Sometimes I silently stalk the Pacific, on the hunt for Japanese shipping. Other times, I stalk the LA night, on the hunt for a little blood, some cash, and some punks to beat down.
Wilhelmina the Vampire strikes a pose in front of the Luckee Star motel...
'Mina's thirsty. Fortunately, a club-goer willing to 'experiment' provides some refreshment.
Hottie club girls lose a little plasma and are fine after a sugar cookie or two. Russian mob guys horning in on someone willing to pay for their removal...they get the katana.
