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**This RP was originally inspired by Nalya HERE. This tagline should have been added a while ago.

The bow string made no noise as the arrow was released. The only evidence that something was a afoot was the solid THWACK of the broad head striking the shoulder blade of the sow hog and finding it was clean through. She wouldn't run far and the meal would be good tonight. These animals were all over the place in the Bayou, and they made several tasty meals when you had the good fortune to bag one.

Walking over to his arrow a smile broke his face. Bright red blood covered the shaft of the carbon arrow, meant a heart/lung hit. He would wait just a bit longer as to not spook the animal and have it run further from him than it needed to.

As he sat there, he thought. He thought of the last 8 years, how the storm had came when he was 9. He thought about how he had just now turned 17, and lived so long without momma and daddy. He thought of all the things that he had taught himself about living out here in the Bayou. He thought about momma and daddy, and the night the storm came.

Yeah that was a bad place to be. His mind just kinda ended up there allot, he couldn't help it. He missed them allot and ever August 23rd he would go back to the old home place and place a couple swamp lilies on the old hearth. That was all that was left of the house that he grew up in. He could remember sitting next to that hearth and listening to momma go on and on about the old ways. She always told him...

"You got to be with nature, if you aint, she gonna eat you up" the think Cajun accent was hers alone.

He always thought she was talking about the spiders, snakes and gators that lived all around them. But that wasn't the case. She was talking about all of the Mother. She was all around you, and if you weren't with her, boy you believe me, she was definitely not with you.

If you took care of the Mother, she was gonna do good by you. But if you started cuttin' down the trees and dredgin' out the river and messin' up the way of things, Imma tell you hear and now, she gonna get mad at you. Momma said that the people of New Orleans went and made Mother real good and mad. So in order to set things right, Mother just started to cry. She cried loud and hard for 7 days straight.

Daddy had set it for him to go stay at his uncles house in North Carolina. He had watched on the T.V. all them crazy fools standin' out there in Mothers tears. They kept sayin' that this was the worst that we would ever see. Called the storm Katrina, but I knew better, that gals name is Mother.

Anyway when he came back all he found was the house, momma, and daddy had been taken by Mother. Allot of people thought I should be sad and cry about this kinda thing. Mother had them now, cause she takes care of those that take care of her. Oh there weren't many people that had anything to do with mother out here, Daddy was after all part Chitimacha. Daddies grandmaw had been Chitimacha and his grandpaw was a white man. You get a funny look on things when one believes in GOD and the other believes in MOTHER.

Now Mamma was some other kind of people. She was American, that was for sure, but she was a white woman with her own way of lookin' at Mother.

They were both the same to him. He called it Mother but when you boiled it all down heaven was heaven and that was that.

Standing he looked to the ground and found the steady flow of blood that had escaped his quarry. He would eat good for the next little while, long as he could keep the gators and the coyotes from getting to it.
 
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The breeze blew in from the gulf and sent the smell of salt air through the streets. There were just some things that didn't change when you were in the great city of New Orleans. The people were nice, the food was good and the air smelled wonderful. Even considering that most of the old city was all that still stood, oh, alot of it had been rebuilt. However, it was still the same.

The Shadow Men and the White Witches would always be here. Even if segregation had come along many, many, years ago you would still have several different groups here. No the lines between black and white were not the only differences that were maintained here in this city. With an ethnic background that included multiple cultures and several sub cultures within those, you just kinda got used to it. Make no mistake, there were clear lines, however there were people that could go between groups and exist anywhere.

All of the things that had seemed to go right for the city in the last several years after the storm were very right. The things that didn't seem to be getting much talk anymore were the homes that were still wrecked on the fringes. Sure the city looked good downtown, but you start getting out of the middle of the city and you started to see where the government had forgotten people. And that is exactly where all of this was happening.

You see there were allot of people still in these outskirts that were very unhappy with what was going on. They were nearing the riotous point, and only needed a small push in order to get there.

