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PostPosted: Sun Aug 02, 2015 6:38 pm    Post subject: There Are Monsters Here Reply with quote


There are monsters here, there are
And they're wrapped in cotton wool
The faces I once knew
They're fake
And I walk alone

There are monsters here, there are
And they wake here by my side
The ones I long to see
They're lost tonight
To them my world falls blind

Get no sanctuary with my eyes closed
Get no sanctuary at all

"Monsters" by You&Me

https://youtu.be/YLrkaah6-V8


Just a few months earlier, which felt far longer in many ways. . .

It was a rare spring day in the city of the dead. The humisery was low, with the heady scent of confederate jasmine and southern magnolia lingering heavy in the air mingling with the subtle notes of gardenia and rose. A mellow perfume so common in the Garden District where old antebellum homes clung to their dignity, even in the face of inevitable decay. The array of color that spilled forth with the coming of spring was nearly dazzling with the bright white and soft pinks of the Dogwoods to the soul inspiring azaleas that lined many a walkway with every season. Today the sun was bright. The clear sharpness of light brought everything into focus under that ever so perfect blue, blue sky.

It was a slim delicate form, which stood hesitantly upon the steps of the grandiose sweeping marble steps. To see her standing there, one was instantly reminded of a bygone era. A memory of crooners and of torch song singers and reminiscent of aged, dog-eared magazines such as Vogue or Vanity Fair could be brought to mind upon the sight of the elegant woman. Blond curls in an elegant bob many called “Retro” worked well with the chiffon and lace dress of off white that drifted dreamlike around her legs.

Her skin was the perfect porcelain with hints of peaches and cream, near flawless and a perfect frame for deep blue eyes of a sky at dusk. Ruby lips were pursed in contemplation, as she appeared to be waiting. In one lacy encased hand a small parasol was held. Some said she was sensitive to the sun and rarely braved daylight hours.

The hunter was still unconvinced. Watching from some distance where he bided his time. Wondering if the woman planned to moved. Would she remain safe under the shade of the circular pavilion that acted as a porch with elegant columns had held it secure for centuries?

He didn’t have long to wait before a car paused at the end of the steps down to the oak shaded street. She hurried down and was soon slipping inside with the aid of her driver. Settling back into the cool comfort of a powerful cooling system.

Behind the stalker followed.


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PostPosted: Sun Aug 02, 2015 6:41 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

His prey spent some time visiting with the bank and afterward, she walked down the street towards a small consignment shop. Another hour of waiting and she soon emerged with bags in hand. The parasol opened as she strolled along Royal Street. Window-shopping by the look of it, as she seemed to have found a number of new items and made an array of purchases. Eventually she made a stop at one of the many four star restaurants the city was famous for. From the way the staff behaved, it was obvious they knew her and treated with respectful familiarity. Welcomed with friendly smiles and gracious manners so prevalent in the south.

After a shockingly long meal the elegant lady eventually exited the establishment sated and smiling. She made several more stops that day. From the procurement of fresh cut flowers to even finding time to partake of an open produce market. She soon returned home just as the sun started to sink lower in the sky. Now the soft scents from the morning had become deeper, richer. Perhaps some might even say it was deliciously sultry as the tones were deeper, enhanced. The mingling aromas from heat of the day had brought forth the heady oils, which would now linger long into the night.

Lights came alive and brought the old manor to life as upon her entering, they were turned on. The hunter from his vantage point could hear voices speaking but then silence as the driver made his departure. He waited another hour but when his mark failed to appear, he made his own exit. Another dead end it would seem.

“I had started to wonder if he would ever leave.” Cobalt Blue eyes watched the man slink off into the enfolding darkness as night took hold of the city proper.

To be continued:

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PostPosted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 3:25 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Day gives way to night
On the storefront mannequins
The audience with Mona Lisa grins
Moonlight builds emotion
As the players scuttle in
Pull the curtain back and let the show begin

Moon of mischief
Under low light discipline
Here the tiny monsters hunt for harlequins

"Tiny Monsters" - Puscifer
https://youtu.be/iw-f5ehOvZk


“He may not yet be convinced.” The elegant twin stated before her own features started to melt, returning to their normal configuration. Brilliant azure eyes and inky black hair took the place of the blond elegance of just a few moments earlier. She also shrunk, losing that extra bit of height her client carried.

Simone reached for a worn pair of jeans and dropped them into the winged back chair. Carefully she removed the airy concoction that was the dress. “I can see why you like wearing such things. I felt most ladylike in it.”

Shimmying into her own denim, she glanced at the silent figure across the room. A beringed hand was taking up a large black tee. “You may want to stay in for a few days doll. Rawls made sure you’re all stocked up so you won’t starve.” A sigh and Simone yanked the shirt down over her head.

“This one is more persistent than most. Do you want me arrange for permanent removal?” The changeling asked as she tucked the tee into her snug jeans.

“No.” Cerise responded as she lowered her hand from the lace curtain. “I want to know who hired him.”

“I am working on that, Cerise cher. He’s a cautious one so few have managed to get close to him. So, I use other means.” None of which she planned to share. A girl had to keep some secrets in this business.

