Jackie hated that he had to leave America. Except, that's how it goes you're your superpower and another's power decides to create a baby. After that witnessing the birth, and even helping protect Sara during labor, he realized that maybe it was best to stay away. Everyone and everything he loved has either betrayed him, or died. He would help pay child support if a bill came floating his way.

Sitting in the airport was rough too. Everyone stared at him. Sure, Jackie was a hit man for the mafia, but that's in the past. He was ready to start someplace else. England. That was his destination. From the gossip that the darklings were going on about, that place sounded like a party. At first, he was hesitant on even going there, but he started to believe that vampires existed again. If someone came up to him before he was twenty-one and told him that vampires existed, he would have told them that they were stupid. Now that he has the Darkness, he wasn't so sure about what wasn't real and what was real.

Soon enough the plane was being filled up with people. He probably could have gotten to England by using his powers, but that probably wasn't safe. How was he going to explain to the cops that he doesn't have a VISA? Luckily, Jackie was in first class. Hopefully there wasn't going to be tons of little brats on this plane. Unfortunately, nearby a family sat down. Grumbling, Jackie realized how long of a flight this really was going to be. Soon enough, one of the flight attendants came by offering drinks. Jackie beckoned them over and asked for some wine. The man nodded and poured him a glass.

It felt like forever before the plane actually got up into the air. Of course the kids started crying because their ears popped. Jackie tried to be on his best behavior considering the fact that they were thousands of feet up in the air. So, he just sat there waiting for the kids to stop making noises. In a few hours it was dark, the plane had become quiet since people were beginning to go to sleep. Since Jackie had become more of a nocturnal being, he thought it was best to have some company, so, he conjured up a darkling who was rather excited to even be up in the air. "Keep it down would ya?" Jackie muttered to the creature. The creature huffed and simply stared at the screen that was on the back of the seat in front of them. Quickly, the darkling found a chick-flick to watch, put on some headphones and started to watch the movie.

Apparently, one of the kids was still awake and staring at Jackie and the darkling. Jackie thought about sending the creature back, but when he went to look at the darkling, its eyes were watering. Who knew that Sweet Home Alabama could make a creature made of the darkness about to cry. So, it was up to Jackie to deal with the situation.

Maybe scaring the kid would be a good idea. Sure, the kid may be scarred for life, but that wasn't Jackie's problem. Swiftly, Jackie let the darkness take over him. His armor appeared and let he created tendrils from the darkness and told the child to be quiet by putting the tendril up on the child's lips, as mother would do to show their children to be quiet. On his side, he shushed the child. He could tell the child had broken into a cold sweat from fear. At least the kid didn't piss his pants. Jackie then let the darkness dissipate, while the darkling stared at him in confusion. "Don't worry 'bout it." Jackie muttered. Leaning his chair slightly back, he figured that maybe he should at least try to sleep even if he didn't like flying. Closing his eyes he hoped that sleep would take him.

His dreams weren't kind to him. Nightmares took over him. He dreamed of Jenny's death, then of his own daughter's. In the background darklings surrounded him, telling him that he couldn't do anything about it. Not even with his powers. He was weak, and the darkness would soon consume him.

There was a thud. He jerked awake from his body moving. Opening up his eyes, he noticed that they had just landed and the sun was out. Figures, the darkling probably didn't want to wake Jackie, even if it was a nightmare. He didn't want to admit it, but he really needed sleep. So, he waited for the stupid little light, and a voice to come over the PA system telling them that it was okay to leave the plane.

It felt like it was forever, but when he checked his watch it had only been ten minutes since he had actually stepped off the plane. Jackie walked to where the luggage was going to be dropped off. He couldn't remember the last time he actually had to stand here and wait for his luggage. All he had in there was enough clothes to last him at least two weeks. He figured he would end up buying more clothes when he got to his apartment. The lights soon went off and an annoying noise signified that the conveyer belt was going to be moving now. He felt like he was the last person there waiting for his luggage. Jackie almost thought that the airport had fucked up and sent his luggage to China or some stupid shit like that. Luckily, he saw his luggage. Grabbing it, he knew that the next stop was customs.

