Chapter 1
London Y2K
Contessa and Sabine, two sisters from The Big Easy, are partying. Little do they know that the new millenium will bring about a whole new life for them....and so our epic begins........Bwa hahahahahah!(Sorry.)
"Sabine, mon frere, where are you?"
Sabine waggled her gold fingerclaw in Contessa's face.
" Touche.........Im not your brother!"
Contessa smiled and clicked her tongue stud against her teeth.
"Ah yes, but I am your sister, no?"
Contessa grinned again and yanked at an errant curl.
The two girls were decked out in their gothic finest, and were ready for a night on the town. A good friend had recommended Sabre's Tavern as a good spot for a good time. The girls were decked out in their gothic finest and were ready to haunt the town.
A Bobby - an english police man- stopped the girls.
"I say, arent you girls a little young to be visiting the darker corners of London?"
Contessa grinned, thanking her lucky stars that her sister had taught her French. "Je c'est ne pas?"
The bobby sighed miserably. "Francais, no?"
Sabine smiled. "Oui oui, misseu." (so I spell it like I pronounce it....get over it.)
The bobby walked off. "Damn French goths............."
Sabine chuckled and waggled her fingers at him. "Au revoir.........."
Contessa grew thoughtful as she walked. They were free spirits...or had been since their mother had passed on. Their mother, Camille, had died young, supposedly of anemia. But with whackjobs in abundance in New Orleans.........you couldnt be too sure. Contessa looked up as her sister stopped at a doorway that cast the distinctive glow of a blacklight.
"Sabre's Tavern. Let's party."
They entered, passing several eerily beautiful people who whispered and stared.
"The princesses......"
There was something about the room, or maybe the entire place that clarified the girls senses and and brought them to a higher level---making everything seem sharper.....more defined. A young man with short brown hair approached the girls.
"Hi, I'm Deacon..........you must be Contessa and Sabine."
Sabine raised an eyebrow, "You know our names?"
Deacon smiled. "We've been waiting for you."
London Y2K
Contessa and Sabine, two sisters from The Big Easy, are partying. Little do they know that the new millenium will bring about a whole new life for them....and so our epic begins........Bwa hahahahahah!(Sorry.)
"Sabine, mon frere, where are you?"
Sabine waggled her gold fingerclaw in Contessa's face.
" Touche.........Im not your brother!"
Contessa smiled and clicked her tongue stud against her teeth.
"Ah yes, but I am your sister, no?"
Contessa grinned again and yanked at an errant curl.
The two girls were decked out in their gothic finest, and were ready for a night on the town. A good friend had recommended Sabre's Tavern as a good spot for a good time. The girls were decked out in their gothic finest and were ready to haunt the town.
A Bobby - an english police man- stopped the girls.
"I say, arent you girls a little young to be visiting the darker corners of London?"
Contessa grinned, thanking her lucky stars that her sister had taught her French. "Je c'est ne pas?"
The bobby sighed miserably. "Francais, no?"
Sabine smiled. "Oui oui, misseu." (so I spell it like I pronounce it....get over it.)
The bobby walked off. "Damn French goths............."
Sabine chuckled and waggled her fingers at him. "Au revoir.........."
Contessa grew thoughtful as she walked. They were free spirits...or had been since their mother had passed on. Their mother, Camille, had died young, supposedly of anemia. But with whackjobs in abundance in New Orleans.........you couldnt be too sure. Contessa looked up as her sister stopped at a doorway that cast the distinctive glow of a blacklight.
"Sabre's Tavern. Let's party."
They entered, passing several eerily beautiful people who whispered and stared.
"The princesses......"
There was something about the room, or maybe the entire place that clarified the girls senses and and brought them to a higher level---making everything seem sharper.....more defined. A young man with short brown hair approached the girls.
"Hi, I'm Deacon..........you must be Contessa and Sabine."
Sabine raised an eyebrow, "You know our names?"
Deacon smiled. "We've been waiting for you."