Jeb Crusoe

It had been a long drive from Nacogdoches, Texas, 17 hours to be exact. Jeb drove all of the distance in one day, from his sister’s house to his new home that he purchased a couple of weeks ago in Chicago. At 3 o’clock in the morning without the GPS navigation unit he might have had a difficult time finding his way into the neighborhood.

( Diesel Powered Toy )

Ring, Ring.

He could hear his old school ringtone going off on his Blackberry phone through the sound of the shower. "Fuck!" He reached down to turn the faucet knob as he was drenched by the water from the over sized shower head above. Once the shower was turned off, he pushed the curtain away and stepped over the rim of the tub. The mirrors were all fogged up by the stream floating in the air of the bathroom.

( Ring, Ring )

"Hey Leon, it's Jeb. I have Tammy with me, do you mind if I put you on speaker phone?" he asked into his blackberry phone. "Ok, just a second." He positioned his blackberry between him and his agent, and pressed the select button. "Can you hear me?"

( Opportunity calls )

“Damn!” the blogger turned back from viewing at the laptop, and looked at the magician standing behind him. “Did you see that? Dude, that’s one in hell of a cold hearted vamp.”

“You think?” a brow raised. Jeb then folded his arms across his chest. His eyes were fixed on the flat screen and the YouTube video that continued to play the scene of the crowd of protesters running away from the fallen victim. “You would think the police would have closed the place down, or in the very least investigate this person that those people claim is a vampire.”

“We should really look in to this Jeb. The military still has Lincoln Park locked down while they conduct their operation. There’s no way we are going to get into there, but this store is still open …”

“Yeah, Thoth’s Library, I’d planned to check that place out for spell books.” A brief pause, “I better pay a visit before someone burns the place down. Hopefully a slayer will go in there and turned the vamp into dust. Now that would be cool to see.”

“It will make for a great story if you dusted the vamp,” the blogger suggested.

“I don’t think so. Remember Vera Cruz, that did not work out too well,” He unfolded his arms and walked over to the refrigerator inside the kitchen, and got himself a can of Dr. Pepper. Popped it open, took a sip, and then returned to his blogger friend. “Really, who in their right mine would hire, and work with a murderer? Seriously, who would? Working with a vamp that can toss their victim off the roof like that is just wrong.” He took another sip of his Dr. Pepper. “Let’s go check it out,” he said with a glee, “but let’s get something to eat first.”

Jeb walked to take his coat out of the closet. “Hey bring your video camera, and I’ll bring the vamp repellent.”

The production of the Japanese television commercials and magazine ads for the company’s new Magic White toothpaste had come to an end. The company got their celebrity magician endorsement, and Jeb got a nice fat wire transfer into his bank account. It was all good, and it was now time to celebrate.

( Kampi! )

Jeb sat at a corner table with his day pack laying on the floor tucked between his feet for safe keeping. The novelty bar and grill inside LAX was beginning to fill with mostly passengers passing the time till their boarding time. He sat at his table unnoticed, and had not been approached by anyone yet, inquiring if he was the Jeb from Survivor-Maya. That was happening less and less as time passed since he won as the sole survivor.

At least he could enjoy his bacon cheese burger and fries without interruption, or maybe not. After two bites of his burger, someone walked up to his table, "Excuse me, but were you on Survivor?"

He quickly swallowed down a sip of beer, to wash down the burger, "Yeah, I was." He smiled at the attractive blonde, who must be from Orange County.

"Jeb!" she exclaimed with excitement. "Oh my god, you're Jeb. My girlfriends will never believe that I met you. Oh, wait. Can I take a picture with you?"

( Give the public what they want )

An hour later, he was on a flight bound for Tokyo, Japan.