@KingNewOrleans_ —slipped it into her pocket. Just then, as she looked back up at some noise towards the ceiling and heard canine footsteps, then…a few creaks and everything came crashing down. “Marcel” she exclaimed before the building fell upon them.
@KingNewOrleans_ —killing the youth of the Square.
Rebekah’s boots stepped on leaves and other debris left behind on the floor. She kept sniffing the scent trail. It was a trick. The scent was everywhere. Finding a pack of matches on the floor, she noticed the name of the club downtown and—
@KingNewOrleans_ —snack. Just then, a crocodile popped up and snatched the bird, causing more birds to squawk. Rebekah reached into the water at vamp speed, pulling the crocodile out, snapping its neck and throwing it into the boat. “That’ll make a good purse.”
@KingNewOrleans_ “I never have gotten used to the bayou. I tend to spend my time on land.” Rebekah took a few sniffs of the air and crinkled her nose. “your nose is as good as mine. I smell dog a quarter mile up ahead.”
As they floated down the river, a bird scaled the water searching for a—
@KingNewOrleans_ —teeth? Check. Unless I need White oak stakes, I think I’m ready. But the bayou..” Her nose crinkled with slight dissatisfaction. “It smells of dogs out there. Swamp, mist.” Rebekah cleared her throat and her smile pulled in crookedly. “I suppose we must do what we must.—
@KingNewOrleans_ —boy, and we thought he belonged to the outcasted coven? Here’s another that belongs to the family that i believe are wolves. What in the bloody hell is going on? That must be 6 in the past few weeks!”
@KingNewOrleans_ —these beings were welcome in the Square.
While reading the morning paper, Rebekah noticed that there had been a lot of children missing lately. She showed him the page over their morning coffee, “Darling, do you remember the story the other day, where there was a missing—
@KingNewOrleans_ —heart dripping in Rebekah’s hand, her eyes wide in disbelief. She then folded to the floor, void of life. Rebekah tossed the heart down at her and walked over her, as if she were garbage. Taking a tissue from the bedside table, she wiped—