“I have Pax coming to stay with you a few days. I already let Rawls know.” Pax was a demon Simone had found one evening in a Bourbon Street Dive. He had needed a job and she had needed muscle. That was some 25 years back actually and he remained on her payroll ever since. As for Rawls, he was Cerise’s manservant if you will. Her keeper in general as many of her kind did have such companions or Ghouls if you like. He had left this night to take care of a few more details, but would be back soon enough. “I want to make sure that hunter doesn’t decide to come visit you in person.”

“I am hardly weak Simi. I have managed more than a few decades on my own as well.” A small smile touched the ageless features of Simone’s friend.

The dark haired fae just shook her head with an equally thin smile of her own. “Cerise cher, you lean towards being passive really. You have your few toys. You have for decades, but I can’t recall ever you killing anyone.”

“One doesn’t need to kill to survive Simi.” The tone held a certain somber resignation to it. “I get by without taking a life. It suits me best this way.”

Simone didn’t actually know how Cerise had become one of the undead. She had never asked, as most were not fond of sharing such a traumatic memories with many.

Now on the other hand, Simone had indeed taken a life, more than a few. When it came down to them or herself, there wasn’t any other option but to come out on top.

Brushing the bangs out of her azure eyes she gave Cerise a reassuring smile mere moments before there was a knock on the door. Down below, Pax was soon entering. His large form taking up a great bit of the foyer as he stood there looking around. “This be the place boss?”

“Yes Pax. This is Cerise, the lady you will be guarding for a few nights.” She made the introductions and then after getting her man situated she was heading out. She had a hunter to hunt.

To Be Continued. . .

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PostPosted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 2:34 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange

"People Are Strange" - The Doors
https://youtu.be/j0Mz_IqpZX8



The night was particularly dark, with a mere sliver of a moon occasionally showing through the growing cover of dark clouds. There was a storm brewing in the gulf and the first bands had reached the city. There was a black shimmer on the uneven sidewalk, from an earlier washing of rain. Brought to life by the dim glow from the streetlights, wearing the façade of antique oil lamps, cast a feeble shine.

Music spilled out several doors and mingled with other melodies and genres as she walked down Decatur. Most of the locals avoided the crush of Bourbon Street and spent much of their time on this long stretch of road. The bars, restaurants and clubs that lined the way catered to all sorts.

It was Simone’s experience that while most businesses came and went within the ebb and flow of this city, the smell remained the same. Often times it could be worse when some event had occurred, especially Mardi Gras. It was the sour scent of mold, dampness and the nearby Mississippi River, which curled along the levee. A structure designed to protect the city from storms and rising water. Add in the usual potent stink of alcohol and urine, and other unsavory bodily functions that too much drink tended to bring forth in abundance. All combined to make a unique fragrance that wasn’t terribly appealing for some. Others, such as herself saw it more as all a part of the place and the city she loved. It was the bad with the good so to speak.

Simone walked the street with purpose. Those startlingly fierce, azure eyes lifting to inspect every face she passed. She was well aware that the Veux Carrier was a place where predators hunted. From the lowest of thieves and muggers to the more dangerous monsters, most believed only lived in books or movies. The truth was far more deadly to the unwary and she was far from being that.

Her mark said to haunt an old dive bar known as the “Dungeon” to the locals. Simone was familiar with the establishment of course having been there on many occasions. The bar had been around for a very long time and welcomed all sorts. Making her way down into the depths of the place she always felt the name was appropriate. Its steps were tight and gloomy but it opened up into a larger room. Dark and dim. Since the smoking ban that thick haze of smoke no longer hung in the air like a ghostly shadow of death.

As usual a nosy tourist struck up a conversation with her, asking her about the city and what she did. Ever polite Simone answered without offering an invitation to join her, but of course, those signals were inevitably ignored. She soon found him crowding in upon her in a far too familiar manner. Not all visitors to the city were monsters, but there was always a few. “You don’t sound like you are from here.” The man said. Words he would soon regret uttering.

Those curiously colored eyes of her lifted, taking on a faintly blazing intensity as she regarded the tourist full on. “Not everyone from the great state of Louisiana sounds like the people you see on those dreadful reality programs. They make us all sound ignorant and lacking in intelligence. Our state does offer a free education system and most do avail themselves of it, so the saying of such things as 'Dis & Dat and the dropping of many words or slurring them in a sentences.' Is not nearly as common as one might be led to believe.”

The man’s faced flushed red at her words, realizing he had inadvertently insulted her and stammered an apology, but be that as it may, she pressed onward ruthlessly. “It is also a fact that those that live here, are not the ones flashing their assets to the world for a cheap string of plastic beads. It is usually out of town wild woman and men, who lack sense or the ability to hold their alcohol. I thought I would give you that last bit of knowledge for free, and before you made the mistake and asked.” The more her temper flared, the more pronounced her accent did become, but Simone was still carefully enunciating every word.

The tourist hurried off seconds later and she swung back to the bar and her waiting drink.

To Be Continued. . .

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PostPosted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 4:05 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Folks come to her, from miles and miles around,
She sure know how to put that, that voodoo down.
To the voodoo lady they all would go,
The rich, the educated, the ignorant and the poor.
She'd snap her fingers, and shake her head,
She'd tell them 'bout their lovers! livin' or dead.

