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Rose stood under the water, letting the steam and burning hot water ease her tension. Ever since coming back home, she had been nothing but stressed. The saddest part being that they had not even been home a full twenty-four hours yet. When had her siblings become so intolerable? Oh right, when they were born. A soft sigh escaped her pale lips as she ran her hands over her face. It didn’t matter anyway, she was going to win the French Quarter back anyway. Maybe there was still some happiness to have in this city.

A few moments later, Rose stood in front of her mirror in nothing but black lace underwear and a strapless push-up bra. Several black dresses littered her king-sized bed and she currently held one in front of her body, pulling the fabric around her stomach to gage if it was worth even trying on.  “A million black dresses and not a single one to wear.” She mumbled herself throwing the dress onto the bed with the rest. She went back into her closet and pulled out a short black dress that hat lace over the shoulders and down the back. 

About that time, Benji came rushing into her room and smiled at him in the mirror, not at all worried about the fact that she was practically naked. After all, it wasn’t the first time he had seen her in such a manner. She held her current dress to her body and turned from side to side until his comment registered and she turned around sharply, a scrawl on her face. “Did you look around the house? Maybe they are down stairs finishing their drinks.” She suggested, even though she knew they were going to be at the party. Cursing under her breath, Rose stepped into the dress she had in her hand and pulled it over her hips. 

“Before you go, can you sip this for me, Benji?” She asked just as he was about to slip out the door. If her other siblings decided to go to that party tonight, Benji was not the only one they were going to have to deal with. Rose gathered her still-wet hair and began to arrange it into a fashionable messy bun that she held together with a clip Beji had gotten her centuries ago when they used to rule this town.  “I’m ready.” She told time as she turned around. Her eyes were set with a fierce determination as she walked past him. Rose grabbed her heels and slipped them on as she walked down the stairs. “Let’s see if we can find our siblings before they reach the party.” 


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Charles glanced at the men by the front door nervously. All they had to do was glance back and they would see the witch missing from the counter and come looking for her. This witch was not making it easy. For a split second he entertained the idea of leaving her behind, but if he did she would surely die. Damn woman. He half sigh, half growled at her question. “Now is not the time to ask. Those men out there are going to kill-…“ The bell to the shop rang and he glanced up quickly only to breathe a sigh of relief. It was just humans. The little witch moved to go greet her customers, and Charles’ hand just barely missed grabbing her arm to keep her from going. “Damn it” he mumbled aloud while running his fingers through his hair.

A moment later the two girls left, but still Charles was shifting from one foot to the next, ready to leave quickly. Only they were interrupted again. This time the fired from earlier came back. He gave her a weak smile and waved a little in introduction. “Can we go now?” He asked in a strained voice. This new witch shouldn’t be in danger. Or at least he hoped. His eyes shifted back to his witch. “I am not buying you dinner, you little-…” She was heading into the shop before he could finish. If she walked out the front door, those mutts would get her for sure. Great. 

The two men watched the witch past by them, gave each other a grin then started to follow her. Meanwhile. Charles charged through the shop after her, managing to grab the first werewolf by the back of his collar and bash his head into the concert before he could fight back. However, the second one tacked him before he could straighten. The two large men rolled into the street exchanging punches and trying to get the upper hand. Charles managed to get his feet under the other guy’s stomach and kicked him off and through the glass of the little witch shop. 

Charles stood up and checked on both of his men. Both were unconscious but alive. He glanced up at Camille and shrugged at the damage he caused. “She should not have gone through the front door. These are two of the pack’s best men.” He explained then took off down the street after the bloody witch. His hands were bloody when he put them on the bar beside the witch. “I am not buying you dinner. You just had to walk out the damn front door? I owe you nothing, not even a story. Don’t go back to your shop for a while, they will be looking for you.” He nodded at her and dragged his hands off the counter leaving streaks of blood. “A beer please.” He called to the bar tender.