Now this is in a world where The vampires all lived after the events at the Juke Joint, and everyone who had survived the night made it home after sunrise...

Things changed and people traveled more, including the vampires. Now you were from New Orleans, Cajun territory. A place where Vampires could come if they were peaceful and didn't harm no one, and you were included in that. See, you were a vampire too and one of the stronger ones at that. You lived a bit more near the Bayou and away from most, but people knew you and came to you often. You were a little more than just a vampire... When you were alive you were a voodoo priestess/priest and that was well known. You helped the humans and vampires when they came to you

Today was no different. You did your usual things in your nice home in the Bayou, and at the end of the day you ended up outside on your front porch... You heard him, you always did... He was never as slick as he thought he was.

Remmick and you had much history and that was no secret. He always ended up coming back to you. Always. Your home was a safe place for him... He made his way to your home, walking up calmly to your porch, banjo over his back, hands in his pockets, and some blood from the little incident at the Juke joint he thought you didn't no nothing about. Oh you knew... Word always got around especially to you.

The Irish vampire looked up at you with a sweet and charming smile as he always did when he came back.

"Hey, Darlin'..."