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Sam's trip was very productive because, not only did she buy most of the inventory at the estate sale but also she got several leads for other books she was searching for. She did miss Amy but she did not have near the time to think about her as Amy did thinking and worrying about her. When she returned home, funny she considered it as home now and didn't think about her past life often any more, Amy was waiting anxiously. Amy tried to disguise the fact that she had missed Sam a lot by being nonchalant but Sam could see the relief in Amy's eyes at having her back home.
Just how much Amy had worried about her became glaringly evident in the following days when Amy purchased a handgun for Sam and enrolled her in a training school. This had prompted another argument between them but there was no compromise in Amy this time, only insistence. She told Sam that if she did not agree to this, her days of independence were ended and that was final. Sam though reluctant at first, agreed and once the training had commenced she became an excellent student and a very accurate shot.
Sam never asked how she obtained it but Amy presented her with a license to carry a concealed weapon under her alias name of Sara Jamieson and two pistols with holsters. One holster was designed to strap on Sam's side for when she was wearing a loose top or jacket. The other holster was designed to strap high on her inner thigh to be used when she was wearing a dress or skirt. This one, although it was harder to access, could be worn with all but the skimpiest outfits. Sam protested these weapons but Amy was determined that she was going to wear at least one of them almost all of the time. Sam's complaints fell on deaf ears and at last, she surrendered to satisfy Amy.
One evening Amy asked Sam for help. She wanted Sam to search the internet for news articles pertaining to particularly heinous crimes in the surrounding area. She wanted Sam to gather any information she could find on these crimes. Her friend, the cop that Charlie had killed, had provided Amy with passwords to gain access to state and FBI databases. This permitted access to all known information on the criminals Amy sought. Amy also talked to people, many of them in the less desirable walks of life and reported her conversations to Sam. They began to compile a large database on the criminal element.
Amy detested people like Silveo and so that is where her crusade started. As Sam's database grew, it began almost simple to predict where these predators would go to next. Sam's database soon grew to be much larger and more detailed than that of law enforcements. When Amy gathered information, she was not limited in her methods and means of obtaining it. Threats of violence and examples of violence did wonders to loosen tongues. Sam learned a lot about computers and she unlike law enforcement was not restricted to obtaining a search warrant in order to search. One by one, these predators began to disappear. The police though baffled by the disappearances were not particularly diligent in searching for them either.
Amy looking over Sam's shoulder viewed the description and picture of a particularly evil man. He had dark hair, dark complexion and brown eyes that were in what looked to be a permanent squint. Amy's breathing became more rapid and looking up Sam saw the look of steel in her eyes. She knew without Amy saying a word that this man, Randy, would be among the next ones Amy would kill.
"Print all the information you have on that piece of shit Sam, I need to study it," Amy instructed and then left the room.
Amy studied everything for the rest of the week and on Friday; she followed him all night secretly before killing and drinking the blood of one of his underlings. Before she bit the underling and drained him, he told her everything he knew about Randy. In return, she rendered him unconscious before she bit him. From the information, she had gathered it would not be easy to kill Randy, for he was almost never alone.
The following Friday night arrived and as usual when she went hunting, Amy wore very seductive dress, makeup and a blond wig. She put on her long coat before she stepped out of her room so that she would not upset Sam even though it was still almost eighty degrees outside. Sam was sitting at the bar in the kitchen drinking hot chocolate when Amy entered.
"Mmm, that smells good," Amy lied.
Looking up from her cup Sam replied, "I sure wish you weren't going out tonight. I have a bad feeling for some reason."
"Why Sam, do I hear concern for my welfare in your voice?" Amy asked with a big smile on her face. "Big Bad Amy who keeps you here against your will. The one, who turned your life upside down," Amy teased.
Sam did not return the smile but instead said, "Seriously Amy, be careful, Please."
"I'll be fine. You know what I am and what strengths I have," Amy replied and then leaned over and kissed Sam on the cheek. "Don't wait up, I'll probably be late," she finished, walked to the door and let herself through to vanish into the walkway between the house and garage. A few minutes later Sam heard Amy's car head down the driveway and leave.
Sam spent the evening cataloging and putting away some new books she had received and then went to bed. She tossed and turned in bed unable to escape the foreboding feeling she had about Amy but at last, she lapsed into a fitful sleep. It seemed like she had just closed her eyes when she heard a door slam open. Her eyes opened when she heard a loud racket in the kitchen area.
Sam jumped from bed, crossed the room and raced down the hall. She almost tripped over the form that lay on the floor of the darkened living room. As her eyes adjusted to the gloom, she was able to determine the form was Amy. Sam knelt down to examine Amy more closely.
"Go away Sam. I'll be alright. I'm just a little weak is all," Amy lied. "I don't want you to see me this way," Amy finished.
"Nonsense, let me help you," Sam returned as she helped Amy to a sitting position and then placed her arm around Amy's waist assisting her to her feet. She noted that the bare skin on Amy's waist was very sticky.
"Alright, then help me to my room but then you need to go away. Go into your room. And Sam, lock your bedroom door," Amy whispered.
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