Walking down town at night wasn't the worst idea Jack had ever had... dropping out of high school his senior year and deciding to travel around world probably was... that was according to his father anyway. He had been a very accomplished individual. Jack had been offered numerous scholarships for academics, along with wrestling, football, and Judo to go to all sorts of colleges around the country. Well to his father's outrage, he decided to he wanted to travel around the world instead and experience lifeâ€¦. Which to him was an even greater education than he would ever find in books or a hundred yard field of grass.<br/><br/>Indeed he has seen a lot of truly amazing things in his travels he had been to Alaska, the west coast of Canada, the greats falls, texas and now he wanted to stowaway or get a job on a ship in the New York harbor that was bound for europe wear he dreams of finding a girl in Italy settle down in alaska and make lots of babies.<br/><br/>Though Jack was certain his father would never forgive him for throwing his away and walking out on the family like did which always bugged him. Jackâ€™s parents werenâ€™t bad people, and thatâ€™s what made it worse, he knew they wanted what they thought was best for him. He often felt like calling home but he couldnâ€™t stand to hear his mother cry again and so he never did call though always meaning to especially around Christmas time.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>And it was christmas, his sky blue eyes glanced up at the red and green christmas lights. His cold hands were shoved deep into his worn out leather coat. The snow crunched beneath his feet and the frozen white breath billowed out of his nostrils as he walked.  Jack turned and watched as a polished tinted long black limo rolled past him. To his surprise it stopped just in front of him and the driver rolled down the widow.<br/><br/>"Are you Jack Jinkins?" Asked the limo driver.<br/><br/>"umâ€¦" Jack blinked a little surprised and alarmed that the man knew his name and was holding what he presumed to be a photo of him in his hand and wasn't entire sure if he wanted to say yesâ€¦.Something just seemed extremely wrong.<br/><br/>"Get in! we need you to come with us, we have someone who needs your blood," he declared.<br/><br/>Jack let out a sigh of relief, everything made sense now.  He got a lot of money for donating blood. His blood was a extremely rare, and he would easily make a few hundred dollars for just even a few ounces. He felt a little guilty for accepting the money a lot of times, but he needed for his traveling expenses, when he couldn't find any other means of work.<br/><br/>It did look warm inside the limo, and finally, he nodded, "Okay," he said at lastâ€¦. when something cold hit him in the back of the headâ€¦.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Jack awoke in a dark candle lit room, shirtless and shivering ontop of a cold, polished, black, obsidian, stone table. His  his wrist bound tightly with soft red silk and there small thin ornament blade resting conveniently ontop of his bare chestâ€¦.. Just then he heard the door open and saw the dark silhouette of a woman on the far wall.<br/><br/>"What's going on?" he gasped in panic.