(Just a rambling)
I was drinking a whiskey while I watched my sister and a few other girls stripping in front of men. Including Stefan. She was making sexy moves for him but a few others stared at her. If they made a move, I was ready to kill or at least hurt.
To make it worse they were stripping because they'd lost a game of poker to the men. I heard clicking on a door but ignored it. The waiter though answered the door. Whatever it was annoyed him and he tried to grab it. It landed on my lap and a letter fell from my head. I told the waiter it was my bird. I petted the bird while I read the letter.
It said that Marcel was in New Orleans waiting for Rebekah and that he had killed Mikael. What? I knew this was letter Marcels' because I knew his writing by heart. The curlicues and swirls told me it was his. I fed the bird and sent it on its way.
I went upstage, grabbed her clothes, and redressed her. She complained and squirmed under my firm grasp. I didn't let her go until she was dressed again.
""Niky! What the hell? I was just now having fun."
"Your drunk and we have to go. Stefan go take our things to the truck."
I took her by the hand and led her out. A man stepped up to me. I stopped.
"What?" I snapped.
"Let her go. She doesn't want to leave with you."
"But she wants to leave with you? Come Rebekah." I side stepped him but he got back in my way. A few men cheered. "Do I kill him or will you send him away Rebekah?"
"Leave me alone mister. My man and I have to go." He got out of the way with his mouth gaping. I slammed it shut but no teeth fell out.
I dragged Beky to the truck where Stefan was waiting in the back. I sat her in the passenger seat, buckled her in. I got in the drivers' seat, buckled up and turned on the player. I drove off the city and toward New Orleans while the bird followed by flight. I rolled down a window just in case it wanted a break of flying.
So our next stop would be New Orleans. To my son.
(Just a rambling.)