Gillian saw the uneasy look on Jen's face. "What's wrong, love?" Gillian asked, "Do you know this boy?"
"Yeah," replied Jen, "he's my brother...and...he's the one I was running from last night."
Gillian's eyes grew wide, first with shock, then with anger. "Your own brother was trying to kill you?"
Jen nodded,"He...he killed our parents too. I thought he'd run away when I got home and I didn't find him."
"I ought to get a gun and shoot him now, while he's still vulnerable. That way he can't hurt you, my love," Gillian said, her eyes flashing with a look of protective jealousy.
Jen paused, first wondering if she should go along with the idea for murdering Sam. On one hand, she was far less than innocent in the affairs of the past few days. On the other hand, he obviously felt far more strongly about her than she did about him. There were far too many loose ends, and the transform or dare curse and its aftermath was truly threatening to get out of hand. Whether she liked it or not, things were coming to a head, and it was going to cost either her or Sam their lives. Jen felt very stongly about coming out ahead in this particular situation. She'd always thought of herself as a survivor, and sometimes survivors had to make tough decisions.
On the other hand, Gillian could be an equal handful, though in different ways. Love always had an element of danger when it wasn't fulfilled, and Gillian's was certainly unfulfilled. She could tell it in her every motion; Gillian's body language showed definite desire. For now, Gillian was content with an embrace or a smile. How soon though, would it turn into something more? How soon would it be before Gillian became more demanding, wanting a more physical show of commitment from Jen? Not to mention, the transform or dare power now rested with Gillian. One wrong move, and Jen might end up on the wrong end of a curse, one with far less convenient consequences than a simple reaction to Coca Cola.
Jen pondered her next move.