The man simply looked at Jackie's passport and asked, "Why are you visiting England?"

Jackie blinked, so this was what customs was. "I've decided to move here."

The man looked up at him. It was obvious Jackie didn't look like he was very well prepared to move to another country. "Is that right? What made you move here? You got your VISA?" the man asked.

Jackie quickly pulled out his wallet and showed the man his VISA, "Well, the mother of my child pretty much told me to get the hell out of here. So, I figured it was best to move to a different country. . ."

The man looked at Jackie as if there was something wrong with his face. However, the man simply wished Jackie luck and welcomed him to England. Jackie nodded and headed off in the waiting line for a taxi. As he got in the driver asked, "Where am I taking you sir?"

Quickly, he pulled out the address of his apartment and gave it to the driver. The driver then punched it into his GPS and started to drive. The driver decided that maybe it was a good idea to make some small talk, "So that town you're heading to . . . are you aware it's cursed?"

Now Jackie was interested. He heard that there were vampires there, but not cursed. "Oh? How so?" The taxi driver had suddenly piqued Jackie's interest in this town even more.

"Hmm, I'm not sure how to put this, but people go missing in the night. It isn't just one person; it's nearly an entire family. They say that if you break into the old house on the hill everyone whom you live goes missing." the taxi driver tried to explain, but it was obvious the man was having trouble.

Jackie smirked, "Well, I don't believe in superstitions. I'm just here to make a name for myself."

The taxi driver looked at Jackie through the rear view mirror, "Making a name for yourself? Maybe you should prove to that town that that curse doesn't exist."

Jackie looked out the window and said, "Yeah, I'll do that, then."

There was a short awkward silence, but soon enough they reached Jackie's destination. The driver helped him get out the luggage, once the taxi driver was back in his cab; Jackie pulled out his wallet and gave the driver his payment with a few extra quid. "Keep the change," Jackie said. The driver waved goodbye and headed off to wherever he had to go.

Walking to where the landlord lived, Jackie knocked on the door, and was quickly ushered in. The landlord was an old shriveled up lady who looked like she was going to die any minute. "Hi there, I'm Jackie Estacado. I'm your new tenant. Could I please have my key?" To be honest, Jackie didn't know how to even talk to this lady. Hell, she didn't even talk, she just gave him the key and shooed him out.

At least he knew his apartment number, so he walked up the stairs and looked for . . . what room was it again? Jackie looked at his paper and noticed what number he was. 666. "You're shitting me." That's all he could say. To him, he found it rather ironic . . . considering his powers. Although, Jackie couldn't say that he was excited to go up six flights of stairs.

Eventually, Jackie reached his apartment complex and opened it up. It looked . . . clean. It was going to be hard to get used to a small area like this. He was used to living it up in the Franchetti house. Now, Jackie had to pay out of pocket. That wasn't the part that he was too worried about. This town looked like it has its fair share of thugs.

Looking over towards the window, he noticed that the blinds were closed. "Let's take a look at the view . . ." he said as he opened the blinds up. " . . . you're shitting me." Jackie gasped. His view was of the house on the hill. It looked like it was going to collapse since nature has already decided that it was going to reclaim it. "No wonder this complex has number 666." Jackie said sarcastically. Closing the blinds he sat on his bed and stared at his luggage. Conjuring up a darkling, Jackie said, "Want to go in a rundown house tonight and cause some trouble?"

The darkling simply laughed evily, until Jackie interrupted it, "Could ya put my clothes away?" the darkling simply stood there and pouted. He couldn't help but laugh, "I'm just kidding, I'm gonna do it and then take a nap. Let me know when it gets dark out. That's when we'll have our real fun." The darkling nodded and grabbed the newspaper and began to read as Jackie put away his clothes.

Putting away the clothes didn't take long at all. Once he was done, he curled up in the bed and closed his eyes. He hoped that nightfall was soon.