"Marie Laveau" by Dr. John
https://youtu.be/Lb8DlC3utYE


“Still terrifying the tourists I see.” Words colored with warm honey and summer evenings. Soothing the tone of a woman used to singing and chanting.

Glancing up, her azure eyes dimmed faintly, taking on a more normal glow. A smile tugged them upon Simone’s wine tinted lips. “Of course. One has to have their pleasures after all, terrorizing tourist does fall under one of mine. Thankfully I don’t work for the Travel and Tourism board so I don’t have to be friendly to pushy Tourists.”

“Always a pleasure to see you Celeste.” Simone then added with a hand inviting the mulatto woman to join her. “What would you like to drink?”

“Purple Haze if you please.” That directed towards the tender before Celeste settled herself down beside the changeling.

Celeste was one of the best Voudoun Priestess’s in the city. Simone had known her since they were children; they were in fact, blood sisters, a childhood binding that had been an unexpected exchanging of gifts. Both had come to New Orleans at the same time. The pair also still maintained some strong ties to their small hometown back in Plaquemines Parish.

“Did you find out anything for me?” Simone asked, idly toying with the straw in her cup. To the observer it was your usual girly drink with fruit and a little happy umbrella. It was a mere illusion, as there was only cherry cola within.

“I know where he is staying if that helps. I couldn’t learn little more as it feels as if he is under some sort of protection.” Celeste replied. Taking up her own drink for a savoring sip of the potent brew within.

“What kind of protection?” Careful to keep her voice modulated in a calm tone, Simone could not help the fleeting expression of annoyance that danced upon her own pale face.

“Feels like some God is watching over him. I am unfamiliar with whatever deity he is associated too. Feels old Simi. Might be dangerous as well.” Celeste’s golden eyes looked at Simone with concern. “I have a bad feeling about this one. Your client may never know who sent him. He does not feel right. As if he is out of time or place.”

To be continued. . .

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PostPosted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 2:12 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

A little mayhem never hurt anyone
Where'm I gonna get some, get some, get some?
A little bedlam 'til I'm coming undone
Where'm I gonna get some, get some, get some?
I wanna feel the chaos
I wanna hear the uproar
A little pandemonium
I know I'm not the only one

"Mayhem" by Halestorm
https://youtu.be/SrVMzDw7ncs


Later, Simone would recall those words. Dressed in snug black denim and a form fitted tee shirt of the same color, she was making her way towards the hotel. It was one of those listed in the Historical registry. Not your usual fair for a typical hunter. Normally they stayed in dives and nothing quite this upscale.

She knew the room number, so with that in mind, she strolled inside bold as brass and after a brief conversation with the desk clerk, she had a name. “Andrian Latham” was what the young man said after glancing at the registry. “Is he in presently?”

“I can check for you miss.” The man turned and was dialing the room, it was quickly apparent there wasn’t an answer. “He isn’t answering. Would you like to leave a message for him?”

Simone merely shook her head. “I will try back later. Thank you for your help Adam.” Offer her hand politely and the young man accepted her gesture as expected, after that, it was just a matter of waiting.

The night clerk eventually took a break and that was when Simone went into action having been watching from a short distance away. Taking on the guise of the young man Adam, she was soon behind the counter, asking one his relief if they had their key. Simone had a keycard in her hand and was walking off towards the elevator moments later.

It was that easy, for her anyway.

As she had no idea how long, the hunter would be away, Simone made fast work of searching his room. Looking for any clue that might suggest why he was stalking her client and friend. This unknown man was exceptionally neat. Everything placed in a sort of fashion that bespoke of a compulsive demeanor. Just when she was about to give up, she accidently knocked a box off a side table and the contents spilled out. Mostly change, some mints and a curious amulet. It was chilly to the touch and looked old. Have found little else, it was that she felt might be the answer so she took it. Tucking it away into a back pocket.

The sound at the door had her smoothly drawing a balisong blade silently. Stepping back into the shadows near the door, Simone waited with a held breath.

To be continued. . .

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PostPosted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 1:26 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

It came as no surprise
You bring me back to life
Believe me
"You bleed for me, I'll bleed for you"
I caught you walking through walls
Drowned with applause
From the world that makes me crazy

We are
We are the shaken (Shaken)
We are the monsters (Monsters)
Underneath your bed

"Monsters" by Matchbook Romance
https://youtu.be/yFdLSM8zVVI


He was a tall man this Andrian Latham. Taller and broader than expected, but Simone was not concerned. She had taken down larger. Of course, she did recall Celeste’s warning. Therefore, her first swing was designed to knock him out, but it failed. A tussle ensued, with her trying to break free from a shockingly strong grip. Thrown up against a wall, with an arm pressing into her throat, he growled. “Who are ya and who sent ya?”

Simone had little choice now. That old saying an echo in her head, “Kill or be killed” and she wasn’t about to be killed. So, a hard boot came down on heel first on the top of his foot followed by an even harder kick to his shin, and the second his hold loosened, she was taking a deadly swing at him, the blade a momentary flicker in the darkness.

