Samantha made her way over to the closest grocery store and pushed an empty cart around. He didn't even tell me what to get. A strawberry cheesecake in the frozen area caught her eye. Jason does like sweets... She smiled as she placed the cheesecake in her cart.

She combed the aisles filling her cart with fruits, vegetables, chicken and anything she knew they were out of and he might like. I think I went overboard. She stared at the cart overflowing with food.

Bing. A text came in from Will. 'Pick up pasta, a few types of cheeses and some chicken.'

I almost have everything already. She grabbed some cheese and headed to pay for her groceries. Everything paid for and bagged, she made her way over to her car.

A sudden chill ran down through her forming goosebumps on her arms. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She carefully scanned the parking lot, feeling eyes on her. She rushed to put the bags in her car. A figure shrouded in darkness reached out to her. She turned and grabbed his wrist, crushing it.

"What do you want?" she asked, her eyes glowing as she glared at him. Isn't he a student?

"Evan sent me to get you, so you will come with me," he hissed.

"Like hell I will."

He grabbed her neck with his free hand. Without hesitation, Samantha shoved her hand straight into his chest and ripped his heart out. A look of disbelief crossed his face before he turned to dust.

Samantha pulled a rag out of the back of her car to clean off her hand. She sighed and sat in her car, her head resting on the steering wheel. She learned a long time ago not to hesitate when it came to one of Evan's vampires, but it didn't make it any easier to kill someone. She used the mirror to look at her neck; the red marks from him grabbing her were already vanishing.

Ugh, I think I'm going to be sick.

Bing. 'What's taking you so long? Did you get lost?'

She rolled her eyes and started her car, ignoring the text. After taking a few more deep breaths, she headed home.

"You can't even respond to a text?!" Will blasted her as soon as she entered the house.

"Don't text and drive," she hummed, lugging all the grocery bags in at once.

"Then pull over and respond. For all I knew, you were attacked or kidnapped and hurt somewhere without me around to help," he grabbed half the bags and set them on the kitchen island to put things away.

Samantha flinched, the feel of her hand going straight into the vampire's chest replaying in her mind. The feeling of his heart in her hand and blood trailing down her. She shook it off and helped put groceries away.

"You got a lot of stuff," Will said.

"We were running low anyway."

"True; you do eat a lot sometimes."

She gasped. "I do not!"

"The way you eat, sometimes I think you're a hungry teenage male," Will caught the bag of rice she tossed at him, laughing.

"Sometimes eating in mass helps the hunger, so sue me."

"You know, if you had a proper diet, you wouldn't be hungry all the time..."

This again...

"Are you ever going to tell me the real reason you stopped drinking blood? Or is as simple as I think and you're torturing yourself over Nero."

"Lay off it, Will," she shoved a few packs of chicken at him and headed upstairs to her room, fuming.

"Sam..." Will sighed, shaking his head. "I guess I know what I have to do."

Will turned on his TV in the kitchen as he worked on his special parmesan chicken with noodles and vegetables.

"Seventeen-year-old Emily Richards was found dead behind the movie theatre here in Lunadale Mall."

Will's ear twitched and his hands stopped moving. The name caught his attention. He turned to stare at the name on the screen, 'Emily Richards'. "So familiar..."

"What's so familiar?" Samantha finally showed back up and peeked into the kitchen after hearing him mumble to himself.

"More like who," he pointed at the TV with his knife and turned back to his vegetables on a cutting board.

Samantha's heart dropped. "No..." she dropped to her knees, tears pricking her eyes as she clutched her pants.

"Sammy? What is it?" he set his knife on the board and knelt down in front of her.

She buried her face in her hands and shook her head, shrinking away from him.

"Come on, talk to me. Wait a second..." he sniffed her. "Why do I smell blood?"

She froze. Crap... I thought I cleaned off well. "Emily Richards is my student... or rather was..."

Will thought for a moment, wondering if he had already met her. The name seemed familiar like he had heard it recently. It clicked. She was the girl Roy was going out with the other day. Knowing he couldn't do anything about it right then and there, he shook it off. "You didn't answer me, why do you smell like blood?" he forced her hands away from her face and ducked down to look into her tear-filled eyes.

She bit her lip and tried to pull away from him, but he was stronger than her. Dammit.

"Come on, talk to me," he pouted.

He's not going to let this go. She took a deep breath."One of Evan's vampires attacked me in the parking lot at the grocery store."

"What?! Why didn't you tell me?"

"What good would it have done? It happened... and I got rid of him..."

Will carefully watched her expressions. "It was someone you've seen before?"

"Quit doing that; you read me too easily."

"What do you expect after spending centuries together? So, who was it?"

"I don't know what his name was, but I think he was a student... Do you think he's the one who killed Emily?"

Will gritted his teeth, releasing her wrists. "I... don't know."

"Either way... something tells me this is Evan keeping his promise to kill my students..." she slumped against the nearby wall. "Will... What can we do to stop him? He's made sure we can't run anymore... but I don't think I can stand being with him."

"We both know you can't; you tried before and we ran away from him the first chance we saw."

Will glanced at the time. "I should get cooking; Jason should be here soon."

She wiped away the tears. "Jason..." Won't he be in even more danger if he comes here?