"Quest?" Johnny said. "Instead of being a flusher for this earth, you are to go ancient stone hedges in England. There you will meet the son of Morgan La Fay, you are to kill him." The angel said with a sedated sort of smile. The insanity of Johnny was going like a cat on crack but he surprisingly kept calm. "Why me?" Johnny asked finally. "Because you are the direct descendant of Mordrid. He has become a restless spirit and of course you must put him to rest." He folded his arms and disappeared.
Johnny stumbled around a bit and past out. When he woke his head hurt so much that he could have killed him self. Only he didn't, there was still Mistress to hunt. "I am never feeding off a drunken person again..." he kicked the corpse on its side and went out to get his shovel. " I hate sleep." He mumbled, it was nearly sunrise so Johnny worked quickly. The sun was up Johnny in his closet and the cars were going by. The birds were chirping. 'Makes me sick.' Johnny thought to himself when he heard those sounds. Johnny was beginning to make him self comfortable in this new place. He paced the room thinking were Karol could be. 'Club ... I'll search there.' The day seemed so long.
The sun went down and Johnny kicked the door open. "This place is so empty ... No under ground torture devices. This place is going to get old fast." He stomped around the whole house because he realized he had not seen the whole house. When he got to the master bedroom, he found whips and chains with collars at the ends. "What kind of sick people would use this shit?" He found a camera as well. "I would." That same crazy smile formed on his face. He knew what all this was for but he did not intend to use it that way. As you understand, he cannot bare to be touched in that manor.
Know finding these devices on the floor he went to search all the cupboards for more toys he could torture with. His famous little chuckle filled the room when he found poisons in the kitchen along with your every day lethal kitchen tools. Then he remembered that he was hunting her to night. "Bitch." He mumbled to him self.