The result, he went down hard and fast by what she could see. Blood was pooling under him and she gave a shake of her dark head. This was a mess. A quick riffling of his body and she had found a letter that was in an inside jacket pocket, which she took of course. He was still and unmoving. Taking out her cellphone, she sent a message to another associate. “Need a clean-up at the Royal room 408. Now.”

Taking the guise of her victim now, Simone slipped out a side door of the hotel and in a matter of minutes vanishing into dark streets of New Orleans.

Five minutes later her cell vibrated, alerting her to a call. Striding past several drunken Tourist near St. Anne, she swung down a side street and right into deep shadows. There she reverted to her normal form and answered the cell.

It never failed to amaze her how some calls felt impatient while others seemed to take on a more relaxed note. This night, the buzzing seemed almost panicked.

“Yes?” Simone snapped with a glance around and casually moved into the light of a nearby street lamp. Feeble light but in the black of this night it seemed brighter than usual.

“He’s not here.” The disembodied voice of one of her cleaners made her pause.

“What?! I *** slashed his throat!” The now very agitated fae hissed vehemently into the phone. Voice pitched low, hushed even while her eyes glowed a fierce blue in the night. Her penetrating gaze darting about cautiously, or perhaps nervously. The missing body gave her a reason to feel suddenly stressed. Add on unknown elder gods and Simone suspected she had somehow unleashed a whole lot of unwanted trouble upon herself.

To be continued. . .

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PostPosted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 12:36 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Sneakin’ round through the cracks
Doubling up the stacks
He said if God lives by the gun
I’ll show the world a little more love

You’re young enough to say what you feel
So say what you feel, say what you feel
Sometimes it’s all that we got
It’s all that we got, it’s all that we got then it’s gone

He turns around and sees the world he knows fall apart
The struggle you are up against makes you what you are
Don’t turn around when you’re alone running in the dark
The struggle you are up against makes you what you are.

"The Struggle" by Grizfolk
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“I’m telling ya Sugar. Blood all over the place, but there ain’t no body for me ta deal with. Either someone else took da corpse or da guy ain’t dead.” His disembodied voice, and seemed to sound almost distant in her ears, but those words had to clear the sudden rushing sound of panic that was making her mind buzz.

The early blooming magnolia and wisps of wisteria hung heavy in the air. The combination a consistent springtime perfume that mingled with less pleasant smells that frequently permeated the city. The effect nearly chocked her senses as she whipped around, watching her back front and everything else at this point. Dismay further fogged her thoughts as even within the weird realm she traveled, dead men didn’t just get up and start walking, no matter how many movies or TV shows of Zombies tried to convince people otherwise. He was no vampire or any kind of undead she was aware of, that she was certain.

Normally nimble fingers fumbled as she hit the speed dial button for Celeste. It switched the ring tone in moments and she took to pacing under the feeble light of the old fashion street lamp. It’s dim glow casting ominous shadows all around her.

“Hello?” Celeste’s smooth, honey-warm tone rolled over Simone’s frazzled nerves and started to sooth almost instantly.

“Hello Cele. I am in serious trouble. I think I have a dead man hunting me.” Voice pitched low, but showing a major around of alarm in the trembling flow of words.

“I warned you Simi! I did!” A deep sigh followed her best friend’s declaration. “Okay, okay. Where are you now?” So calm her friends words it managed to crawl along the cell phone connection and started to settle Simone down as well.

Looking up she peered at the street sign. In her rush she had been walking without really paying mind, but the names above were familiar. “I am at the corner of Burgundy and Conti. The first street name was pronounced, “Burr-Gun-Dee”. One of many locations in the state that wasn’t spoken the way it was spelled and forget phonics, those didn't work so well here. However, Simone had also spotted the faded sign for the old Wax Museum just a half block down and quickly added. “Very near where the Musee Conti used to be.” Sad that, as rumor had it the old building would soon be turned into trendy condos.

“Christophe is working tonight. Head to Saint Louis Number 1 and join his tour group. I will call and let him know you’re coming. It’s early still so plenty around that area as it’s been a busy weekend. He can deal with any issues that may arise.” Simone didn’t actually know the guy Celeste was sending her to, but she trusted her friend completely so off she went. Casting nervous glances over her shoulder, Simone made her way quickly towards the oldest and most haunted cemetery in the city.

To be continued. . .

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PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 5:41 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Afraid to lose control
And caught up in this world
I've wasted time, I've wasted breath
I think I've thought myself to death

I was born without this fear
Now only this seems clear
I need to move, I need to fight
I need to lose myself tonight

"Come With Me Now" by Kongos
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gz2GVlQkn4Q


Like most old graveyards, St. Louis no.1 was rife with twisty and meandering paths, without much in the way of order. Some said it was about controlled chaos. Here one found ragged edges of deterioration and smooth marble mingled amidst the lingering sense of age, mystery and death.

The only way to see this specific historical site was to join a tour group these days. It was no longer safe to wander such places alone for the city had it's issues that tended towards a violent nature. Graveyards through the ages seemed to be places that attracted the worst of living evil. New Orleans's Cities of the Dead were no different.

