Chapter 13

Disclaimer: Well I am here at work and I just got the sudden urge to write so…I guess you can say I'm a writer hah aim getting paid and I'm writing. Sorry again that it took so long to update. Here we go.

I didn't know what hit me…one moment I am next to Samantha and the next I am being grabbed and hauled off to the back of the store.

"What the hell are you doing?" I managed to get out.

Samantha then immediately rushed to my side. "Jonathan…do you have to be so dramatic? Casey, you must let me apologize for Jonathans' behavior."

She was speaking to a short, red haired man who was waiting in the back of the store. He had a measuring tape hanging from his neck and was dressed in black slacks and a bright pink dress shirt.

"Who the hell is this guy…what the hell is going on I thought we were just going to do some shopping and then I get dragged in here….and stop touching me!" I yelled to the man at my left who was touching my hair as if it were a science experiment gone wrong.

"Sorry darling…when I saw the two of you coming from the car…I took one look at our mission"

Is this guy for real…mission? Am I a person or a planet?

"And I knew that we had to act quickly. But I guess you are right…it was a little over the top. Allow me to formally introduce myself." He sauntered over to me. He was about half a foot shorter than me but SOMEHOW still managed to stare me down.

"My Name is Jonathan…Jonathan Godwin…that's not GOODwin…GODwin…I'll use it in a sentence 'Jonathan Godwin was shocked when he saw her horrendous split ends, horrible posture and blind fashion sense."

I simply smiled. "And my name is Casey Cortez…I'll use it ina sentence…'Casey Cortez plans to plead temporary insanity for the murder of Jonathan GODwin. Or I can use it in the past tense. 'Casey Cortez stuffed Jonathan's body in the back of her trunk."

He just simply smiled and pivoted to Samantha. "She's a spicy one. I'll have fun with her."

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Who would have thought that I needed help being a girl? But sure enough three hours, fifty dresses 100 shoes, 10 different hair styles, 30 bras, brow plucking and cucumbers…

I still say that they do nothing…besides I am 19 why the hell would I need this?

..and finally 5712.75 later we were done. While driving back to my hotel room Samantha and I finally had a chance to talk.

"So…"

I hate awkward silences

"Why did you agree to help them?" Samantha asked. The way she asked you could tell that it was something that she had been thinking about for a while…to tell you the truth I was thinking the same thing.

"Well…besides the fact that they are offering me a shit load of money? Ummm…I just have a feeling that it something that I need to do. It's hard to explain but…I always had the feeling that I was special…like I was put on this world to do something…something special….but then there are other times I just wish that I was normal."

"So you wanted to help a legion of vampires to be…normal?"

Well of course it's going to sound ridiculous if you say it like that

"Your perception of normal doesn't have to necessarily be mine. And let's not forget that other little tid-bit I brought up…the money."

Samantha then looked at me with a shifted eye and smirked.

"When you are risking your life for it…all the money in the world wouldn't seem like enough."

I thought about what she said and let out a little snigger. "Well I've been risking my life way before I ever met Eric…so I see this as him doing me a favor…but don't tell him that…last thing I need is for him to be thinking that I am thankful and shit."

"I don't think you'll have to worry about me conversing with Eric anytime soon." She said…her demeanor seemed to grow a little distant when Eric's name was brought into the conversation.

"I take it you aren't that fond of Eric either?" I asked.

"That is an understatement." She forced out.

I knew I shouldn't have just kept my mouth shut but sometimes my mouth goes 100mph and my mind is playing catch up.

"Well what did he do?" I asked.

"That's none of you business." She said as calmly as she could muster. It wasn't until then I realized that we had stopped and were at my hotel. I exited the car and got my belongings from Samantha's trunk. Half expecting her to rev the engine and run me over I pulled up to her side of the car. "Hey…I'm sorry I didn't mean to be so nosy…it's just that when someone is nice to me…I tent to treasure it you know?"

She smirked and tilted her head to me. "You think I WANT to be here with you?"

I paused not really knowing what to say. "I didn't really think that, no. But I guess…I don't know… you managed to stay professional."

Now did I think that Samantha was looking forward to seeing me? Of course not, but might I just say that for someone who, at this moment, seemed miserable she did a good job at hiding it throughout the day. The Samantha I had seen at nine o'clock this morning was totally different from the one that was dropping me off.

Samantha didn't comment anymore on that particular subject. We stood there for about 20 seconds not saying anything. I finally dejectedly shrugged my shoulders and headed for my room.

"HEY." She managed to get out right before I closed my door. "He will turn on you…he'll do something to screw you over in the end. He's going to do something to make you life a living hell so I hope that money is worth it."

"It was nice hanging out with you too Samantha got to do it again really soon." I said flatly.

She just kept staring at me….up until the last moment when I closed the door.