Disclaimer: Facilier is NOT mine (it's sad, really).

Furthermore, this is a first person Facilier POV which I wrote from the fanfic-er L.O.A.D.'s story "Eudora". I suggest you go read that first before reading this. (:

(Start of Story)

My eyes were closed as I breathed in the warm Bayou air. Pullin' that girl out of the water was no easy feat.

She went into a fit of coughing as she got up, her shadow hiding the sun from my sodden body, the soft breeze seeming colder as it swept past me.

I could feel her gaze raking over me, and I suppressed a smirk. The fear was emanating from her frail body.

The Shadowman. The man who stole innocent souls and brought skeletons out of their eternal rest to dance at night.

The hushed whispers, the sidelong glances, shrinking back as I walked past. I was all too used to it.

I felt a cold metal edge against my throat.

So she was about to kill her saviour. Interesting.

I didn't stir, waiting for her to make her move.

The blade that was steady before now began to tremble. A grin stretched across my lips as I lazily opened an eye.

"Go ahead cherie. No one will blame you," I said, amused at the fear in her eyes. She swallowed nervously, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Put the knife away. We both know y'all can't do it," I said evenly, and the last of the determination in her trickled away as she sighed in defeat and pocketed the knife.

I sat up and took in the sight of her. She looked shocked as she took in the violet color of my eyes, just another thing of many about my offbeat look that attracted people to me.

"What's your name darling?" I asked silkily, and she shuddered. She gave me a onceover again as I waited patiently for her to answer.

"Eudora," she said, taking a shaky breath before doing so.

I gave her a light smile as I got to my feet. "Eudora, huh?" I said as I made my hat and cane materialize into my hands and my coat at my feet, making her blink in surprise.

I slipped on the coat and put the hat over the mass of thick black hair I inherited from my momma.

"A tip of the hat from Dr. Facilier," I said, tipping my hat to Eudora who gave me a small smile.

"Doctor of what, may I ask?"

"Oh, this and that," I said vaguely, pulling out a card from inside my coat. "Here's my card," I said, handing it to her.

She frowned, looking up at me. "You're a witch doctor," she said, a hint of accusation in her voice.

"I prefer conjurer," I said, shrugging.

"Eudora!" someone called. She turned around in the direction of the voice.

Great thing about voodoo: teleporting makes it hell of a lot faster to hide.

I chuckled quietly from behind the tree as she turned around to introduce me to her friend, only to see that I had disappeared.

Confused, she looked down at the card which I had added three extra words to when she wasn't looking: The French Quarter.

"Are you alright?" asked James, taking in the sight of Eudora's damp clothes.

The French Quarter, eh? She thought, as she nodded, finally looking up from the card.

"Let's go," she said, and with that she turned on her heel and left with James following after her.

I quietly stepped out from behind the tree, watching her retreating back.

A grin spread slowly across my face.

She'd come.

They always do.

(End of Story)

I know, this isn't all of what she wrote and the ending is slightly altered, but I don't think I would be able to write the rest of it without making it sound awkward and odd.

Anyhoo, reviews are greatly appreciated!

And go check out my story "The Future Meets Dr. Facilier" if you haven't already. (: