Arnold Culler watches from the shadows as the young man emerges from the 24 hour convenience store, carrying a plastic bag in one hand and using the other to eat a hot dog.

His eyes followed the guy as he passed out of the florescent light cast off by the convenience store and moved into the darkened streets of nighttime Sacramento.

Discipline kept his footsteps silent as Arnold tailed his prey. Suddenly the man he was following's pocket sounded off in a musical tone, causing him to stop, juggle his cargo, and pull his phone out to check what was obviously a text message.

He'd just begun to type out a reply when the Vampire grabbed him from behind and sunk its teeth into his neck.

A short time later Arnold Culler, feeling refreshed, walks back to the convenience store parking lot where his truck was parked.