Built in 1789, it was the oldest existing City of the dead in New Orleans. While the vaults and tomes were not as ornate as other locations it was still an interesting place to visit. It was said that many of it's residents were famous. From the oft defaced Glapion tome said to be the resting place of the famous Voodoo Queen, Marie Laveau, to the first African-American Mayor of the Big Easy, Ernest N. "Dutch" Morial. Old rumors that even one of Jean Lafitte's pirates was interned within. An early Chess Champion, Paul Morphy, was laid to rest among the marble edifices. Even one of the most vile of New Orleans old society, Delphine LaLaurie was said to be resting within the walls of St. Louis No. 1.

It was here Simone located Christophe. He was just exiting with a large group of tourists from the wrought iron gates and talking. “No, this was not the first cemetery. The first was St. Peter, but after the fires of 1788 the city was redesigned and St. Louis no.1 became the oldest.”

It was instantly apparent to Simone that he had the virtue of patience as he fielded more questions from this batch of tourists. “No, the idea of the vaults was from the traditions of the French and Spanish. It was simply lagniappe that it worked for the extreme water table that plagues New Orleans to this very day.”

Several young ladies in the group stood silent, transfixed by the tall, elegant young man talking. He had that soothing, lyrical cadence enhanced by a faint Cajun accent that enchanted the listener. Simone could see why he was one of Celeste's friends. He was her type from his inky dark hair, caramel colored skin, warm golden eyes and brilliant smile. Not only that, but he was obviously intelligent and wealthy if the chatter about him were to be believed.

To be continued. . .

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PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 10:52 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Please come to me
Oh Serendipity
As they try to hunt me down
I live my life by their command
I thought I've seen it all
What is the plan
I shouldn't have to fight alone
This is a fragile moment
Release me

"Serendipity" by Amaranthe
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“Good evening Simone. Celeste sent word you were in need of a ride.” His smile was easy enough, while behind him the tour group was already filing onto a small transport. Now, his attention shifted fully upon her and she gave a weak smile.

“Ah, yes. Can you carry me to Celeste's place? I got myself into a spot of trouble and she's going to help me with it.” It was a habit of Simone to speak the truth or as much of it as possible. Saved her later in keeping the story straight.

“Yes, something about a dead man hunting you.” Said rather casually which made Simone pause and give Christophe a look. She was mentally trying to figure out exactly why her best friend would give out such information.

With humor more then apparent in Christophe's gleaming golden eyes and expression upon his handsome face, he moved to the white luxury car a short distance away and opened the door for her. “I am a historian and a follower of the old ways. It is possible I might be of assistance.” With that said he pushed the door closed and circled around to the drivers side and eased in. “She mentioned old Gods might be involved and I do have some knowledge in that area of history.”

“So, your interest isn't just local history then?” The quiet of the car made the city noises fade to a memory as it pulled away from the curb. To Simone's sensitive ears she sounded rather loud in the hushed environment. That soft breeze of the cooling system washing over her.

“My interest in history is broad sweeping and encompasses an array of genre. Tonight was rare. My usual tour guide became ill so I filled in for him. Couldn't find anyone else on short notice.” Christoph responded calmly, before turning onto Rampart and headed towards uptown.

It suddenly clicked. He was actually a very old friend of Celeste's. If Simone's memory was trustworthy, he owned a tour guide company that specialized in the more eclectic excursions. Haunted and the Voodoo experience along side the Battle of New Orleans sites and Plantation ghost over night hunts. Simone had even heard something about a Pirate Adventure featuring Jean Lafitte, and spotlighted the area around Barataria. There was also a tour that included a visit to the Tabasco company on Avery Island. A location Simone had visited many times in her youth and even recent years. Gossip had it that he was also kin to a old, wealthy family from Northwest Louisiana. The controversial Metoyer clan if she was recalling it right.

Now, his being given far more information then expected made sense, at least. Simone had dubbed him the unknown one that Celeste had not caught. He was the proverbial “Fish that got away.”

“I didn't find much when I tossed the dead guy's room. Just some odd coin.” Twisting about in the bucket seat she retrieved the curious item from her back pocket. It was impossible to inspect just now but Simone still tried. Radiant azure eyes squinting in the strobing light from the streetlights they passed, while that eerie feeling from that unnaturally cold metal sent fissures of energy into her fingers.

To be continued. . .

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PostPosted: Thu Mar 31, 2016 8:22 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I can feel the storm above
The rain is coming now
I can hear the train ahead
Tonight I'm leaving town
And today is the day
That I break free from these shades
So won't you come and save me
From this war that I've been living in

"Before the Storm" by Shelby Merry
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W9NMAXemKLA


That scent of damp earth hung in the air carried in on gulf breezes, alerting all to the coming storm. Off in the distance the sky was a flickering of colors. The light show on display a warning of a coming angry tempest. The heavens darkened in the dusk of evening. Creating an eerie glow as light from the nearby downtown projected a radiance upon the cumulus clouds gathering above. Simone paused to gaze upward. Radiant blue-green eyes carrying their own luminous sheen as she watched lightening dance across gloomy heavens in a threatening exhibition of electric.

Storms in New Orleans were common but often dramatic and intense due to the placement of the city, resting as it was at the mouth of “Old man river”, the Mississippi. Water was much a part of life here from the food to the recreational activities that many locals participated in. For Simone, everything in her beloved city was beyond compare. Even the weather here was unpredictable and capricious at best.

