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surveillance (NOLAbN)
By: Cherie Date: March 27, 2026, 1:21 pm
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-How did one get around the Nosferatus? Butch had given her the
heads up that she would have to get around them, and that was
not as easy as one might think. Those creepy bastards hid in the
shadows and in every crack and crevice. They knew how to move
through the city so silently. They knew how to listen and to see
with out ever announce their presence. They always made her a
little uneasy, but that was probably the general consensus among
the vampires. The Nosferatus knew things before anyone else did
sometimes years in advance. The way they could tie things
together. It was unsettling.
It would make sense if Butch wanted to know why the Nosferatus
were protecting a human who was not ghouled and not even a
potential prospect of being turned by one of them. She wasn’t to
sure the depth of anything as Butch only told her very little
regarding the situation. Never once did she think to question
him. One day she would, but tonight was recon. He had told her
that the target had a date with Bastian. She never once got the
name of the target, but even if she did it wouldn’t matter. It
was Bastians name she needed.
If she was taking a human out on a date where would she take
them? It didn’t matter, lucky for her when she had told Butch
about Rex’s parties, there were some details she left out. Like
sometimes they threw parties exclusively with human company. Not
to feed from, not to torment or torture. But to become friends
with. These were not humans in high up positions. When one
thought of a vampire being connected the first that came to mind
was being connected to those in power. Anarchs weren’t always
like that. They had made connections that would most wouldn’t
even bother with.
One of her connections was a busboy and a few servers. You
wanted to know who was where the best was those that worked in
the service industry. They were often overlooked, but damn did
they come in handy. Mostly because people spoke so freely in
front of them as if they were invisible that it was easy to
happen to overhear information. Also they never really asked any
questions. They didn’t know why they gave information and it
didn’t matter why. They were always down for the drama of it
all.
Within fifteen minutes of putting out the first call asking
around about anyone with a reservation under Bastian did she get
a call from one of the servers at the Commanders Palace that
there was in fact a reservation under that name there. That was
a bit of a problem. The Commanders Palace was outside of the
Quarter meaning she wouldn’t have the cover of the city. It also
was located right by St. Layfettes cemetery. Which she was
guessing was an easy watch for the Nosferatus. This was going to
be an absolute nightmare. It was a primary residential area and
not a lot of room to watch from across the street since that’s
where the cemetery was located.
Jane held the corner of her phone to her forehead and was trying
to think of the best way to do this. What she wanted to do was
see the interaction between Bastian and this thief. That was
actually important because it would set the stage. Bastian
wasn’t known for being kind to humans, so why he would take one
out on a date? To an actual restaurant. None of this was making
sense to her, but it didn’t have too. She was asked to tail the
thief, which seemed like a bad use of her time to her. It made
her wonder what the fuck did her father step in? If she could
talk to him, she might tell him that sometimes are best just
left alone. Jane knew better then talking any sense into the
man. He had his mind made up and that was that.
The best thing she could do was to stand around the corner in
the shadows and just listen. She knew what Bastian sounded like
and while she might not be able to see into the place, she could
happen to pass by when they were walking out as long as she
timed it right. Nobody would question her walking across the
street. Jane was practically invisible to most vampires, it
wasn’t because of anything special, it was because she had no
clout, no power, her name wasn’t known. She was just an Anarch.
There was absolutely nothing special about her, for now. But she
like every vampire had aspirations. But if you asked her? She
enjoyed being nothing. It was so much more freeing and she
didn’t have to worry about navigating all the vampiric politics
that bored her endlessly. She of course worked within the laws,
or always appeared to be. Just, it seemed so boring.
She had waited there, hidden away keeping her eyes out for the
Nosferatus as a just in case, but chances are she wouldn’t even
be able to see one of them. Jane kept across the street by the
wall of the cemetery that lined the road. She kept her eye open
for anyone coming out of the place. Finally, she caught a break.
She could hear Bastians voice or what she thought was his voice.
Looking around the corner she watched the scene carefully and
observing it. Bastian was always very stoic. It was a joke that
his face was just made out of stone and if he cracked even a
hint of a smile it might just crumble. He was also feared, maybe
not by Butch but Butch also had the ego of a freight train, in
her opinion and she would want nothing less. To Jane though who
hasn’t even been a vampire for 100 years, was a little
intimidated by the man. He had a terrifying reputation. He was
cold and cruel. Which made this even more curious, to her so no
Butch got her involved in some soap opera and she couldn’t turn
away from it.
Bastian who always looked so serious with a prominent brown and
a jaw line. He had brown hair with blue eyes that almost looked
silver in certain lights. The man was creepy in her opinion, he
was good looking and she could see an appeal to him. It was the
fact she knew too much of what he was capable of to make her
want to get any closer then she already was to him. He was a
force and the problem was he barely had any reason to limit his
use of force. Bastian almost had free reign in the city to kill
who he liked or who the Prince wanted him to kill with little to
no repercussions or consequences.
She watched as he walked out with the younger woman. She had
dirty blond hair and a slightly cherub type features. Her
features weren’t sharp but soft. Jane took note of how she was
dressed. It was a large sequined white dress with spaghetti
straps that hit at her upper thigh. Almost a little to risqué
for the place, but she knew the staff wouldn’t say anything to
Bastian.
Keeping her eyes for any Nosferatus she started to walk down the
street slowly. She did stop at one point to light a cigarette
and make it look like she was sending a text while she stepped
the side by the wall. She kept them in her peripheral vision.
What surprised her was that Bastian had his hand on the thief’s
back when he was escorting her out. For a moment, he looked so
normal. A large SUV pulled up but didn’t block her view as she
was standing a little ways away from the entrance.
Bastian was smiling and seemed to be having a good time. That
was probably the weirdest thing in all of this. His smile
seemed…nice. It was so off putting that it almost made her want
to take a picture of it and send it to Butch and to anyone else
she knew to tell them that the man could smile. He was even
laughing even if she couldn’t hear was being said between the
two.
The pair had moved and were standing facing each other, the
woman in heels giving her a little more height, she was taller
then Jane. The two were holding hands while facing each other
and it appeared to be they were saying good night. Janes face
screwed up as she watched Bastian go in for what might be a
kiss, but the woman in a fun and expert fashion used one of his
hands and did a pirouette while smiling and laughing.-
“Jesus.” -Jane said to herself. It was quiet literally watching
a nature documentary where she swore she was about to watch a
lion devour a gazelle. That’s exactly what this looked like. She
watched the woman gave Bastian a wave while she seemed to just
dance down the street, there were a few people on the street but
not many as this wasn’t the most busy place since there was not
much near by. Bastian stood watching where the woman went. Jane
knew the woman was her target but for some reason watching his
reaction was far more fascinating. He had his hands on his
pockets with his expensive jacket blowing in the slight breeze.
The smile was still on his face. Jane couldn’t tell if this was
part of a hunt or if he actually liked the girl. Either way,
that girl was in more danger then she realized.
It was then she noticed movement in the darkness where the woman
went. A Nosferatu. They really did keep close tabs on her. Now
she was understanding Butch’s concern. Her eyes flicked back to
Bastian as she watched him get into back of the SUV and the
driver hoping back into the drivers seat and they pulled away.
She knew she was supposed to keep a distance but Butch also told
her to get close. She moved from her spot and pretended like she
was on the phone getting the right directions of where she was
supposed to go. She didn’t a big show of it, just as if someone
was lost and laughing about it. She moved to see if she could
tail the woman. The Nosferatu was probably already with her, but
that didn’t mean she let her guard down.-
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