In the heart of New Orleans, a problem with the supernatural creatures was growing to a point Leopold had thought of giving up. The other vampires were ruthless and arrogant, while the werewolves were reasonably frightened and wanted to fight back. The witches knew how to take care of themselves from vampires, and Leopold knew they could protect themselves against the threat of becoming slaves to the group of vampires.

Leopold entered the calm and quiet bar, the warm lighting inside making his skin look warm rather than its usual porcelain tone. He walked over to the empty bar counter and sat down in one of the barstools. A soft sigh passes his lips as he stares down at the dark wooden counter.

“Bourbon, please,” the vampire requested to the bartender, not even looking up to see who they were. He was a bit defeated with all the arguments he had, and all the traveling he had to do to talk with the other species.