Cleaning Up The Mess
Jo parked the truck a couple blocks from the park and hopped down from the cab, intent on taking a walk. She hit the jogging path and walked along for a little while.

She thought back over the past months that she'd been here in town, the things she'd accomplished and the rest that had yet to be dealt with. Things has been so quiet for a while now, and it felt like everyone was just waiting for the next major crisis. She hadn't heard from Andi on when her big party was going to be taking place, and wondered about that.

As she walked, the scent of blood came to her on a fitful evening breeze and she stopped to close her eyes for a moment. With a shake of the head, she opened those blues back up and moved along at a slower pace than before. It didn't take long before she found the blonde jogger dead on the path. Pants down, panties off, inner thigh ripped open and obviously dead.

She knelt next to the body, forcing revulsion down and pulling the girl's clothes back into some semblence of order before yanking the corpse up into a fireman's carry. As she did that, the message in blood was visible and she nearly dropped the body back to the ground.

"Soon JO. ?? What the hell is this?" A look around provided no means for her to wash the message away so she left it and took the body back to her truck, all the while hoping no one would see it, though there was no bleeding at this point. It was obviously a vampire's work, and she had a pretty good idea of who. The girl looked vaguely like the Slayer, and really.. no one else would have a reason, sane or not to do something like this.

The corpse landed in the bed of the truck and was quickly covered over with a blanket. Jo jumped up behind the wheel and peeled out of the park far faster than was needed, only a very short time was needed to bring her to the cemetary where the truck was unloaded and her cargo brought into the deepest of the shadows. A trip back yielded a shovel, and her short sword. Back at the spot she'd chosen for disposal, she dug a rough grave, proper depth and length, a little too wide though.

A vicious chop took the head off the girl, and there was little ceremony to the burial after that. Dirt rained down on the jogging outfit, and when the hole was all filled in, Jo stopped to wipe sweat from her face. She leaned on the shovel briefly, completely unaware that she was right in Tristan's back yard, totally unknowing of the dirt smeared all over her face. She didn't care.

She hauled herself back to the truck, threw the shovel in and drove off to the bar and home for a shower, a change of clothes and a phone call.


Matthew, it's Jo.
That vamp that kicked the shit out of me before seems to be after me now. I think it was him, anyway. I found a murdered jogger in the park, her inner thigh ripped open and the words 'Soon Jo.' written in her blood on the pavement. I beheaded and buried her in the cemetary, in case he'd tried to turn her. This is getting a little weird. Call me later?