It seemed that the climate this day was following her mood. The breeze was already picking up, carrying an array of scent. That ocean essence along with the multitude of floral and green that was heavy in the garden district. As there was a colder feeling creeping in, fog was a likely effect which delighted this particular Fae. Simone loved the mists after the rain for it brought it's own sort of magic to an already mysterious city. Noir Sorcery she called it. Often fed by the nexus point of crossing dense ley lines. Many found themselves lost when the deeper fog rolled in, as most no longer had any sense of direction. Not to mention how it tricked the mind. Some often saw ghosts roaming within the hazy veil.

Celeste's home had been in her family for generations. A grand French inspired house that had been gifted to a mistress, whose descendants still treasured and cared for it. It boasted a expansive garden that reflected it's past. While the "Garden District" was known now for the elegant architecture, it had earned it's name from the lavish gardens on display when this area was first founded. Around Celeste's home there was was a subtle herbal scent of sage and rosemary mingled with roses, magnolia, jasmine and more. Having a green thumb, as she still maintained the garden of that era with passionate regard to history and preserving many heirloom plants and herbs that might be otherwise lost to the ages.

Christoph and Simone walked towards the elegant porch, taking in the view of tall ornate edged cream colored columns and restored wrought iron scroll work. Pale Stained wood spread across the entrance of the old home. Even before they reached the door light spilled across as the lamp that was reminiscent of when it was built was switched on. “There you are. Come in, come in.” Celeste called out cheerily.

“I didn't have time to cook so you will just have to deal with the nearby Pizza Kitchen's excellent fair.” She said as she led the way towards the kitchen that had been renovated recently by the look of it. Yet, it lost none of the country charm it had originally been built with.

To Be Continue...

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PostPosted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 10:10 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

You won't see me running
Oh my blood's been burning cold
Ain't no secrets honey
Only one way this can go

Have you heard about me?
Full moon on the rising
Feel the power shoot through my veins
Now I'm home

Rumours by Whissell
https://youtu.be/OY9PVIM5qVM


Soon enough the empty dishes were deposited into the sink. After refilling the wine glasses, with a deep burgundy vintage, the trio stood at the end of the table where Simon retrieved the unsettling coin from her pocket. She placed it down upon the hard wooden surface. Just that momentary touch made her fingers tingle and she unconsciously rubbed her digits against the rough denim encasing her leg.

The rafters seemed to shake with the first heavy rumbling of thunder as it rolled above them, causing each to glance upwards. A few moments later and the pressure shifted with the first fat spattering of rain hitting the pane-glass windows.

Moving away only briefly, Celeste soon returned with an amused, someone sheepish smile while holding up a few candle sticks and a flashlight. “Power line in this area are still old and above ground which makes it unfortunately fickle so one must be prepared.” Placing the items within reaching distance she turned her attention to the item resting on her table.

“So, you got this from a man you thought you killed? Except he didn't have the good manners to stay dead?” Christoph asked as he examined the coin, one hand reaching out to touch it before drawing back with a faint grown drawn upon his brow.

“Yes. He attacked me and I responded by cutting him pretty badly but somehow he managed to get up and walk out from the look of it.” Simone felt a bit unsettled having such a conversation with one who was mostly a stranger. What she did and who she worked for was not something she brought up in polite company.

“Fear not Simi, cher. Christoph is an old friend. He has seen many things over the years, having attended more then a few of my events. There isn't much that will shock him I dare say.” Celeste stated with a hand moving to rest for a moment upon the man's forearm as she spoke. “I trust him fully.” Words that did alleviate some of Simone's concerns.

“I am very much a historian, Simone. It is part of my business but I also dabble in more unusual areas of studies. I have an interest in a vast array of unusual and unique areas of investigation.” Lifting his golden gaze from the book he held in his tapered fingers he regarded the dark fae with a crooked smile. “I even know a bit of history about your kind as well, but I shall leave that for another night. As to the item at hand, I remember seeing something similar in a very old tome I recovered some years back.”

“That was why I sent you to him Simi. Christoph is brilliant.” Celeste's be-ringed hand waved a bit, catching the light from the chandelier above. “He is one of the few that knows quite a bit about just about any religion to have existed.”

“That is a bit of an understatement Cel. I know about some, but I don't know about all of them.”

While Christoph didn't say “yet”, Simone was sure he had been thinking it. As it was, none of this was getting her any closer to answering the question about the weird coin and what it was for. Or about the previous owner as well.

Taking a deep breath, in an attempt to calm herself, while outside the storm was becoming quite fierce. She glanced at Celeste, and then at Chris. “So what do you know about more supernatural entities such as vampires, demons, witches, devils, just to name a few? ” She couldn't help but fidget nervously, as she didn't generally care to discuss what she did so casually.

Christoph's golden eyes grew in intensity as he regarded Simone. He didn't move for a moment, becoming unnaturally still, just those piercing, unearthly luminous eyes of his boring into her. A slow enigmatic smile crept upon his lips. “I know far more about such things then even you would be believe.” the timbre of his voice should have made her feel less stressed,but actually served to make her even more twitchy.

