As he walked down the hall, his attention drifted to his next door neighbor's apartment. Steve Dawson was his name and Jason had a definite distaste for him. He was one of those "gothic" guys and liked to listen to heavy metal music, which sometimes was so loud that it bled through the wall. Jason could remember several times when he beat on the wall, yelling at him to turn down his music, but of course Steve never complied. He moved into this apartment building because it wasn't too expensive, but if he knew that a total weirdo lived right next door, he never would have moved in.
So, as far as Jason figured, Steve would not be missed. Especially by Jason himself. And, he supposed, it was ironic justice. Steve always dressed like a vampire-wannabe and he was about to get killed by real vampire.
Jason smiled as stood in front of Steve's door and knocked.
Moments later, the door opened, revealing Steve, still dressed in what Jason saw him wearing just nine hours earlier: a fishnet shirt, a long black leather skirt, black boots, and around his neck was a spiked collar.
Freak.
"Hello, Steve," Jason said, still smiling.
"What the fuck do you want?"
Jason pushed past him and walked into the apartment.
"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked, spinning around and walking towards Jason. He grabbed his shoulder and turned Jason around to face him.
Jason knocked him out so fast that Steve didn't see it coming.
Moments later, he woke up in bed with a cloth in his mouth, being used as a gag.
