Vampire Heart
Jack was never the biggest fan of London, in fact he tried to steer clear of it for as long as he could remember. Mostly because it had brought him bad memories and partly because he just didn’t like the smell that clung to the air like the city was still clinging to its Victorian years.
And those were years the aged immortal would have liked to forget.
Still, he waited patiently for the one person he knew to turn up as he sat on the park bench idly watching people pass by in the foggy grey evening. Checking his mobile, he let out a soft sigh to six messages from his servant, Owen, stating that he was ‘tired of living’ and to ‘please kill him now’. Jack resolved to argue that later.
Putting the device away and leaving the messages unanswered, the Vampire glanced up when he spotted the familiar profile of someone who bittersweetly haunted his eternal existence. Standing a bit too suddenly, Jack rushed to lurk behind and follow them man.
Who was he to be in this era? Hopefully not someone who wanted to hunt or kill him. He’d dealt with that plenty of times...no, Jack thought, he was going to b-
Age had brought many things to Jack, unfortunately one of them was the inability to keep track of the times that he was existing in.
It really wasn’t a good re-start to his meeting with him when one gets hit by a taxi.