"We have to demand, that all of this..." he gestured about him pointing out the neighborhood park that was still in shambles, "...Be fixed!" The man was well dressed for the area. Khaki slacks and a ironed and pressed shirt marked him of some affluence.

"We have to walk to the federal building downtown and show them how many people are still without home's! How many children still do not have safe place's to play!" Oh his voice was sweet, the cadence of his speech was perfect and he had everyone in the present vicinity leaning into every word that he allowed to drip from the honey spike of a tongue that he used.

The 100 or so people that were gathered around listening to him turned and started marching directly towards mid town, the federal building. The talk between them had ranged anywhere from peaceful demonstration to all out marshal law of the people once they arrived.

He stood and watched. The grin that broke his face was sinister, the group that he had bee speaking to had eaten up every single word. They were ready to get something done. They were ready to stop being ignored and make sure someone turned an eye there way. All the fancy building downtown had gotten their insurance money, but it seemed to all dry up once you got out this way.

Gabriel could only laugh inside at his handy work. This would be exactly the distraction that his partners had asked for.
 
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Sometimes all it took to start a wild fire was a spark. In this case the spark had been nothing more than a man in a suburban park talking truth. The wild fire that ensued was one that the New Orleans PD would not be able to do much with.

With mobile devices being common place by the time the march was nearing the federal building the 100 had grown to nearly 3,000. And in that fire the center was HOT. These people wanted answers and they were gonna have them. Standing at the foot of the steps, the only thing keeping them from storming the halls were three dozen law enforcement officers standing there by the time they arrived.

Meanwhile the action all took place on the other side of the city. The Confederate Memorial Hall Museum was an unlikely to suspect any trouble. Although with all of the police force responding to the "riot" at the Federal Building they wouldn't get here in time.

Just a few papers rustled to make any notice of something coming through the door. If one was paying attention the hazy shifting air that moved to quickly would mark obfuscation. Although many of these mortals wouldn't understand it even you showed them while explaining it to them.

Before the security guards even realized that the alarm had sounded she was gone. It would take the museum staff several days to finally realize that the only item missing from the whole of the museum was an Confederate Cavalry Sabre, not important until one realized the "ruby" that was adorning the hilt of the weapon was one of 3 known blood stones in the world....

As she stepped back out into the street and released the ancient vampire magic all of the attention in the Museum had turned to finding the reason for the alarm.

Emma Canonge was after all the greatest cat burglar in the world. Or at least that was the effect she was going for!
 
The office building was not as grand as some of the others in the city, hoever the green glass did seem to sparkle brilliantly in the afternoon sunlight.
That glass was no ordinary glass hoever. It was UV retardant in its finest form. This building was a work home to some of the most brilliant business men in all of New Orleans. It was also home to the most ruthless and cutthroat tycoons alont the gulf.

"Of course I have it..." The spoke with a level of irritation in his voice, he was unaccustomed to being questioned in this way. "Its sitting right in front of me"

After a few moments of listening on the other side of the phone a look of surprise came over his pale face. The words coming from the other end of the phone call were alarming or greatly satisfying, Emma could not tell. She thought of amplifying her hearing and eavesdropping but that would mean certain death. Douglas Ferree was an aquisition agent for many different powerful people in the world, he was also a cold blooded killer, even by the standards of her kind.

Her eyes lazily floated to the blood stone sitting on the mans desk. To most it would seem to only be a ruby, but to those attuned to blood magic the draw and pull of the stone would be great.

Cooooonssssssssuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmeeeeeee Meeeeeeeeeeee!

The stone seemed to be calling for her. Wanted her to take it and let it become part of her. She could not, the power that lies within the stone was far to great for her to control. Created by the Antideluvians it was much more that just a life tap for vampires, it was a source of powerful blood magic.

The sound of the phone being slammed back on the reciever took her out of the trance. The milky smooth voice of the stone receded from her mind and left her staring at Douglas.

