Jack Nixon<br/>Location: Farmhouse outside Reedland, Utah<br/>Time: Day 1, 7:25 PM<br/><br/>Jack ground the cigarette butt into the earth, twisting his shoe until it was totally crushed. Life was so unfair, he had just started to have it good, and three little pussies to keep him warm at night. Getting in with the local drug boys, yes it had been good.<br/><br/>And then the door of the apartment had slammed open and that murderous enforcer of Melissa had come storming in. Why the bitch could not have left him alone, he should rip here throat out. Not that he would of course, no he saw her coming he would probably piss himself and run away. Which was a galling thing for a man to admit but the truth, he was no fighter.<br/><br/>Hence the sacrifice of his pussies so that he could get away, to his bolt hole in the back end of nowhere. And their life had still not given up kicking him. There was the farmhouse crawling with cops, he could smell their stench even where he was hiding in a cluster of trees watching the farmhouse.<br/><br/>So that bolt hole was out of the question although once the cops had gone the place was going to be empty and what was a little blood spill to a Vampire? Jack considered and then nodded to himself, stay hidden here until the cops left and then make himself at home in the farmhouse. The lunatic enforcer would never find him here, no way.<br/>