Carla: Chasing the master

You get out of your cab and run in the direction where the master has gone but when you turn around the corner he’s already gone. For ten, twenty minutes you roam the neighborhood looking for the master or his latest convert but with no success. You come back to your cab. You grab the pack of cigarettes in the glove compartment and light your first cancer stick in nearly a year. You turn on the music and rest your eyes for a while.

You know you should go home, feed your cats and get some sleep. You know it yet the memory of the master and his minions makes it almost impossible for you consider that option. When the girl’s fangs pierced your neck you were submerged by the best orgasm in …

It’s not like you have a love life anymore. Your last boyfriend left you without even telling you. He just got up one morning and never came back and that was … five years ago.

Now the blood has stopped running from your neck and the blissful sensation is slowly fading away. You need to have more, you can't let it go like this. Either this is just bad luck or somekind of vampire apocalypse you don't care, you just want to fell the kiss one more time.

When you open your eyes you have taken a resolution. If you can’t find the master you will find another one like him and become his ****. The master has been spreading this all night long and you have a couple of ideas where you could find another one of them.

You go through the last hour and a half records of your movements.

So where will you go?

Will you go to the restaurant where you dropped the couple?

Will you go to the party where you dropped the two girls?

Or will you try to find the street corner where you left the prostitute?