[i]Daylight killings tended to be messy affairs, and those who attempted such things were usually either cocky or insane. Police oftentimes dealt with issues like this, but vampiric slaughter was something even the bravest of officer would shy away from. But not JT, who stood at the other end of the road that the man walked along. He heard the familiar tune of the song being whistled, a look of curiosity branding itself upon his bearded face as he let the vampire come to him. The posture of the cowboy wasn't threatening or imposing, rather he stood there while his body was turned ever so slightly to the right, his face contorting to a blank expression. "And you kept the corpse?" [/i]