So this chapter was totally lizzyclaire's idea and I give all credit to her and her amazing Louisiana kingcake information!

Kingcake is like a bread bowl that a Mardi Gras firework exploded in.

Please do check out her writing. I've read/commented most of them and it's pretty impressive. If you have any ideas for chapters feel free to tell me, because it helps me avoid writer's block!

Guest Appearances: True Blood.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ILLIANA NEEDS KINGCAKE!" the blond witch's scream deafened/awoke Keller and Galen.

It had been about a week since the team had defeated the dragon and Illiana was growing restless, being coped up in the safe house. Keller found Nissa and Winnie trying to calm her down.

"NOOOO! Kingcake!" she wailed like a dying snail.

But when she found Keller leaning against the doorframe, she dropped her voice to a whisper and stared with soft innocent tear-soaked violet eyes.

" Keller, oh Keller, please! I'm craving Kingcake! This is torture! You don't know how it feels." she cried and bit her pillow in half with surprising strength. Feathers flew around them in swirls.

"Well, what am I suppose to do?" Keller told her.

"You could maybe…I don't know…go to New Orleans and buy me some?" she said slowly and gave an awkward laugh.

"You expect me to run my ass all the way to Louisiana, just to get you some cake that Nissa and Winnie could probably make?" the shapeshifter questioned, though behind Illiana, Nissa and Winnie where making oh-hell-no-we-are-not-doing-that signals.

"Yes! Please! Please!" she begged and crawled towards Keller's legs. Keller, who was afraid her friend would lose it and end up blue-fire bon-firing the safe house, tried to shake her off.

But then Illiana began hyperventilating. "Kingcake…Kingcake….Kingcake…" she gasped before passing out. Even in her sleep she was whispering the words, "Kingcake…Kingcake…"

Keller sighed and Galen rested his chin against her shoulder. "I guess you're going to New Orleans?" Keller growled at him before shifting and leaping out the window.

In under an hour Keller had crossed river, climbed mountains, leaped off buildings, skipped down the Yellow Brick Road in classic sparkly red high heels, and made it to New Orleans, Louisiana. She dodged colorful floats and entered a small bakery decorated with purple, green, and gold streamers and a gigantic sign that read: IT'S KINGCAKE TIME IN NEW ORLEANS!

She paid for a large one and the kind, though very strange woman, wrapped it up in a box. As she walked out some random, celebrating, human, skater boy skated his way towards her on his board. Stupid Bieber-lookin' hippie, Keller thought to herself. He skated around her, holding a retro painted boom box in one hand and some of those bead necklaces in the other.

"So you new 'round here?" he asked coolly without waiting for a response.

"My names Jake. So how you likin' Mardi Gras" he said, again without waiting for a reply.

And then skater boy Jake had the nerve to drop a necklace around her neck and wrap an arm around her waist.

"So you got a boyfriend?" he asked.

Keller double slapped him across and ripped the stupid necklace off.

"No, actually I don't have a boyfriend. I have a soulmate!" she snapped at him with attitude. " And I don't even celebrate Mardi Gras!"

Everyone in the crowd, atop the floats, and even the people indoors who had somehow heard her words, gasped.

And then they got angry.

And then they tried to eat her.

Keller suddenly found herself being pelted by colorful beads. She ran at super-speed but somehow the floats managed to follow her, with every intent of running her over. When she tried to head in one direction there was a float blocking her exit, so Keller shifted to her panther form and parkoured off each float and into the air carrying the Kingcake in her mouth.

She fell, she found herself in another town and in a bar, with nothing but humans, a lost witch, a vampire, and two shapeshifters. On of the shifters ran towards Keller and picked her up off the floor.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" he asked in a southern accent.

She bared her teeth at him and replied icily. "Do I look okay?" she winced and grabbed Illiana's stupid cake.

"Okay…well, uh, my name's Sam and this is my brother Tommy." he pointed at the other shifter who was looking her up and down.

"Yeah whatever," she shoved him out of her way, when blond waitress ran excitedly to her.

"Oh my goodness, I know what you are!" she said in the same country voice. "I'm Sookie Stackhouse! You're one of the few shapeshifteh's I've met!"

Keller just stared at the blond bimbo. Then, she shook her head and walked out of the bar. Dang, southern Night People are weird, she thought.

"Illiana, wake up! C'mon Keller has your Kingcake!"

Illiana's eyelids fluttered and she sniffed the air.

"I SMELLZ DA KINGCAKE!" she screamed awake. The girl swallowed the box and cake at the same time.

"Illiana!" they yelled at her.

"You didn't wash your hands!" Winnie shrieked. And then Illiana threw up.

No offense to the people of New Orleans reading this! I actually don't really hate True Blood, but yeah Vampire Diaries is a way better show. Please read lizzyclaire's great uncle's blog if you want more information on Kingcake.