"Not what you wanted to hear?" She seemed to almost purr to him.

"Quite the opposite Emma, your success here has garnered great favor with him, we are to be rewarded soon." His voice was harsh yet smooth, a cold mixture of calculative force mixed with a smothering of patience. "You may leave now."

"What is the rewa...." He mouth snapped shut!

"YOU, may leave now..." His eyes said the rest. She was no longer needed and would be summoned once their was one again need of her.
 
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Several years may of past but the pain was still fresh in her heart. Sitting in her home it still was only a shell of what it was once. Tears filled her eyes at the memory of her parents being swept away with the rising waters......Damn you Katrina!


Much of the destruction has long been repaired, but that depended on what part of New Orleans you ventured into. Here where the poor folk lived it's still as if it was just yesterday. The folk around here blame Katrina for the mysterious disappearances of the locals. Some say it was due to all the death that drew them back from beyond the grave, some say they never left but were just called back by the Witch Doctors to due their bidding. Who knows, and truly who cares as long as they stayed away from her.

Bit by bit she tried to make her house liveable, she only had to think of it as roughing it, much like camping really. Her neighbors were kind enough to allow her to use a line from their generator so that she could plug in a small refrigerator which was all she really needed. It was only her so there was no need to store a lot of food.

The sun was setting on another day so she got her self up and prepared for night fall. The old woman that lived down the road had given her some home made candles, at least she could read to keep her self entertained for a bit.

As if on que here came Dozer, he seemed to know just when to come to keep her company. He was pure Pit, a blue nosed grey power house that was as big as shit. He was just what she needed to make her feel safe throughout the long lonely nights. He came right over to her and sat at her feet, and with a loving hand she patted the top of his head. "Your such a good boy Dozer, I'll be fixing your treat in just a few."
 
Hunter by trade. Survivalist by necessity. Loner by force. Darren stood atop a half ruined warehouse. He could hear the shuffling of feet and the occasional cough or murmur from the homeless community inside. Over the years he had traveled the country, as well as a good portion of the world, plying his trade wherever he went. It amazed him how much people would pay to have their lives be rid of things they didn't understand. Ironically, Darren was unlike most hunters. Not only did he know and accept the existence of things most humans would write off as a nightmare, but he had no problem with them. He knew several vampires, werewolves, and mages. He'd even run across the occasional wraith and changeling. None of them truly seemed to bother him. But when his job called for it, he also had no problem with eliminating them. Right now, however, he was simply scouting around.

New Orleans had been a pretty common place for him to visit since the storm hit. Even beforehand he'd never understood why people would choose to live in a bowl, below sea level, surrounded on three sides by water. Since the hurricane, he was even more amazed at such a choice. Still, people would make the choices that they would make. More often than not, those choices would be stupid, and the results of stupid choices were often what kept him employed.

One of the many trinkets Darren had flashed in response to the stone. It alerted him to the presence of some unnatural power. He sighed and retrieved another tool to accompany it. It would tell him the direction and distance. As he began to piece the two items together he stopped for a moment as movement in one of the few lighted windows a short distance away caught his eye.

He watched as Dozer approached the woman, then finished putting his tools together, though he didn't yet inspect the results they would provide. He was curious about someone who would still choose to live in this area. Thus, he observed.
 
As the tank on the old Toyota pick up filled Amos glanced around. He was in a less favored part of the city and even a young swamp rat was out of place here. The homeless were scattered and the "Ladies of the night..." were about as well.

"How about a go cutie..."

Amos responded with a shake of his head and nothing more.

"Your loss then..."

And there were those two skinny fellas working that big'n over real good in that alley. Two on one didnt seem fair, but that big fella should have been holdin' on better than that. It struck him then that the speed of those two ol' boys was real fast. Stepping from behind the pick up he touched the small of his back to make sure the USP40 was there, he didnt need to it was just habit at this point.

"LET THAT FELLA BE...IM CALLIN THE LAW!" He yelled down the alley way while holding his old flip phone, not even service on it but they would all call 911.

