<em><strong>Name:</strong></em>Eric Wynter<br/><strong><em>Location and Time of Day:</em></strong>Eric's house, just around 6:30 AM.<br/><br/><br/>Eric found himself in his garage, plugging in the battery that would later power his vehicle, a 2010 Dodge Charger. It's color was a beautiful maroon, and he knew exactly why. It was a gift, more or less, from Allison. It seemed even after the years apart, she still communicated with him, still supplied him with 'toys' and money. He didn't understand why...well, maybe he did...still; She was showering him in gifts all the time, perhaps to change his mind about changing.<br/><br/>She should have well known by now that he was never going to, regardless of who asked him. However, Eric was a kind soul at heart, and always was willing to repay her in some way. Which is why he had warmed up a nice, O+ blood bag and set it on the workbench just inside the open garage. Until she showed up, he would continue to work on his car. To ensure no one simply drove off with it in the night, he disconnected the battery every time he pulled it into his garage. It was an easy precaution to take, and it took mere seconds to  accomplish. And mere seconds was all it took for Allison to suddenly appear in the doorway.<br/><br/>She wore a white tank top, minus a bra, and a set of black skinny jeans that sat neatly above a pair of tennis shoes. She liked to blend in, and always claimed that she had bleached her hair to the brilliant silver that it was. But Eric knew the truth behind it.<br/><br/>"How sweet, Oh-Positive.<em>You're</em>blood type. You really do like teasing me, don't you?" The woman grabbed a glass full of nails and washers, and simply dumped them onto the bench. "You even warmed it up, so I get the-"<br/><br/>"Thanks. For the money - again." He heard the think liquid fall into the glass, and the woman didn't finish her thought.<br/><br/>"So. How's the car running? I made sure to get you the best one of the lot, in my<em>faaaaavorite</em>color." She sipped on the precious life fluid, eyes closing as she enjoyed the metallic taste.<br/><br/>"It's running fine."<br/><br/>Allison noticed that he didn't make eye contact once during this conversation, and decided to get more physical. Just to get his attention. So, with inhuman speed, she lunged at him and grabbed his waste line, raising him up and pressing him against the door that led into the house. She sniffed his nick, his chest and anywhere a woman would have touched him. "Hm. Still no human girl? I'm surprised." She kept him pinned on the door with one hand while she glided over his midsection with the other. "Still staying in shape, I see."<br/><br/>Eric had enough of this charade and pulled the handgun from his jacket, leveling it at the woman's head. He knew he'd lose a fight, but this always seemed to calm her down. "I suggest you put me down. Now." He pulled the hammer back, looking her straight in the eye.<br/><br/>"Oh...I seem to have lost my temper." She gently set Eric down, adjusting his coat for him and making sure his belt was on straight. "I'll just, finish my snack elsewhere..." The woman stepped back out of the garage and snatched up the blood bag.<br/><br/>"Thanks for stopping by. Let's do it again sometime," Eric said with a fein smile. With that, the woman simply turned into a blur and ran down the street, weaving into bushes and between yards to avoid detection by anyone outside.