One

His father had never been a man of many words, but when they had spoken to one another it was always something important. He knew he was different from the day he could first walk and never once had he felt normal in the slightest. His classmates had started to show fear in him and part of him wanted them to be afraid. There were things he knew, powers he had, that no human should ever have to deal with and he knew he wasn't normal. His classmates did too, but then again nothing was ever really normal in New Orleans. The city itself was filled with drinking, boisterous residents whose laughter resonated throughout the streets til all hours of the night keeping him up at night sometimes, and parties that never seemed to stop. It was certainly the perfect cover up for what his family really was. His father kept him at a safe distance when he got older. He homeschooled him to prevent others from noticing what had been essentially deemed as a disability and kept him inside most of the time, sometimes he let him outside, but very rarely at night. It wasn't until he was older that he understood why.

Now he dreamt that his father was before him past his big old armchair and leaning over the family book that he was forbidden to read until he was old enough. The living room was lit by candles in a pattern that he had yet to learn and the curtains were drawn and closed tight. His father stood and hunched over the text that was hidden in the wall of the house and was muttering something incomprehensible. When he approached his father shot his head towards him, his eyes red as the harvest moon and his words deeper and more urgent than he'd ever heard before.

"They're coming for this town my boy."

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LeSalle Parker shot up in bed, drenched in sweat and shaking slightly. His slightly shaggy black hair was sticky to his forehead (he'd been meaning to get a haircut) and his deep green eyes were shot wide with fear. His night clothes were sticking to him and the blankets had grabbed onto his legs like vines in the jungle. He looked over to find that his partner, Drew Tanner, was still peacefully asleep and muttered silent thanks. He ran a hand through Drew's bed head before getting up out of their bed and the man hardly flinched. LeSalle quickly changed into his favorite dark blue Henley and blue jeans and his black vans and made a beeline for the door to the balcony. He opened it and shut it quickly and quietly so as not to disturb Drew.

"Sarah," he whispered in his thick New Orleans accent into the cool night air, his breath coming out in puffs of steam. He pulled his arms closer to his body, not realizing how chilly it had truly gotten. "You still there?"

"I'm always here for as long as you command me to be." Sarah appeared nearby, floating in the air. She was as white as the moon and as clear as the water to the east in Florida. Most people would be put off by a ghost floating outside of their home, but LeSalle was calm as ever.

"I just wish you could move on," LeSalle replied. "I prefer not to think of your presence here as a command, but rather a request."

"I'd rather be helpful in my afterlife than not." Sarah replied as she sat down or rather floated down onto the banister.

"Watch over Drew again tonight," LeSalle said, it coming off more as a plea than a request this time. "Please, make sure he wakes up ok if I'm not back before then. If anyone comes in except for those you know, scare the hell out of 'em."

"Your wish is my command." Sarah nodded and LeSalle left for downstairs.

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To say LeSalle was paranoid was an understatement. He'd been worried ever since the night his father died about being ambushed and attacked in his new home considering his old one had been burnt to the ground by his family's biggest rivals. When LeSalle had met Drew however many years ago it was to that day he'd gotten far more protective of him than of his own life. He'd enlisted the help of his ghostly friend Sarah to watch over his partner at night when LeSalle couldn't be there along with the rest of the household which consisted of a house maid named Loretta and his other friend Delilah who slept in a room downstairs. So far nothing bad had happened in the entire time the trio had lived in their creaky old home, but LeSalle had also prepared for the worst considering his lineage. And talking to ghosts was only one of his powers among many.

As of the current moment though, he was standing in the kitchen, boiling a pot of water for Ramen noodles.

"Go to bed Loretta," LeSalle said to his oldest and dearest friend. Without even turning around he knew she was there. "It's late."

"I should say the same thing to you," Loretta's smooth voice cut through the darkness and she stepped forward with a candle in her hand. She was of medium height and age and her dark African skin looked beautiful in the candlelight. She sat down at the kitchen table and pulled out the other chair for LeSalle. "I heard the sound of MY stove being used. You insult me by cooking that processed food on it. I could've just as easily made you something."

"It calms me down," LeSalle chuckled and poured the noodles and shrimp sauce into a bowl and sat down across from Loretta to eat. "Not like I can get much sleep nowadays anyway."

"The nightmares again?" Loretta sighed and stood to make herself some tea. The water boiled quickly with some help from LeSalle, who simply looked at the kettle as if daring it to do so. Loretta barely noticed the abnormality of the action and she poured her tea before joining her friend again at the table.

"They've been coming more frequently," LeSalle explained. "It's always my father, telling me that something is coming. I'm not sure what that is, but all I know is that he obviously wants me to stop it."

"Your daddy wouldn't be all that proud by what means you're going to stop it," Loretta replied with another sigh. "You know he hated hunters."

"It's not like Lila and Drew can know what I am," LeSalle defended himself. "It's too risky for them to be thrown into my past life."

"You can't hide your blood forever," Loretta's tone was foreboding, but she was right and LeSalle knew it. "It will catch up to you like a snake waiting in the grass for a mouse. You can't run from it forever."

LeSalle sighed as he finished his midnight meal and the moon shone in through the windows onto him. He could feel that Loretta was right as always and as he bid her a goodnight and walked to the living room of the house to read the reports of monsters in the papers he begun to feel it even more.

A/N: I am almost done with Paul's story so I thought I'd try a new one with new OCs. Sam and Dean will come into this too don't worry. I just had to set it up. In the meantime I hope you enjoy these characters. I worked very hard on them.

A few of my stories are coming to a close (Graceland, Hollywood's Not America, and Once On This Island Supernatural Style) so I thought I'd start a new one cuz you know me I'm impulsive and ready to try new things.

More to come soon!