The two skinny fellas stopped briefly and turned at the same time. Their faces were grossly white, showing like lanterns to Amos's eyes even from 50 yards away. That was just not right. Amos had seen those people around before that played at being Vampires so he thought nothing of it.

The big fella took the opportunity to bolt and was gone very quickly. Realizing that the beg fella was gone they looked at each other and started to walk away. After about 10 steps they were gone, not far enough to have walked out of sight...they were just gone like they became shadows and disapperead.

"Im seing things...this city crap aint for me...!" With that Amos stepped back to his pick up to finish filling the tank.
 
Dozer seem'd preoccupied with something going on down the road but Nalya didn't notice. It was unusual for there to be much activity in this area except for the usual drug dealers or some curious sight see'r. Doing what she had promised Dozer she threw together some leftovers she had brought home from work along with some stale bread she had still laying around. She mixed it up in a bowl for her faithful companion.

"Here ya go my love. I hope you enjoy it."

She laughed as she lay the bowl on the ground and thats when she finally noticed that Dozer was not in the least interested in his treat. Nope, instead he stood and walked over to the edge of the wooden floor where I wall once stood.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up and she could hear a low throaty growl escaped from him. Confused as to what he could be sensing she walked over to him and laid her left hand on his back as if trying to sooth his nervousness.

"What is it boy?"

Darkness was filling the sky so she strained to see if anything, or anyone was lurking about but of course she could see nothing. Crouching down beside him she thought perhaps if she was on his level she could get a better view of what was grabbing his attention but still she saw nothing.
 
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"Careless, Darren. Too careless." Darren reprimanded himself for allowing the canine to spot him. He was generally much more cautious. Even at the distance he was from Nalya and her companion, he should have been more aware of how easily he could be detected. If that dog had been a target, Darren would likely be dead right now.

Deciding that keeping the woman and canine in the dark wasn't really the best course of action. True, they may shrug it off and go about their business. But as far as he was concerned, once spotted, it was best to come out in the open rather than continue trying to hide. He stowed the trinket in a hidden pouch and carefully descended from the half run down building and into the open street.

He kept his eyes on Nalya and Dozer as he moved closer to them, though still paid very close attention to what was going on around him. He'd made a huge mistake once. Doing it twice would be beyond foolish. As he neared even more, he raised a hand in greeting and began to offer his explaination while still maintaining enough distance to let the canine know he wasn't trying to threaten it's territory.

"I'm very sorry if I startled you. I was doing some daydreaming and..." Then he felt it. Mistake number two was even larger than what he thought was mistake number one. It hadn't been him Dozer was snarling at. The two attackers who'd been working over their human target a short distance away appeared a few yards behind Darren. He turned his head and sighed as he saw them in his peripheral vision. The image of the pair faded in and out, the sign of someone who was obfuscated. Darren knew regular humans wouldn't be able to see them, and mentally thanked the werewolf who'd given him the necklace he currently wore that helped negate vampiric abilities.

Darren drew two semi-automatic handguns as he turned and faced the two who approached him. Each of the weapons had a line going down the sides that flashed a silver light. Ignoring the look of surprise on their faces, and not bothering to take notice if Nalya could see them or not, Darren smirked as he glared at the two. "Something I can do for you, leeches?"
 
Amos let the nozzle of the fuel pump rest on the machine. Tightneing the gas cap he looked into the back of the pickup to make sure everything was there still and started to climb into the cab.

"Something......leeches..."

He made out voices in that alley way. But closed the door of the pickup and started the engine. Putting it in gear and pulling off he was able to look down the alley and saw those same two fellas. There was another one with them now, he had the draw on them also. Were those laser pistols the guy had....

With the window down he spoke in a loud voice, "I thought I told you two I would call the law..."
 
