Secret Succubus- a Damon OC Story

How You Like Me Now?

Enzo followed Damon out to his car getting into the back seat but not before noticing Nyssa was sitting upright with sunglasses in the passenger seat 'Weekend at Bernie's' style.

 "She along for the ride?" he asked.

"Yup, she comes to every now and then before getting so exhausted she just falls asleep again. Safer if I keep her with us otherwise she might convince herself she's fine and then fall asleep going down the stairs or something," Damon explained.

Enzo shrugs before leaning back and pulling out his own set of shades putting them on.

"Well, at least she won't cramp our style," he said to Damon in the rearview mirror.

Damon looks back and agrees slipping on his sunglasses as they peel out into the streets of New Orleans.

The trio's first stop was at another bar the King of New Orleans, Marcel Gerard, was rumored to hang out a lot in.

Leaving Nys in the car again they walked into the bar immediately spotting Marcel at the mic belting out to "how you like me now," by the Heavy.

Damon studied him for a bit before concluding if there had to be a monarchy let it be a cool one, "now that is my kinda King," he said.

Enzo agreed, "certainly seems like an approachable chap."

The two shared a look before removing their glasses moving further into the bar waiting for him to finish the song before approaching.

When Marcel came off stage he went over to his entourage and grabbed a drink.

But he felt the eyes of Enzo and Damon on him shortly and turned around to face them.

"Gentlemen, something I can help you with?" he asked.

Damon steps forward, "certainly hope so, I'm just passing through but was told you're the man to talk to about getting something done in this city."

Marcel looks pleased and a little cocky, "you were told right, what is it you want done?" he asks.

"A party, a big massive, totally unrivaled party unlike this city has ever seen," Damon tells him trying to get the king on his side.

Marcel grinned and looked back at his boys chuckling a bit.

"This city has seen its share of parties believe me, what do you think is going to make yours so special?"

Enzo stood next to Damon and explained, "well it's sort of in my honor, see my mate here left me to burn to death and I ended up being captured and tortured by Augustine psycho docs for over 75 years. And then after finally gaining my freedom, I learned he killed the girl I loved. I figured it's the least he could do."

Marcel looked to Damon for perhaps an explanation so Damon tried to say what he could in his defense.

"Yup, after being cellmates and torture buddies for 5 years I turned off my humanity and did what I had to to get the hell out of there and I didn't know it was his girl when I killed her. Plus he did in turn stake my brother so let's consider this a bygones-themed party. All supernatural welcomed, whatever grievances you've had with someone gets left in the past. This party will mark an official clean slate for all involved, sort of like a supernatural new years."

Marcel thinks for a moment.

"Hm supernatural new years? Huh, I don't hate it and a new tradition of a bygone's ball could be good for keeping tensions in check around here. If you can pull it off, I'll wave the witches ban for one night but if anything goes wrong the two of you won't be leaving my city, at least not alive," he warns.