Authors Note: Its a miracle what you can find on the internet. Such as, the name of the New Orleans airport and the duration of the flight
Rate, or my kitten will bite your face.
After a 2 hours and 20 minute long flight from Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport to John Fitzgerald Kennedy International Airport, and a painstakingly long, not to mention boring, cab ride the 'couple' arrived at Hutch O'Neill's apartment.
Swink, rang the bell to the house and after a momentary conversation with Hutch through the little speaker box. He was buzzed through and took Jack's hand as they crawled the stairs to the apartment. When they finally reached the door and knocked, Hutch threw the door open in anticipation and hugged his long-since seen friend.
"Hey Swink, how have you been?" Hutch's somewhat worried voice greeted the young male's ears.
"I've been. . ." Swink paused as he noticed Hutch staring at Jack.
"Whose that?"
"Jacklyn Elizabeth Kerns, nice to meet you," Jack stuck out her hand.
"And she is?"
"My beautiful girlfriend." Swink answered.
Jack laughed, somewhat flattered, somewhat just half cracked out from being on a plane too long.
"Oh, in that case, come in," Hutch said and welcomed his friend and his 'girlfriend' into the apartment.
"Where's Abigail?"
"I don't know, she left around noon." Hutch replied.
"She's not –"
"No, she's not. Just out, wouldn't tell me where she was going."
"Sweet baby Jesus, she's not trying to kill the thing by herself, is she?"
"I don't assume so."
"But you know what assuming does," Jack cut in.
"Jack, shh," Swink laughed.
"Sorry, I'm kind of loopy from the airplane."
Hutch chuckled, but it cut off just as quickly as it began, "It's fine."
"Well, we should probably look for your woman Hutch. She might be in trouble." Swink noted.
"No, neither of us have played the game yet."
"Yet. I don't like the sound of that." Jack commented.
"Nor do I," Swink added.
"Well, if we want to stop her, we have to play the game."
"Forgive me if I got this wrong, but if you wanted to stop her, shouldn't we," Jack gestured to herself and to Swink, "Have stayed in Lousiana, where her manor is."
"Her?" Hutch questioned, as if she didn't know.
"Elizabeth Bathory, correct?"
Hutch shook his head, and handed Swink & Jack a newspaper, "That manor burned down. We have to find her new home."
Swink looked at Jack, knowing that the only way one could find where she lived was to play the game. He didn't want her to play, and die one of the horrible ways the Blood Countess could think up.
"Jack, I'm not going to let you play."
"Swink - I can, handle myself."
"Jack, I trust you, but I don't want you to die," Swink stared at her and in return, she simply kissed him.
"I won't play," Jack promised.