Frank's Backstory... the Conclusion.
The stewardess had brought Frank an unopened pack of lucky strikes. He lit one up. “So, you and I are on a private Lear Jet, owned by the Yakuza, bound for Los Angeles.”
The stewardess entered into the cabin and bowed before Frank. “Sir, the flight is almost over. We will be landing in about one hour in Los Angeles. Please make all preparations for arrival.
“Thanks honey,” Frank nodded and took a big puff on his cigarette. “Well, you heard the woman. It appears that our time together is almost over. We will be landing in LAX very shortly. They call it the city of angels you know, but I doubt that moniker holds any truth any more. God is most certainly gone from that place. I wouldn’t be getting a warm reception there if wasn’t. Thank you very much for listening to my story. Like I said, I need to have someone by my side almost all the time. It is better when I can have some conversation as well, but you did the best you could under the circumstances.”
Frank leaned over to the girl and looked into her eyes.
“Itadakimasu,” he whispered into her ear. The girl began to weep uncontrollably at his words, translated into English as thank you for this meal.
Frank sunk his teeth into her and drained her of every ounce of life blood, being particularly careful not to get any on the leather couch. Filled with the youth’s warm, now drug-free blood, Frank felt revitalized. He could feel the wound on his chest, where she had staked him begin to close.
Frank laid her body down on the couch and he adjusted his suit. He had managed to keep it clean. He cleaned the blood off of his mouth with her red dress. It barely even left a stain.
The plane landed at a special runway reserved for planes of their size. Another black Mercedes came out to meet the Lear Jet and Frank made his way off the plane. He glanced worryingly around at the new landscape. It was the dead of night and threats could be anywhere. He was terrified. The bloody Japanese girl on the plane would be taken care of by the crew. His paperwork had all checked out with the tower and he was cleared for disembarkation, but something inside kept gnawing at him. Tonight, he might need another dose of medicine.