𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗜𝗥, 𝒌𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏

Chapter four

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Fenrir was rummaging through the refrigerator, looking for something to eat other than blood bags and cereal. He slammed the fridge and sighed when he didn't find anything. "I'm going out!" He shouted.

"No one cares!" Rebekah shouted from up stairs.

"You'll care if I burn this city down!" The god put on his jacket and left the plantation. He zoomed to Rousseau, for a sandwich or something.

He sat at an empty booth in the dimly-lit restaurant/bar. "What can I get you today, sir?" The waiter asked.

"I'll have two hamburgers, with tomatoes, onions, pickles and a side of fries with a glass of water." Fenrir ordered.

"Okay, sir. I'll be back with your order momentarily." The waiter finished writing on his notepad and left.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the big bad wolf." Diego taunted the god and laughed with his vampire friends.

"I knew today was too good to be true." Fenrir sighed. "Look you leaches. I just want to eat my lunch in peace and if you continue to bother me I'll make sure you all die before the day ends." He glared at the vampires.

"Even, I'm not stupid enough to cause a scene in the middle of a restaurant." Diego dared the wold to make a move.

"I frankly couldn't give a shit about the people in this restaurant." He shrugged tapping his fingers on the table. "Now go away and bother someone else." He shooed the vampires away like dogs.

"You don't–"

"And here's your order, sir." The waiter placed Fenrir's food on his table. "If you need anything else please ask."

"Thank you." The god waved off the human. "You can go." He told the vampires not even sparring them a glance.

"This isn't over." Diego huffed.

"Sure it isn't." Fenrir spoke sarcastically while chewing on one of his fries as he watched the vampires go. "Fuckin' mosquitoes."

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"Tonight's the annual Dauphine Street Music Festival." Davina says striking up a conversation with Fenrir.

"And that is...?" The god questioned.

Davina puts down the grimore Fenrir gave her. "It's a festival New Orleans celebrates every year for musicians of all kind." She said smile.

"And why are you smiling so big?" He asked.

"Marcel said I could finally get out of this small room and finally get some fresh air." The teen witch spoke dreamily about finally leaving her small room.

"You let that parasite tell you what you can and cannot do?" Fenrir asked. "Your a really powerful witch and your gonna let a vampire tell you that you can't go outside." He scoffed.

"Hey wolfman. Don't talk badly about Marcel too much, he's a good man." Davina defended the vampire. "And don't try to change the subject."

"Damn." The wolf sighed. "Fine. I'll go with you, but I can't promise I'll be there the entire time."

"Yes! Now I get to have two friends with me." Davina smiled as she went back to her grimore to practice her magic.

"Ugh.... Who's this other person going?" The god threw his head back and sighed.

"I don't know but Marcel says she's nice." The witch shrugged. Fenrir hummed in response. "Just meet us at Rousseau's." She told the man.