The New Orleans Vampire Clan

SYLVAIN

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"New Orleans?" I repeated after raising my eyes away from the letter Ravenna, my confidant and only friend, dropped on the table.

We were seated in a dimly lit room, which was also my office and meeting room.

Ravenna, who had long, straight black hair, snow-white skin, and lips redder than blood, placed her palms on the table from across the other chair where she sat. She wore a black tight dress that emphasized her curves and reached her knees.

"Yes, Lord Darius has a deal to seal with the resident werewolf Alpha there," Ravenna spoke in a silvery tone before smirking. "Come on, Sylvain. It's been a while since we went home. I miss New Orleans and we can't ignore Lord Darius's orders now, can we?"

I sighed, resting my back on the chair I sat on.

For decades I and Ravenna had been exploring the world, keeping our distance away from New Orleans and the clan. Most resident vampires of the New Orleans clan made it a habit to move from town to town or city to city once eve