"Ahhh shit!" Chris Flemming shouted, his car broken down outside. He growled with a slight hiss to his voice, punching his vehicle. "How many people in this damn city are going to try and kill me tonight? And now I don't have a car!" He shouted, kicking the vehicle. He heard an explosion in the distance and sighed. "That must be Leon god damn Brentwood..." He said, opening the car and sitting inside. A vampire with a broken down car. Hilarious. In a city where other vampires kill innocents. Icing on the cake. And then vampires that hunted HIM for not being like them. What the fuck else could be put on this cluster fuck of an ironic meal? He gripped the shotgun that lay between the seats of his tiny car, nervously taking the safety off. Tonight was probably going to be terrible.<br/><br/>He turned the key in the ignition, the car roaring to an unexpected start. "Praise the fuckin' lord!" He shouted. "Or whatever we vampires are supposed to believe in!" he added sarcastically. He drove carefully, sure to follow all laws of the road, anything NOT to get attention drawn to him. "Leon god damn Brentwood. He came to a stop when he seen two people. A man and a woman. One in a leather jacket. Chris himself was wearing a nice suit, that of either a business man or a member of the mob. He rolled by slowly, his car breaking down between the two. "You gotta be shitting me..." Chris whispered, smashing the gas pedal. He looked between the two young people in front of him. Something wasn't right.<br/><br/><em>Vampire...</em>He thought to himself. They could probably smell him as well. And these could be the hostile vampires. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he cursed. He gripped the shotgun silently and sneakily.