A split second later, as if in a bad mystery/horror movie out of the 60's or something, Thunder crashed and shook the windows audibly, causing Simone to nearly jump out of her skin. Followed instantly by the flickering of lights. They went brighter for a few seconds and then abruptly died with a loud whine of sound in the now pitch black outdoors. In the chaos, for just a moment Simone was sure Christophe's eyes had flashed a radiant crimson sheen, while electric strobe danced just beyond the safety of the storm glass.

That had to have been her overactive and ever wild imagination, Simone told herself firmly, because he looked perfectly normal a mere second later, when Celeste snapped on the flashlight. Her friend then set about lighting candles to chase some of the shadows back into the corners of the room.

To Be Continue...

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PostPosted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 1:41 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

These wicked games that we play
Kill the lights
Better hold on tight
Out for blood
Better run and hide
Feel the dark creeping up on you
Better say your prayers before I make my move
These wicked games that we play

"Wicked Games" by The Hotdamns
https://youtu.be/Ergbd1bfkDE


An eerie blue glow radiated from the coin in a manner that had the trio moving back cautiously. Celeste's eyed the item for a few moments then peered at Chris. “You ever seen something like that before, Cher?” She was making the sign to ward off unknown evil as she spoke.

“Nothing like that, but I have heard of some magics that behave in a similar manner. From what I can make out of the symbols, I suspect this is Vampiric.” Came the instant reply with another glance towards Simone. “Know anyone who might specialize in such areas of arcane?”

That question startled Simone nearly as much as that booming thunder and she sort of stammered a bit. “Um well I um, might know a few folks that have interest in such. . . supernatural areas besides. . . Celi there.” Taking up her glass, the ruby red liquid shimmering in the candlelight and took a fortifying drink, all the while she regarded that creepy coin. A crinkling of her nose followed and a quick flash decision made.

Celeste obviously trusted this guy, which should be enough for Simone as well. Just something about him did make her nervous. She wasn't able to put her finger on it, but felt he wasn't all that seemed. So, in typical blunt fashion, she took a breath and stared pointedly at the man, her aquamarine eyes taking on their own luminous shine in the soft light. “What exactly are you? Yes, you “seem” human enough but as one that “seems” human as well, your something more. I can feel it.”

Her best friend started laughing. “I told you she would notice eventually.” Celeste said before she also followed with a sip of wine. “I have known Chris since I was a child actually Simi. He is a very old family friend. Believe me, he is has seen more strange then either of us have put together.”

“I was once married to her great-Mamere, Leondrea. I believe I was the 3rd out of her six spouses actually.” He wore a straight face as he spoke. Golden eyes just watching the play of disbelief and bafflement that danced across the expressive Fae's fire-lit features.

“I call macaquerie on you both!” Using an old childhood term that suggested he was spouting foolishness. Simone huffed the and just gave a quick shake of her head. Unsure but still suspecting they were attempting to pull her leg.

“Oh cher, he is not lying or playing with you. It's the truth. Chris is the product of a human and a demon.” Just like that, her best friend in the world spoke and all Simone could do was gape at her.

“Dit mon la verite'!” Demanding the truth and when both just gazed at her. Lacking the teasing light she had been expecting Simone frowned for a moment and then sighed. “Quoi d'autre?” Simone fully expected more, so she asked.

“I have no idea what more I can say, other then it's true enough. Celeste has told me what it is you do Simone and I may have need of those skills one day myself.” A wry turn of lips, and Chris glanced again towards the fae. His eyes glittering like gold metal in the warm glowing light. “I have lived and died more then a few times already, and I am not adept at it yet.”

“Just how old are you Chris?” Curious as ever she placed the empty glass down, shooting a sideways look towards him.

“200 hundred years mostly.”

All Simone could do was stare for a minute and then with a quick release of breath. “Wow! You don't look a day over 25!”

To Be Continued. . .

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PostPosted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 1:45 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Life is bare
Gloom and misery everywhere
Stormy weather
Just can't get my poor old self together
I'm weary all the time, the time
So weary all of the time

"Stormy Weather" as sung by Ella Fitzgerald
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With the storm still raging, Simone gave her thanks and a quick goodbye to Christoph before leaping nimbly from the comfort of his car. Racing swiftly up to another elegant porch she nearly lost her footing on the hard wood porch, but managed to leap to the welcome mat with a thud.

In her pocket that coin continued to radiate, even through the box Celeste had insisted she store it in. It was a bit unnerving really. However, she hoped to have an answer eventually. If Amelia couldn't help, Simone still have a few others she could consult with.

Fishing the keys out of her jeans, she let herself into the house. Amelia had told her to do that when she had called a short time earlier. While Simone did some work for the lady, she also considered her a friend as well.

To Simone the lovely blond was elegance personified. She reminded the fae of delicate porcelain perfection with stunning features. Her eyes were a perfect blue, like the sky on a crystal clear morning. Amelia was also a lady, in every aspect of the word. Her manner and demeanor an echo of a distant past, when sitting rooms held the scent of fresh flowers and visitors left calling cards on entryway tables.

