pulled to a stop. Sam decided if he was going to get away, now would probably be his only chance. It wasn't much of one. His hands were tied and he couldn't see. He felt the vampire to his right exit the vehicle, and then the vampire to his left shoved him, while the other vampire pulled him out. He was held still with a knife to his throat while the other vampire got out and grabbed his other arm. So much for his great escape attempt. He was held tightly on either side and guided up some steps and propelled through a door into a building. It had the feel of a house, though he couldn't really say why he thought that. He was led to a chair and forced to sit in it.

He felt the vampires walking away and started working on his getting his hands untied. He was getting nowhere, when the bag was pulled off his head. He blinked against the sudden bright light. When he opened his eyes, he saw a vampire coming at him with fangs bared.

Isn't that the bartender from earlier, he thought. That thought was immediately followed by who cares, you're dead in a couple of minutes. He closed his eyes.

"Wait, Eli. Step back."

Sam turned towards the female voice. Who was that? Why was she stopping him? Did she want to feed first? Did she want more torture?

She walked up to him and removed the gag. "My name's Lenore. I won't hurt you. I just want to talk."

That was the last thing Sam was expecting. He was so surprised, he said the first thing that popped into his head. "Talk? Yeah, right! No offense lady, but you're not the first vampire I've met."

"We're not like the others. We don't kill people. We haven't for a long time."

Again, Sam was confused. "Shouldn't you be starving to death?" he asked.

"We've found other ways," Lenore answered.

Other ways. What did that mean? "Are you telling me you're responsible for the cattle deaths?" Sam asked, stumbling through what he felt was the oddest conversation he had ever had.

"It's not ideal. In fact it's disgusting. But this way we don't have to kill people. No dead people, no hunters looking for us," Lenore explained. "We're going to leave this place tomorrow. We don't want you or your friends to come after us. We're not hurting anyone. We have as much right to live as anyone."

When Sam heard that, he remembered another vampire. Luther, who had held him hostage, until his father shot him with the Colt. "Why should I believe you?" Sam asked coming to his senses. A vampire was asking him to trust him. If he trusted a vampire, what next? A demon? That would be ridiculous, he thought.

"Fine, I tell you what I'm going to do," Lenore said, as she slowly approached him, leaned down and put her hands on his legs. Sam tried to pull back, but he had nowhere to go. "I'm going to let you go."

Sam was more confused than ever. But he believed her. Thinking about it, it made sense. The only bodies around here were the decapitated ones. That meant dead vamps, not vamp kills.

"I believe you," Sam said.

"Good. Eli, take him back. Not a scratch."

Eli huffed, but when Lenore gave him a withering look, he walked over to Sam, stuffed the gag back in his mouth and put the bag back over his head.

Sam may have believed the vampires, but that didn't mean he liked being under their control. He tried to calm himself and let them guide him out of the house. He believed that they were taking him back safely, so he would be free in just a few minutes.