She still didn't see what had gotten Dozer's attention but she did hear voices. Dozer took a few steps and jumped down on the ground but made sure not to stray to far from Nalya. A chill crept over her and she stepped backwards while reaching her right hand out to grab the baseball bat that was leaning up against a partial wall that was still remaining. Taking it into her hand she walked over to the edge of the floor where Dozer still stood.


"HEY! If someones out there you better be on your way. My dog hasn't eaten in a few days and he's awfully hungry so I'd be shufflin off if you know whats good for you!"

Nalya raised the bat and let it rest on her shoulder all the while still trying to see who may be out there. She waited a few seconds before calling out again.

"Did you hear me?!"

Stepping down off the floor and onto the ground next to Dozer she took hold of his collar with her free hand. She swallowed hard and then proceeded out into the darkness.
 
Prying eyes watched from across the road but made sure to keep herself well hidden. Her main interest had been the young woman who continued to live in the house that Katrina destroyed. Only a strong soul could deal with the obstacles that would present themselves day after day in living conditions such as this. She would work out well indeed.

Curious as to why that one paticular person may also have a interest in her she continued to watch and to her surprise two more figures appeared behind him.



"Hmmm, who would think so much activity would occur in this run down section of New Orleans."
 
The two vampires curled up their lips and started to move toward Darren. That is, until they heard Amos yell at them, and Nalya shout from inside the house. Realizing they were outnumbered wouldn't have typically been something that concerned a pair of vampires. But, realizing they were spotted by the man they were following while they were obfuscated broke their concentration long enough for the veil to be lifted from them. At that point, they were apparently visible to the man who'd shouted at them earlier...and the woman and her dog inside the house would be able to see them, too. They looked at the guns that were pointing at them, and it wasn't difficult to put two and two together. The older of the two snarled a warning. "We'll be back for you, hunter." And then, they ran off to the direction opposite of Amos, and disappeared down an alleyway.

Darren re-holstered his pistols and moved to the side so Nalya would be able to see him more easily. He raised his hands to head level and spoke calmly. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to startle you. I was down the road a ways and saw your dog here started at something. I thought it was me so I was coming to apologize for scarin' ya. Come to find out I think it was those two jokers who just scampered off. Sorry 'bout that."
 
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Amos wasn't sure what was going on but he thought he should at least see if everthing was ok. Parking the pickup on the side of the street he left it running and got out, walking towards the man and the woman and the dog.

"Ya'll ok down here..." he spoke as he neared them, "Saw those two fella's smackin' another fella around over here a few minutes ago." That bayou draw may be hard for some to understand.

He made sure to make eye contact with the lady first, and then the man. His right hand extended towards Darren.

"Names Amos..."
 
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to startle you. I was down the road a ways and saw your dog here started at something. I thought it was me so I was coming to apologize for scarin' ya. Come to find out I think it was those two jokers who just scampered off. Sorry 'bout that."


"Don't come any closer!"

Nalya's grip tightened around the handle of the bat and her other hand released Dozer's collar.

I don't know who you are or who those other two were or wanted here but I advise you to not take another step.

There was no trusting anyone these days, especially here where time seem'd to stand still.

"I appreciate your running those two off but you got to admit that your appearing out of the blue at this time of the evening isn't exactly kosher."

Just then Nalya heard a car door slam and out of the corner of her eye saw someone approaching.




"Ya'll ok down here..."

What the hell she thought as she tried to keep one on the stranger and the other on this other guy that just pulled up.


"Saw those two fella's smackin' another fella around over here a few minutes ago."


The voice seem'd familiar though she didn't know the guy personally she did recognize him from the area. She watched as he came closer and extended his hand to the man still standing a few feet away.

Dozer began wagging his tail as the man called Amos came closer. Nalya knew Dozer was a good judge of character and would never let anyone approach if he didn't know them.

"Seems Dozer knows you Amos, and I do believe I've seen you around these parts. Stepping over toward Amos Nalya still kept a firm grip on the baseball bat but felt a tad bit more relaxed knowing that Amos came along when he did and that Dozer obviously knew him.
 
