*Jerry hadn't been to this area of the states in a long time. He had heard rumors about strange killings and such. He was curious to find out if it was vampires. If so, where they the same kind as him. Being one of the last of a rare breed made things lonely, even for him, thought he wouldn't let it be shown. Jerry came to a house in the woods. He had been driving around with his windows down on his truck. Sounds stupid, but it really does help find new scents. He had came upon a strong scent of a pair of vampires. Until he went and talked to them, he couldn't tell if they were like him or not. Jerry had picked up the scent at this home. He stopped and got out of his black truck. He made sure to walk slowly up to the door, not wanting to cause any unwanted hostility. When he reached the door of the home, he knocked strong enough to be heard and waited.*