“Amelia?” Her voice carried through the polished setting. Pausing to lock the door behind her, Simone peered into the gently lit salon and made her way in that direction, drawn by the sultry blues of an old song. A shadow seemed to be moving gracefully with the slow mournful melody sung by Ella. A smile tugged faintly upon Simone's lips as she paused near the archway, listening to “Stormy Weather” coming from an antique Victrola.

Across the darkened room, as the power here was also apparently absent, stood the lady Simone sought. Silently swaying in front of a large picture window. Amelia was watching natures display. Light streaking in multi-colors through the dense clouds above. The colors casting the momentary glow across a gray palate.

To Be Continue...

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PostPosted: Tue Apr 04, 2017 5:17 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Monsters stuck in your head
We are, we are, we are
Monsters under your bed
We are, we are
We are monsters oh, oh
We are, we are, we are monsters oh

Ah ah oh ah ah - one misstep, you're mine
And you better stay clever if you wanna survive
Once you cross the line
You'll be wishing you would listen when you meet your demise
Ah ah ah oh

Your heart hits like a drum, oh, oh oh
The hunt has just begun, oh, oh, oh

"Monsters" by Ruelle
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“It is my belief that the weather here is much like the very city herself. Sometimes violent and vicious, with the winds lashing about and the very sky roaring with rage. Then, comes the lulls with gentle patterns. The soft scent follows; That of damp earth alit with diamond droplets scattered across the foliage. Then, that perfect moment of total silence once it all settles for a brief respite as if taking a deep, long breath. Some mornings you can see the remnants of its spent fury painted like bloody streaks upon the horizon. It’s just a brief glimpse before the sun eats it away in its brightness.” Her voice was soft, like velvet as she spoke. Tones cultured yet that drawl that was ever-present with the history of this city, floated against Simone’s ever sensitive ears.

For Simi, Amelia had always seemed a rather poetic soul. From her ever-elegant façade to the slow, languid movements and her manner of speaking, she was the very essence of her heritage. She also believed that was one of the many reasons Liss, Simon’s sister had been drawn towards working for the lady in question.

“You are in a very whimsical and fanciful frame of mind I see, but I do agree.” Simone replied, while shaking out her damp jacket and sent a quick smile towards the dim silhouette drifting closer. “Our home is certainly unique and we would have it no other way.”

“All too true, Mon Petite. So, what is it you are needing my help with?” Light flickered, sparking shadows all around them, before they finally decided to remain on, for now anyway. None could be called bright, but they spread a warmth throughout the room that was welcoming and soothing upon the senses.

Her coat found a hook near the door before she turned, and held the box out to Amelia. “Can you take a look at this? Celeste had a friend she trusts, one into unique antiquity and history, check it out also, and he believes it to be something of a “vampiric” nature.”

Those words seemed to draw Amelia closer, her features having taken on a most inquisitive expression. Taking the box from Simone’s hand she opened it carefully. Crystal blue eyes glittering faintly in the softly lit glow as she inspected the curious coin. One delicate brow rose after a few moments before those penetrating eyes rose. “How did you come to have this Simone?”

“Well. . .“ Simone launched into the tale of her earlier troubles and before too long was sitting on an antique settee with some cold tea in hand. True southern ice tea at that. Perfectly chilled and sweet as only a state on the south side of the Mason/Dixson line could make.

“I agree that this is dangerous.” Amelia said as she stood near the fireplace. The warm glow there aiding in her review of the coin. “I sense it was likely crafted by a very powerful being, but who it was created for is far more a concern.” Glancing up while brushing an errant curl of silky gold back from a too-pale cheek. “This was made for a hunter and I suspect it allows them to travel by the energy it radiates.”

“Travel?” Putting her glass down on the coaster nearby, so the condensation from the ice didn’t cause harm to the deep waxed shine of the pecan wood coffee table. Rising Simone stepped over to take another look. “What do you mean?”

“I have only read about such items. It is said that some groups and organizations use coins, rings, pendants and the like to allow their personal hunters to travel realms and distances instantly. These conclaves, if I recall from my research, are both pro and con regarding a variety of creatures from Vampires, weres, demons and some even hinted at angels.”

She paused, with just a slight canting of her head, obviously recalling information from memory in a fashion Simone rather envied. "This item may require a trigger, most of them do, such as a word or circumstance to activate.” Amelia stated, while a cautious finger moved to touch the cold gleaming surface.

Simone had suspected her prey earlier might be a possible Hunter, even if he didn't act like a crazy. For a start, the man she had fought with hadn't seemed to be a vampire obsessed lunatic or an ultra-religious sort with delusions (real and or imagined). Those having been all she had faced prior to this night. Amelia's words now chilled her. She had a few clients that over the years she had become fond of them. What some might call "monsters" she called friend and the idea that any or all could be exposed and threatened, didn't sit well with the fae.

“How can you be sure?” Without even thinking, Simone reached out to remove Amelia’s hand from the potentially deadly trinket and the moment their skin touched, the both blinked out of sight. The clattering sound of the box that had held that dangerous coin landed and bounced upon the floor and then... silence.

An hour later, it would be Simone’s sister, Liss, who would enter the eerily silent house. In no time at all she realized something was very wrong and the search began.

To Be Continued...

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