<strong>Name: William D’Arcy</strong><br/><strong>Race: Vampire.</strong><br/><strong>Gender: Male</strong><br/><strong>Age: 27</strong><br/><br/>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7067/6939320563_69fd838368_t.jpg)<br/><strong>Powers: Speed</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/>Was this female on some kind of drug? She seemed to be having difficulty in organizing her thoughts. William hated druggies, their blood often tasted like shit, and quite why people would pump that stuff into their bodies was beyond him. But they did, stupid humans, really one day they should thin out the human herd of these druggies and those that sold it. Not for any moralistic reason but like any herdsman one wanted a good food animal.<br/><br/>“Goodbye.” He answered automatically smiling as he did so and then watching her walk away. Nice body, shame if she was on drugs. Although nice body could not be said about this fat turd standing by the pump waiting to serve him with fuel, “Fill it up.”<br/><br/>William stood as the pump clicked and whirled watching the desert idly wondering what the woman had seen out there.<br/>This was a shit hole and for brining him out here Jack was going to die. He would just stick the little shit’s head in a freezer box and take it back to Melissa, tell her that he resisted. Not that she would care, Jack was dead either way.<br/><br/><br/>He paid the fat turd the money and then stood for a moment, maybe he should thin the herd out right not, a slash across that fat gut and watch him die. But that would attract attention so instead he swung into the truck and headed into town.<br/>