This is actually the critically acclaimed saga of blood and passion simply because only vampire Jack Fleming could tell it.

Jack port Fleming was an investigative journalist in Prohibition-era Chicago until he got shot simply by an unknown assassin, bitten simply by his vampire girlfriend-who has since disappeared-and then became among the undead. Right now, this nice-guy Nosferatu includes a couple of crazy vampire hunters on his path, equipped with crosses, sterling silver bullets, and sharp wooden stakes. He doesn’t understand how they heard bout him or why they may be “out for his bloodstream,” but it isn’t a problem because of this street-wise gumshoe, until somebody starts shooting. Jack himself may be bulletproof, but his friends are not. And Jack is determined to get some good answers, even if it kills him-again. It’s an instance of the living versus the undead. But who’s hunting whom?