Royce fell into a deep sleep under the cot as soon as day came. If anyone came to see him he did not know, the slumber of the dammed is death like. When evening came Royce woke up and slithered out from his hidey hole, he called out to anyone. It wasn't that hard to trick the cops into opening the cell; he killed them both, he went to feed on them, he was stopped as other cops tried to stop him Royce fled the police station in a hail of bullets.
The Masters orders were burning in his brain. "Get the boy….Get the boy…GET THE BOY!"
He had taken such a beating tonight, the bullets and blood loss weighted him down as he returned to the Lot. Barlow was not happy; Roy was back without the boy. Roy reported on where he had been and showed him the stuff he lifted from the cops. Barlow pulled off Roy's head and drank until the simple minded vampire was no more. He threw the corpse out into the rising sun where it burst into flames and became dust.
