Masquerade

Well after my natural calling, I found out that the reason Nathaniel was mad at me was because I didn't fill out a report after my staking of the vampire. It was two thirty in the morning, things like that sometimes slipped my mind. Well that morning was pretty uneventful, I finished my paper work and I suffered through another five hours of Malcolm and Vincents undead jokes... if they could only put some life into them...woo another funny, I'm so on a roll.

I had to unfortunitly leave the festivities that were the comedy acts of Malcolm and Vincent to pick up my car. Which I was already late for, well at least it turned out my car was going to be fixed and it was on time as well. I swear my lucks just getting better, honest no sarcasm on that one. Though I had my doubts that I would leave that repair place with a decent amount of cash in my account, and I really wanted that vacation. Killing vampires and listening to dead jokes really could take it out of someone, though I still had to think about which one that was... vampires were worse right?

It was already nightfall though I barely made it to the autoshop, the guy was about to close but I was able to get my thunderbird. I sadly waved goodbye to eight hundred dollars and eighty five cents, why do they add the eighty cents? I mean your already screwing me over might as well as go for the whole dollar. Anyway I was able to drive and my first stop would be my uncles bar and grill, he's a vampire by the way.