Lafayette hears the window roll down and with a gust of air the passenger seat is suddenly empty.





He does a double-take.

What.

"Aw, hell," he mutters to himself, leaning forward to peer out the windshield at the night sky.

But Eric is long, long gone.

"How'm I s'posed to deal with this fucked-up-ness."

He leans back and sighs, shaking his head, and continues driving.

Vampires, man. Vampires.