-1[Authors Note: I Just wanna thank every one who has read and enjoyed this story. I've been down lately and recently decided it was trash. I've tried to come back to this story a hundred times but every thing I write I delete. I Finished reading all of your comments (all 15 of you) and I wanna say thank you for the support. Its been a REALLY long time. And if your no longer are interested or have moved on from thing I understand. But currently it is 12:44 am on a Tuesday morning and im going to sit down and write you all a little teaser. Thank you all again. And now here we go.]

Jackie stood in front of her apartment door. Twirling her hair around her finer her eyes (green today) were fixed on the bright pink piece of paper taped to her apartment door. She cocked her head from side to side…but it was still there. That bright disapproving slip of paper. Stuck right on her door. Oh the nerve of some people. With a loud huff she ripped it off and stomped inside. She crumpled it up and threw it in the trash, picked up her shopping bags and continued inside. She made it all the way to her bed room before she thought better off it. She took a deep breath before reentering the kitchen and plucking that horrible slip of paper out of the trash and smoothing it on the counter.

"im not that far behind on rent" she told the little pink eviction notice.

"why maybe a month or two…there's no way you are kicking me out of here"

The paper of course said nothing. The dark print simply stared back up at her.

Jackie made her way back into the bed room.

If there was one thing she was good at it was getting what she wanted. Ever since she was a little girl she got what she wanted. She told her dad she wanted a puppy she got a puppy. She told Bobby in middle school she wanted him to dump his girl friend and date her, it happened. In college she told her professor to give her and A and he did. See Jackie had a way of getting what she wanted…anything she wanted No man had ever said no to her. She pondered this as she put on a fresh coat of lip stick and a low cut top. No matter the cost there were always men lining up to please her. And who was the one man who stuck out in her mind…Patrick. She shimmied into a pair of tight low rise jeans. Sweet, sweet Patrick who was always willing to do back flips for her. Shopping trips to Paris, Malan, Tokyo and of course he would foot the bill. Yes Patrick had been her number one meal ticket. The only problem was he wasn't as rich as she had originally thought. That had been the kicker of course he was very well to do he just couldn't give her what she wanted. Pausing to fluff her hair and apply a little mascara Jackie thought back to what made her stay with him for so long. It certainly wasn't his looks or charm…there was Pete but he was gay. Had to be always rubbing up on Patrick (she could hardly bring her self to do it) and the obvious, he wasn't into her and all men were after all. What was it, she thought to her self, as she grabbed her bag and headed out the door. Then it hit her. It was his inability to tell her no. What ever she did he ignored. Patrick had an amazing ability to look past her behavior. And after all why shouldn't he? She was of course gods gift to men. And right now she wanted to be worshiped. What she craved was a blood sacrifice.