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꧁𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚꧂
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GRACE MARSHALL HAD GOTTEN A RATHER LONG TEXT FROM HER SISTER HAYLEY JUST A FEW DAYS AGO. For the most part, she understood what Hayley was trying to tell her but a lot of it she didn't. Grace wasn't new to the supernatural world since Hayley had been a werewolf for years but she had never met a vampire in her life. And apparently, an original vampire, which was supposed to be the biggest and worst of them all, which Grace couldn't care less about, had gotten her sister pregnant. Now, Grace had read her fair share, she knew some things about them, like the fact that they can't procreate. Hayley hadn't really gone into much detail since she said it'd be much easier to explain in person.
All she said in the text was, she had found out she was pregnant with an original's baby, she was staying with said originals, there was a witch named Sophie who was linked to her, and that the place was crawling with vampires so she should be careful. And that she needed her. Grace only cared about the last part of the next. If Hayley needed her, then she would come. No matter what. She didn't care if it was a dangerous situation, she would protect her sister.
Walking down the streets of New Orleans, she glanced back at the car she had rented from the airport. It was easier than getting a taxi because she didn't know exactly where she was going. Hayley had been very vague in her texts, only telling her which city she was in. "This bitch didn't even give me an address." Grace mutters as she stares down at her phone. She had texted Hayley, asking where she was staying but hadn't gotten a response. "Oh, now you ignore me?" She asks as she notices the read indication underneath the text. Grace looks around, noticing a sign that says Rousseau's. She squints her eyes before walking inside. Maybe someone would be able to tell her where Hayley was.
Grace walks over to the bar, and sees a blonde woman with her back turned against her. "Excuse me?" Grace asks, stopping next to the bar. The woman turns around and Grace can't help but admire her. She let a small smirk form as she ran her eyes down the girl. Grace has been with her fair share of women, they were just more elite than men. Plus, any man who tried to flirt with her just did a very unsuccessful job.
"Can I help you?" Camille asks kindly as she smiles at the woman. Grace places her hands on the bar as she sits down on one of the stools.
"I'm looking for Hayley Marshall, do you know her?" Grace asks curiously but just as Camille goes to say something, another voice interrupts her.
"And why are you looking for Hayley, love?" Grace turned her head to see a man standing next to her, a subtle smirk on his lips but she could tell that he was trying to figure her out.
