I will start writing the next book in a month. I need some time to build the story but it will take place in New Orleans and California and it's going to be a lot darker.
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Bayou, New Orleans
A voodoo witch's eyes shot open. She looked across of her at the scruffy man wearing a leather jacket.
"He's coming home---" The witch smiled. "The Sundance Kid is coming back home. And he's bringing the vampire brother and their little toy."
The man clenched his jaw. He snarled. "I heard he's a young pup now. Fucking--- mister law and order. The fucking hero of New Orleans---- Him and The Death Ramps locked my brothers up behind bars. As if that little shit never moved narcotics around."
The man scratched at his beard. "And that fucking half witch vampire whore burned down half the Bayou." He clenched his jaw remembering Marie setting the village on fire and killing his friends and witches, including Darla.
"She's gone."
The man scoffed. "Does it matter?? She only came here because of him and that lovesick brother of his----" He moved up from his chair and turned to walk out the door. He stopped looking to his side speaking to the witch without turning.
"We'll work with you. I'll make sure you keep the cure hidden from them."
The witch smiled. "And I'll help you."
The man turned around laughing. His silver tooth shone against the flickering lights of the candles in the room.
"Oh sweetheart----We won't need it."
He walked over slowly and leaned down placing his palms against the table.
"We're gonna kill the Sundance Kid and his blood sucking brother." He smiled. "And that toy of theirs? ----She'll be the bait."
He turned around straightening his leather jacket. The witch glanced over the logo on the back as he walked away.
BRMC
The Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, bandits of New Orleans. He walked out the door and headed up to his motorcycle. The engine revved loudly. Hundreds of the BRMC gang members lined up the street revving their engine. Loud music played from a radio on a bike next to him.
Runnin' through the backwood bay
I can still hear my old hound dog barkin'
He smirked mumbling to himself. "Welcome home----Sundance Kid."
Chasin' down a hoodoo there
Chasin' down a hoodoo there
He revved his engine howling at the moon. The bikers around him howled with him, their eyes flashing a shade of yellow.
The bright moon lit the dark skies as the werewolf gang rode out into the night.
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
-----To be continued.
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A Face Made For Daylight
FanfictionThis is part one of two books (book two is ongoing on my account). I use music in chapters like in film scenes. The story is mature and the smut does get graphic as the story progresses. I'm a history buff and I love writing comedy skits, so ther...
