(Still Konner's POV)
Father had taken me walking in the French Quarter of New Orleans to walk. There were people all over the streets. I noticed as we walked by, some people stared at us. They looked curious, but also nervous. I assumed that was because you don't see a lot of children my age around here and everyone, except the humans, knew my father was an Original; Whatever that meant. He promised me he would tell me more when I got older.
I stared wide-eyed at all the parts of the city. I was always amazed by all the different types of people and culture here. There were witches/warlocks, vampires, werewolves, and humans all over.
One thing that I saw everywhere was jazz music. Jazz was constantly being played. I had to admit it though, I liked it. I guess its because I have grown up here.
My father was apparently watching me and chuckled, "Did you know that my siblings and I built this city centuries ago?"
I turned to him, "Really?" He nodded his head and smiled at me, knowing I was impressed. "That's so cool," I said excitingly.
My father laughed quietly and led me to a small table that sat outside of a restaurant called Rousseau's.
As soon as we sat down, a man appeared next to us. "Hello Elijah," the man spoke to my father and then turned to me and stuck his hand out, "Hello, little man" I was kind of frightened, but I didn't show it; instead, I replied a simple, but polite, "Hi" and shook his hand.
I gasped as I felt a cold and dead presence throughout my body. This man was a vampire.
My father then quickly stood up and cleared his throat, "Marcel, I have been meaning to speak with you." He must've been watching me.
Marcel turned his curious gaze from me to my father, "Alright, but let's talk inside. I'll tell some of my guys to keep an eye out on him."
My father replied, "That would be wise."
Marcel then pulled out his cell phone and went inside the restaurant, waiting for my father to join him. My father then looked at me, "Konner, I have some very important business to discuss with Marcel for a few moments. While I am inside, I want you to stay right here and speak to no one. I will be back very shortly. Understand?"
I nodded my head and smiled, "Ok, father." He quickly kissed the top of my head, and went inside.
I then argued with myself whether or not to walk around or not, but I knew if I did that my father would be angry with me for disobeying him. I then decided to just stay where I was at and wait for my father to finish his conversation.
All of a sudden, a strange woman sat in the chair directly across from me. She had shoulder length blonde hair, and looked like she was middle aged. I got the feeling that I knew her, but I have never seen her before in my life.
"Hello Nathaniel," she greeted me. No one ever called me by my first name, unless I was in trouble.
I began to grow scared, "W-who are you?" I asked the woman.
She smiled and leaned forward and whispered, "My name is Esther."
Is this the same Esther that my family had talked about? My grandmother who had died many, many years ago?
I quickly stood up and ran as fast as I could into the restaurant, searching for my father. When I finally found him, he and Marcel were sitting at a booth in a corner of the restaurant. Immediately, I ran over to him and hugged him, not caring that Marcel was watching.
He stopped talking and whispered worriedly, "Konner, what is the matter?"
I pulled away from the hug and spoke very fast, "Father, a woman came up to me and talked to me. She called me Nathaniel. She knows who I am. She said her name was Esther"
My father opened his eyes very wide, stood up from the table, and glanced at Marcel, "Excuse me Marcel, I have some business to attend to."
Marcel nodded and walked over to the bartender who "Camille" on her name tag. My father then took my hand and we walked towards the front of the restaurant and stopped, now staring out the large window. Father then put one finger up, telling me to be quiet. I realized that he was listening, using his vampire hearing.
When he finished, he ordered, "Let's return home now."
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