Cooper was leaving his office and hopping onto his motorcycle when his cell phone rang. The number didn't look familiar, but on the off-chance it was a vampire in need, he picked it up. "Dia dhuit," he answered. The voice on the other end said about four words that caused Cooper's face to go even whiter under his already pale hue.

"Can't I--" Nope. "But--" Nope. He was not getting out of this. He sighed, closed his eyes, and pinched the spot at the top of his nose. When he reopened his eyes, his face was set. "Fine. Where do you want to meet?" Getting an answer, he hung up, and hopped on his motorcycle. His mood now much more serious, he tore off down the street into the sunset.