Driving through the night, a truck stop slash diner comes into view.
The "Gas 'er Up & Eat Yer Fill" is the name so gloriously bestowed upon the front.
Jake's Steaks semi tractor trailer pulls to a stop. Fill 'er up Fred, says Jake, slapping Fred good-naturedly on the back.
I'm going in for some grub
Hey Suzie Q, what's shakin' 'sides those curvy hips...
Ya' want eggs and bacon or something new?
The usual he says, eyes scanning the small group of folks sitting around the diner.
Jake walks past a couple of ripe truckers to a spot near the back.
They see each other at the same time. Tables smashing against the wall, forks and assorted table ware hitting the floor in a scattered siren of sound.
The Vampire moves- lightning quick, soon blood will be spilled thick and slick.
The Vampire is fast, snarling and gnashing giant fangs, claw like hands extended.
Jake stands his ground- a statue in the midst of screaming frantic eaters.
The beast soars forward, and at the last second Jake stakes the Vampire, who crumbles into dust. His body sprinkling everyone's food.
Suzie..... I'll take those eggs to go.
