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The wrought iron gates eerily welcomed me as I passed through to the large open-ceiling foyer.

Precariously hung strobe lights turned the tiled ground into an automatic dance floor as bodies writhed to the heavy bass music. Plants still hung from eaves, swaying to the music. Half the people there intoxicated or well on their way to being so, their now over-exposed bodies raising their glasses to toast the stars above. A large family crest carved on the side of the brick walls, a large letter M framed by lions and other things I couldn't make out between the bodies that were making out.

"The little girl decided to show," a pale skinned, fair-haired vampire walks up to me; he teasingly elbows Diego who comes up beside him.

Diego ignores his friend and takes my hand, "You made it."

I smile back at Diego, "That I did."


"Going to another one of your Midnight Massacres?" Klaus chuckles knowingly. He was able to hear the ignorant humans dancing and doing else what in the shadowy corners of the house as he fastened his watch; making a mental note to give the house a good cleaning once it was his again. He'd been staying here -in his own home- as a guest of Marcel since the hotel Marcel though he resided in was so far away.

Marcel's dark skin makes his smiles even brighter, his eyes alight with the thought of fresh blood, "You know it," he says, quickly downing the bourbon in his hands, "Why don't you join us tonight."

Klaus hands move to his hips, "It's not my kind of fun, mate. Rounding them up like cattle, slaughter them when you please, taking away the hunt."

Marcel lets out a dry laugh, "Duly noted but, with New Orléans being such a successful city. Bloody tourists running down the streets screaming "Nosferatu" isn't good for business. Besides," he continues, his voice hardening, "I insist."

"Of course, if you insist," Klaus mockingly mutters the last part, trying not to roll his eyes at Marcel's attempt at intimidation.


I spent most of the time on the dance floor, moving from stranger to stranger, vampire to human, song to song in some sort of delicious trance before I stumbled back into Diego's arms.

Laughing, I rest my head on his shoulder before pulling him deeper into the crowd and wrapping my hands around his neck.

"The energy in this place is amazing," I say, slightly buzzed by a mystical force -which likely came from a purple drink someone had given me- and swaying around him.

He turns me around until my back is against his front, hands around my hips in an unshakable embrace and he leans to whisper in my ear, pointing to my left, "And it gets even better."

I follow his gaze and see two humans and a vampire hovering near the entrance. The vamp was cute, dark hair slicked back, scowling as he look straight into my eyes...

"Shark fins," I breathe out. I knew those eyes, and that all too familiar scowl.

"You're friends here to join us?" Diego asks, arms still around my hips.

I somehow manage to wrestle away from him, "Give me a moment," I call back to Diego as I push through the throngs of people, trying to reach my friends before they stepped further into this pit of vipers.

"Let them stay," Diego calls to me, "the fun's about to begin..."

They stand out like sore thumbs, still beside the iron gates, not aware of the danger these vampires were. Bumping through the crowd, I manage to get closer.

shit, shit, shit, shit, shit I think as I stop in front of them to cut off the view of a vamp who was staring too intently at Jenna's jugular, "What are you guys doing here?" I shout over the pumping bass, shaking up the blood in my veins.

"I can't believe you didn't tell us about this," Jenna says, already swaying to the music.

"You know what, we should go, it's getting late,"

Why did I decide it was a good idea to bring them here, I should have just came myself.

I grab Jenna's arm and pull her toward the entrance, "Let's go." She's sends her weight forward, towards the crowd of sweaty bodies and pale skin so I can't pull gher out of the Abattoir.

I look frantically up at Karmine who's silently frowning at the number of vampires in this place.

"Get her out of here," I whisper pleadingly.

From his eyes I can see my face reflected back at me; eyes frantic pupils dilated, eyes wide and, mouth pulled into a tight line.

He doesn't wait for an explanation and grabs Jenna by her side, physically lifting her off the ground.

I look down at my watch: 11: 57.

The vampire who was with Diego -Thierry- comes up behind Karmine, smiling, "You need to register with Marcel, vampire."

With a quick twist, snapped Karmine's frantically screams and backs away from Karmine's crumpled form.

11:58

I see more vampire advancing towards us, no longer afraid to hide their bloodthirsty faces. Eyes filled with black and dark veins underneath their eyes showing yet, most people don't seem to notice as they continue to dance. One of the vampires comes close and curls a hand around Jenna's neck, fangs out and elongated. She tires to struggles but her flailing arms are useless against a vampire's strength.

"LET HER GO!," I shout at the vampire. An invisible force punches him in the stomach and he's knocked down, making a s-crack sound. He stays down.

The rest of the vampires -those crowded around me- looked at me strangely. A breeze ruffles my hair.

11:59

One of them -the one closest to me smiles, "Don't you know, werewolves die in the Quarter?"

12:00

The bell strikes midnight and the ring echo in the background, behind the music still pumping from the speakers.

Unwittingly, I'd let my guard down and all the vampire could smell what I was.

Their hands grabbed me and I closed my eyes, preparing for the pain; hoping Jenna and Kate had run away somewhere safe, that Karmine wouldn't be harmed when he woke up.

It didn't come.

Instead...

all I saw was blue...