(OOC: cleaning up the post, not sure what happened, but please keep them trimmed and orderly. Thanks, Babs)
(Scarlett MacAleister)
Scarlett caught the positive vibes coming from the one called Luke, but the ¡®were¡¯ was definitely only helping because the human wanted him to. She sensed his distrust and negative attitude. It was understandable. The hatred between vampires and werewolves was legendary.
The redhead took a card from her jacket pocket and handed it to Luke. ¡°Cellphone, text and email are all right there. I appreciate any help you can give.¡±
She looked to Jones, ¡°Thank you for listening.¡±
The girl then placed some money on the bar to cover the wine she¡¯d barely touched, and she turned and left for the door.
She¡¯d had her friend, Snow, open up her Raconteur apartment earlier in the day. She¡¯d miss New Orleans, but she didn¡¯t mind the change of pace here. It had been some time since she¡¯d been in Raconteur longer than a few hours.
No doubt the vampire world in the city had already heard of her return. She wondered how long before she was visited by one of ¡°her kind¡± to warn her about keeping her nose out of vampire affairs. She wasn¡¯t known as the ¡°Exile¡± for no reason.
In the parking lot she mounted up on the bike and headed toward her place.
Tag: Luke