Darren stayed right where he was. He wouldn't blame the woman for an instant if she started running after him, swinging the bat. He was quite a bit relieved to see that Dozer didn't choose to leap after him with teeth bared when his collar was released.

The hunter slowly moved one of his hand to meet with Amos'. He kept the other one raised at his head. "Darren. Thanks for the backup there, Amos. Those guys didn't seem to be too concerned with me. I guess the thought of the cops chasin' after 'em changed their minds." He knew it was a lie. Chances were good the vampires had some fair amount of control over the police force in this area. They'd left because they knew he was a hunter. Nevertheless, it was better to keep up pretenses for now.

There was even more relief when he saw that the man was welcomed by Nalya more easily than himself. He mentally chastized himself for being so utterly careless.
 
Now that was a handshake. You didnt get many like that these days, most of them were like wagging fresh fish around in your hand, Amos offered a bit more squeeze for this fella'. He noticed the callouses also, workin' man, you could usually trust this sort of folks. He also noted that the man was not from around here.

"They didnt seem the type to give the law much 'count. Im guessing its that glowing hardware yer packin', never seen them in the gun rags or the shops either..." He let the sentence trail off and turned his eyes to the woman, digging a piece of beef jerky out of his pocket. He always had some of that in his pocket for his dog this piece was for Dozer.

"You done good dog, you done good..." offering it to the animal gently. You had to be assertive with dogs and let them know you meant no nonsense, there like kids they just do what you let them do.

"I stop for fuel over there..." He pointed lazily towards the gas station, "...ever now and then, seen him in the yard a couple times."

He smiled warmly to her. She was local, he could just tell, and from the looks of it she was one of those having a hard time getting her insurance money. It was a shame that them big ol' companies liked to keep folks down on thier luck like that.
 
Seeing that the two goons got frightened and ran off this mystery woman slinked back into the woods and vanished into the growing darkness. Who would think that this area would be so busy. Most you would ever see around here was the occasional drug dealer or sight see'r still fascinated with the destruction caused by Katrina. She still was interested in the girl, oh no that hadn't changed, she would just have to be patient.
 
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Reaching back down to grab Dozer's collar once again she listened as the stranger apologized.


"Think nothing of it Sir, I guess if they were up to no good it was a good thing you were here. But," she paused for a second as she took another look at the man letting her eyes scan over him from head to toe. "What are you doing in this neck of the woods?"

Amos offered Dozer a treat which of course he took all to happily.

"Dozer," she shifted her eyes from the stranger down to the salivating Dozer. "Your gona get fat Sweetums."

Amos was a kind hearted soul, ever since Katrina hit he'd been down on his luck pretty much like every one else in the area. Only difference was he took it in stride and never seem'd to act angry or let on that he was struggling as well. He also took it upon himself to make sure the locals in the area got any help they needed especially with refixin their homes,.....Amos was handy like that. Some even joke and call him Mayor Amos due to his makin sure all he came across was offered a sturdy handshake and a promise on how our community would recover.


"Thanks Amos for stopping, seems lots of strangers can't keep themselves away from here lately."

With that said she stepped back further into the shell of a room all the while keeping a hold on Dozers collar.
 
Darren turned his head back for just a moment when the mystery woman moved. What was that? Had something actually been there? It was difficult to say. As had been previously observed, there was an unusually high level of activity in this area right now.

Turning back to Nalya to answer her question, he motioned to the direction the two small vampires had gone. "Actually it's clowns like those that bring me here. Them and some other people like 'em are in...well kind of a gang. There's a few different gangs around. Sometimes they keep to themselves; sometimes they cause trouble. Cops aren't equipped to deal with 'em. So when they choose to cause trouble, me and a few guys I'm associated with keep 'em in line."

It was about the best he could do as far as an explaination. How does a professional hunter explain that he seeks out jobs that call on him to kill creatures that most people think are myth? For now, that would just have to do.
 
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