(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v401/Temple_Of_Segasuas/Jack.jpg)<br/><br/>Jamie sat on the roof of a large Victorian manor. All white paint and French windows. Perfect. Inside, he knew, was his next victim. Sitting their, above her bedroom windows, he waiting for her to sleep. He looked out into the night, imagining just what it would be like.  That unique taste of the skin on the inner thigh. The hard softness of a kissed nipple. The taste of warm, excited flesh. The feel of it giving way to sweet, sweet blood.<br/><br/>He was hard already, prepared for the long night ahead.