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Louis Roth
By: MrV117 Date: July 13, 2012, 11:57 am
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Real Name: Classified
Alias: Louis Roth
Real Age: Classified
Known Age: Mid thirties
Height: Classified
Weight: Classified
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Clan: Unknown
The door of a one bedroom apartment opens up. Standing there is
a man that looks to be in his mid thirties. Barely conscious,
looking like he had one too many bar fights tonight and on
deaths doorstep. He stumbles into the apartment and closes and
locks the door behind him.
Stumbling across the living room of the apartment he sits down
on the couch. He reaches to his side and pulls out a holstered
9MM and sits it down next to him on the couch. The handle of the
gun is covered with blood, his blood. He reaches into his pocket
and pulls out a pack of Camel Crushes. It opens the pack to find
that its his last cigarette and sighs. He puts the last
cigarette to his lips and bites down on the filter releasing the
mentholated liquid that comes inside the cigarette. With his
other hand he digs in his pocket and finds his lighter. Luckily
the man has just enough energy to light what seems like his last
cigarette. Once its lit he takes a long drag of the cigarette
and blows the smoke through his nose and begins to think to
himself.
" The people that I work for are the type of people that want to
keep things that go bump in the night out of the public eye. I
mean think about it. I how would mom and dad feel to come home
and find the babysitter draining their child of blood. Or some
fae bringing a painting of a purple lion to life. My proper
job title is "operative". Long story short I go out into the
field and get information. I am damn good at it too. What can I
say I have my methods.
Its a good job. The pay is nice. They even offer benefits. Paid
vacation time. Hell even my coworkers aren't half bad. Yes there
were days in which I really did not feel like coming in, but
what job doesn't have that. Everything was fine. Then I along
with eight other people took on this assignment sometime ago.
Our boss set us down and explained what the assignment was
about. She wanted the nine of us to go deep undercover into the
vampire world. One of the other people in the room asked why
vampires? I was just as confused as he was. As far as I know the
people I work for and vampires are not hostile towards one
another. In fact they keep themselves in check with this thing
called " the Masquerade". Her reason behind this assignment was
recon. She said that there was a lot of vampire activity in New
Orleans. More so then normal. She said she wanted us to get
embraced and work within the vampire community to find out what,
if anything is going on. Our new identities and backgrounds have
already been set up. She walks over to each of us and gives us
each folder. Inside the folder are such things like, new
passport, drivers license, social security card, and everything
else needed start a new life. Once the packets of info were
handed out she said there was no estimated time on how long will
be undercover. She said we would be pulled out when the time was
right. With that said the meeting was over and we all parted
ways.
I got back to my apartment and started to go over my new life.
My new name was Louis Roth. I sighed and laughed at how
ridiculous the name was. My cover story was that I worked
private security. Being a bodyguard to rich and famous.
Afterwards I worked as a private security consultant. Then
finally at the age of 37 I retired. I guess private security
pays well. My reason for being in New Orleans is to take in the
sights and things of that nature. Over the next six months the
nine of us would be flying into New Orleans. Reason being so
that no one would have any idea that the nine of us know one
another. Guess whose flight was number one.
I arrived in New Orleans the next day. The people I worked for
set me up with a nice one bedroom apartment in The Garden
District. I took out a fresh pack of Camel Crushes and lit one
up. I figured my best bet would to be check out all the popular
hangouts and just go from there.
Later that night I went to a local night club. Over the speakers
is what sounded like two transformers having sex or what people
call dubstep. I walked around the club and took a sit at the bar
next to this one female. I knew this female was not a vampire
because just by looking at her if she wasn't at some night club
then she was in a tanning bed.
We started making small talk. She told me she was with a few
friends and asked me if I wanted to join them. I didn't see why
not so I did. I joined her and her friends. It was a mixture of
guys and girls. None of them gave off that "hey I am a vampire
vibe". One of them asked me what my line of work was. I told
them they whole I worked in security and now I am retired story.
The night went one pretty uneventful. One shot turned into many
shots. I only remembered bits and pieces of what happen that
night. I remember there was pancakes. Then I remember waking up
in a hotel room. Never seen the place before. The place was
trashed. It looked like Motley Crue spent the night here.
There was beer bottles, vodka bottles, and damn near every other
type of alcoholic drink. There was even a line of cocaine on the
nightstand. All that was missing were the whores.
I got up from the floor of the hotel room still having on the
clothes I had on from last night when I went to that club. I
pulled out my cell phone to see what time was. My eyes widen
when I say it was 8pm the next night. Next thing that happen to
me was that I was thirsty and hungry all at the same time. But I
wasn't hungry for food or water. I could not place my finger on
it. All I knew is what ever it is I wanted it and that I would
kill for it.
Out of no where there was a knock on the door. I looked around
trying to figure out what to do between now when that door
opened. "The cocaine" I thought to myself. I rushed over and
threw what was left of in the trash along with some other stuff
to cover it up.
There was a another knock again and the door slowly opened. It
was housekeeping. The woman wheeled her cart of cleaning
supplies in and the door closed behind her. She looked at me and
then looked at the destroyed hotel room and then back me. She
started yelling at me in Spanish. I didn't know what she was
saying. I tired to clam her down and then it hit me.
Everything happened so fast it was like a blur. One minute I am
trying to clam down the very upset housekeeper and next thing
you know it I have her pinned to the wall with my hand covering
her mouth, her neck titled to the side and my fangs in her neck.
I had never done anything like this before, but at the same time
it all came so naturally. It was like riding a bike. I didn't
know what happen, but when I got done drinking this housekeepers
blood she was dead. All I was thinking was that this night went
from bad to **** in a moments notice.
"Think, think, think" I said to myself. I knew I could not stay
here much longer. I knew I couldn't go out the door. Chances are
there are security cameras out in the hallway. I looked outside
the window to see what floor I was on. At lest one thing went
right for me. I was on the second floor and there was an open
dumpster outside with some trash in it that could break my fall.
I opened the window to look around to see if anyone was outside.
Lucky for me it seems like this is behind the hotel. I jumped
into the dumpster and quickly made my way down an alley way. I
remember I walked out on to Bourbon Street. I knew if anyone was
following me I would be able to lose them here because the
streets were packed.
After awhile I finally made it back to my apartment. First thing
I did was check my bank statement. If the room was changed to my
card it would only be a matter of time before the police come
knocking on my door. No hotel room charges were on my statement.
Which meant either it was paid for by someone else or by cash.
I took a shower to clear my head and sat down in the living
room and retraced my steps. I took out my phone and look around
in it. Maybe there was a call I made or missed call, a text or
something. There was nothing new. I sat there just looking down
at the floor trying to get an idea, a memory, or something. Then
something hit me. Who the hell classes for housekeeping at 8PM
at night? Maybe someone was trying to set me up.
Then something else hit me. "Oh ****" I said to myself. I
remembered the assignment. Go undercover in the vampire world,
get embraced and get information. Well I had did the embracing
part, but there is only problem. I am a Caitiff. A Caitiff is
the results of one night stands, infatuations, frenzied Embraces
and outright mistakes. Second class citizens of the vampire
world. I knew had to start trying to piece the night together.
My best bet would be lay low for tonight and start on trying to
figure out what happen last night tomorrow.
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