The Vampire Prince Visits Lousiana

Ripples traveled fast and far within the shadowy underbelly of the world. Whispers spoken until they reached the ears of the undead royalty. An ancient vampire by the name of Osiris, though he had used many mortal names within his years. Things that people could refer to him as instead of the title that likely would have drawn more confused eyes, Adam worked under this ancient immortal, occasionally being sent out to perform difficult tasks for him and looking into issues within the community.  Not the eldest by many measures but he was considered the most trusted of that ancient patron of their kind. Some even going as far as considering him a god, Adam just being the emissary of the powerful force.  New Orleans became the place he was supposed to be going to. Mardi Gras central in the state and a place of degenerates and history all wrapped in one.

He had been here a few times within his life and the times were an interesting delve within french or creole identities.  He had to wonder if they still had those beignets that people were so obsessed about with the white powder and dough. The scent of alcohol struck his senses hard, raucous screaming and people going about their lives without the idea that a predator walked among them. Maybe that was something that he enjoyed, the anonymous sensation that came with looking enough like them.  Soon enough he slipped into a small cafe, ordering a hot cup of coffee and letting it sit under his nose while the warmth wafted through his nostrils. Despite his lack of interest within this black swill, something about the smell of warm, coffee beans strainee through water caused his pleasure centers to fire off.

His ears caught the sound of those muttering around him, undead and mortal alike. Some were speaking their pointless words but they also spoke something. A soft undercurrent of awe mixed with a fearful worry. Someone was walking through the crowd, singular enough to draw the attention of his kind and even from here he could feel that sensation. Something dangerous prying away at his survival instincts. Pinpricks within his brain, but he didn’t move anywhere instead sipping at the scalding coffee which tasted like bitter water laced with a pinch of ash. Whipping a phone from his pocket he stood, leaving the mostly unfinished cup sitting where it was and approached one of the clear glass windows, watching where a few eyes had turned towards a small shape. Dark enough, though he could see the paling of vampirism within them.

The call he was making was to Osiris. His ancient patron. ”Looks like i’ve found who you heard about.”

There was a brief sound before he spoke. ”Are you sure? If it who I thought it was?” The question came.

”No, too young looking and male from what I can tell. Feels a little androgynous so can’t make certain.” He explained, dark ringed eyes narrowing as they followed the shape of the small being. ”what do you suggest I do?”

”Approach but try not to cause any conflicts with them. I would rather not see you be harmed.” Was he smiling at that tinge of worry? It had been decades since they began working and fondness only grew overtime.

”I understand. I’ll make sure not to do anything stupid.” Pressing the red hang up he stepped into the cool night, scanning over the world around him before sliding with steps next to the slighter undead. ”You draw much attention to yourself but I don’t think i’ve seen you around before.”

Adam knew what it was like to be looked down upon by those ancient mavericks. Dull, empty eyes considering an incest rather than a fellow immortal. No, they were no fellows within eternity but he was an annoyance. Something that he knew those younger ones around him would feel the same judgment without having to hear anymore. ”America,” He managed, looking to those that eyed him as if he were some kind of brave man approaching a raging bull. Would they lashout at him and rip limbs from sockets? It was very possible though he didn’t react in a way that suggested he was waiting for it.

All that he knew was that despite not knowing this person he could feel the danger posed. Strength of ages long gone and danger that he did not want to cross should the option be there for him. He opened his mouth to speak but that was when the mental responses came. Lost within the ocean of fear around whim was an outrage, something that railed against this self proclaimed god in the flesh of child. Accusations of falsehood and that they served a true goddess, one that would cast him down from his pedestal.  Without thinking he stepped back from the ancient vampire, eyes looking around him as if searching for the people egging this man on.

What name was spoke among them was the name Isis and he felt a sudden strange feeling within him.