Dangerous Creatures

Meeting him

Nevaeh POV

And that's exactly what I did I left with the book in my purse on the passenger seat of my car and drove off in the night.

after a few years and many beautiful towns, I found something in New Orleans.

I was driving along the streets looking for a restaurant and pulled up on bourbon street. I heard all the exitment happens on this street: the bars, the clubs and the parties. Once I found what I was looking for I park right across the street grab my heavy purse from the passenger seat and walk in. the Rousseau's was more or less crowded. Neverless, all eyes were on me as i walked in. There was a moment of silence as the door closed behind me. I look around and my eyes lock with someone briefly and he gives me a little smile but i dont smile back. I ignore him and follow my instinct. I take a seat at the table closest to the door, my back to the wall so I can take in my environment and I do. I scan the room making sure I know where everything is. I even look for a second exit. I'd be prepared if need be. minutes pass and i've analysed everyone. My conclusion: no one Is a threat to me at this moment but still these people give me a feeling of unease. Most were men. the one with a shaved head and dark skin is surrounded by many others drinking and laughing.

The man with the blue eyes who had stared at me was among them he wore a grey cap. I look him over while sipping my drink enjoying the familiar burn slipping down my throat. He's a very handsom man but I learned quickly to stay away from those. It was like he felt me staring because suddenly he was looking at me. blue eyes locked with mine once again. It was an intense brief moment that felt like an eternity. I relax my body and look at the waitress. she's a brunette in her mid 30s. "Welcome to New Orleans," she says handing me the menu. "Thanks," I said with a forced smile and she left.

A few minutes later she she comes back to take my order. Not knowing if any of it is good I just order the house specialty with water. She comes back with my meal in hand and a glass in the other. she puts everything on the table. I look at the drink than at her and say, "i didn't order that." "it's on the house you look like you could use one. I won't say anything if you don't," she says "by the way i'm Jane." "Thanks i'm Navaeh." she smiles at me and just before she leaves I ask her where I can find a hotel. All through out my meal he looks at me. Once I'm finished I grab my purse and toss some money on the table leave without giving him a second glance.

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I woke up along with the sun and it took me a full minute to recognize where I was. A classy hotel, great this would cost me a fortune. But lucky me I learned from the winchesters, well the show anyways about all those credit cards. Filthy rich with no cash in my pockets. I shower and put on a hi-rise skinny jeans that are tight at the waist paired of with combat boots with a black chiffon blouse covered with a green light military jacket. I put my dirty clothes in my travel bag grabed my purse off the bedside floor and my sun glasses off the desk by the door and leave.

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I sit in my car and toss my bag in the back and drive off to the Rousseau's I park the same place I did last night and walk strait to the bar. I take a seat on on of the benches and Jane came to see me right away. "hi," says Jane "morning," i said to her as I drop my purse on the benches to my right "so what Will it be," she asked. "umm, just some fries with coffee," I answered. Just as I finished ordering someone sat on the free bench to my left. "Make that two coffees," a man said. 'damn that voice' I thought as a shiver went down my spine. I recognized his prescence right away. He was burning holes in the side of my head so i turn around and look at him. He smiles at me running his eyes over my face inspecting it for some reason. "Hi, I'm Thierry." he says extending his hand for me to shake. ' a random guy offering to pay for my breakfast. of course I shake hands with him. I think not, for all I know he could be a killer. but if he is me not shaking it bout trigger his anger so, then again maybe I'm just to paranoid from my travels.' I thought.

So here I am shaking hands with a stranger once again despite my last encounter. "hi," i said locking eyes with him. Letting of his hand wich he had held far too long for my opinion. I quickly break eye contact and I look around for Jane. "I'll take mine to go please," I call out to her grabbing my purse and holding it nervously to my chest. He chuckles and I understand why. My purse is one of those long straps one (that you can adjust to a hand bag) where you can put it across your shoulder vertically so it looks pretty awkward when I was holding it that way. Jane brings me my cup of coffee and the fries in a to-go bag she then hand Thierry his coffee. "Thanks," I tell her opening my purse to pull out my wallet. "No," he says. "This is on me," he says. "I can't, I couldn't possibly," I fumble on my words a little. 'it's not in my nature to accept things from people I don't know.' I sigh and look up at the clock on the wall behind the bar reminding me that I don't have time for this and he didn't look like the he would take no for an answer . I didn't know how long I'd be in New Orleans but I wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. "fine," he smiles at me again and hands over the money to Jane. "thanks for this, I guess." I say to him while hanging my purse back on my shoulder and grabbing my 'breakfast'. "your welcome..." he says expectingly. 'he wants to know my name' I thought. I give him a cluless look and said, " well Thierry is it? I have to go I need to be somewhere and since I don't know where I'm going it's gonna take a while to get there". Disappointment briefly flashes across his face before he quickly composed himself. "Maybe I can show you arround," he says smiling and right at that moment I felt guilty for lying to him. "Fine stranger, you can show me around but they're are some things I'd like to see like Marie leveau's voodoo shop i hear it's somewhere on this street let's not forget the museum." i said. "And by the way, my name is Navaeh." I said to him smiling, shaking my head at this person i don't know the first thing about.