"Ugh, vampires," Coop said, making a face at the mention of those particular creatures. Vampires were only good for one thing and that was something that he'd yet to find in Darrow. He was still looking, still hoping but it didn't look good.

Coop peered down at the tattoo, eyes widening slightly. "That's, uh, that's unfortunate. Los Angeles is slowly going down the tubes but it's still in one piece and, as of yet, untouched by any giant monster. Where the hell did something like that even come from? Did it step out of some freaky kid's nightmare or something?"