William 'Billy' Villeneuve was born and raised in a prominent socialite family in the late 1700's of New Orleans. His status stripped from him in a blink of an eye as his family all perished during a plague, and he was left with nothing. He worked...
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Billy attempted to find some sort of solace in his life as he moved about his days and nights. He had a hard time reading the papers, more and more people were going missing or dying. It was a shame. It was desensitizing. All he could do was hope to live another night.
This night was different though as he walked the streets. Bumping past socialites as they turned their noses at him. Horse carriages moved along the streets. It didn't seem different for him, but he was being watched from the darkness. Each street he moved along, the shadow moved between buildings and followed him. The shadow followed the scent of lavender and male musk. There was something about the scent the shadow craved. A longing to be close to it. To taste it.
Billy made it to his home as he went upstairs and relaxed for a moment. He wiped his sweat off from around his neck and put more lavender oil on. The night was a hot one in New Orleans. He had to smell good for his suitors of the night. He checked his makeup and went back downstairs as he turned the gas lantern on, letting the world know he was in business for the night. He turned to head upstairs as he heard three knocks on the door. Billy turned in confusion as he went to the door.
He opened the door as a gentleman with long dark hair stood before him. His clothing was black as night, well-kept and expensive. He was taller than most men, his skin pale in the light, but it was as if his ice blue eyes glowed. Billy felt enamored by the man, almost hypnotized. He studied his face in silence, his face with a beard, which was unusual as most men kept their faces cleanshaven. He had a dimple in his chin, but it was his eyes that kept Billy dazed.
The alluring man broke the silence. "How much coin for your services?" He spoke, his accent was rather unusual for the area. New Orleans being a port city, Billy had heard a lot, but this was something different, he couldn't place it. "Three coins for an hour." Billy stated. The man dug into his pocket as Billy held out his hand. The man's touch was cold as he placed three coins in Billy's hand. Billy assumed he was by the riverfront. He must have come off one of the boats.
He looked at the coins. Not only were they gold, but he had never seen anything like it. He smirked. "Is it enough?" The man asked. "This is way too much. I would feel bad taking all of this." Billy insisted as he tried to give it back. "Then give me all night and we make it even." The man spoke. His voice allured with the deep accent; Billy felt the clutches of the trance again. He was awestruck by the man.
"I really don't feel comfortable taking so much. This is a substantial amount of money." Billy insisted. "You're clothing says you are a socialite, you should be used to this. Please take, I would appreciate the company." The man spoke. Billy sighed as he pocketed the money. "Alright, head up to the second floor. I have to turn the lantern off." Billy insisted as the man stepped inside. Billy noticed the size of the man. He was tall, and rather strong looking beneath his clothing. He did not have the body structure of a man that was a socialite.
Billy heard him walk up the stairs as he turned the lantern off. He closed the door and moved along the stairs. The man stood in the room as he looked around. "Make yourself at home. Do you care for a drink?" Billy asked as the man shook his head. "I do not partake in the drink." He spoke. Billy nodded his head as he grabbed the wine and poured himself a glass. Billy did his best to make small talk.
