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 It was way past the witching hour as Damon stumbled out of Bronze, on the verge of being plastered. He looked out onto the French Quarter as unknown bodies scurried down the streets. He had only one thought on his mind besides finding himself a place to crash, and that was Elena, he had just arrived back in the Crescent City without Matt or Jeremy, and he knew Elena would have hell to pay over this. He had also wondered where his brother Stefan was at seeing that he hadn’t seen him in quite awhile. He wondered if he started feeding the locals yets, but by the lack of trails of dead bodies on the streets that Stefan had been watching his steps when it came to feeding. Damon wondered down the streets in search of a familiar face, but unfortunately found none. That was until he seen something shuffling in the alley by a bunch of dumpsters.

Deciding to get some fresh air Scott left the hospital to get some fresh air as soon as Taylor had fallen asleep. Knowing that she was tired due to the nurses having sedated her a bit, had let him know that she would be a sleep for a while, and for some reason he had just decided to go for a small walk, something which would help him clear his mind a bit, and try and figure out what they would do once they went back home. Sure she still wasn’t fully recovered, but he found himself wondering how things would be, if they were going to go back to normal or not, but Scott really hoped that they would. It was then, as he turned around the corner in which he bumped into someone and his eyebrows pulled together, words leaving his lips quickly. “I didn’t mean to- I wasn’t looking where I was going." He said, hoping that the other wouldn't snap at them or anything. "I'm sorry."

Katherine had been sitting on a bench, fingertips tapping against the wooden material as her eyes wandered from one side of the street to the other. She was observing the people who were walking by, and she knew someone had been staring at her for a while now, yet she hadn't said anything not yet at least. Her gaze drifted from one person to the next one, finding the people in this town extremely boring. Briefly she wondered if the town itself would become more exciting someday, yet she didn't think that it was. Honestly she assumed that New Orleans would never be more exciting than how it was back in the 30s. It was then in which her head snapped into the direction of the person behind her, the one who she thought had been looking at her the whole time and she tilted her head. "You do realize that it's rude to stare, right?"

Katherines eyes drifted from one place to another as she was leaning against the bar, her eyes taking in absolutely everything that happened inside the bronze. She was there because she found herself needing to kill time. The petrova was bored and she needed to find some entertainment, so that’s exactly why she was there. Briefly she found herself wondering how much she had actually missed while she was gone. She knew some things, but not all. She was aware that Stefan’s humanity was g o n e and she had heard about the weird species which she had oddly never heard about wandering around town, but it wasn’t as if she wasscared of them. Katherine didn’t fear anything, she had died and come back to life a year and a half after that. She had been shoved into hell and tortured, but she had also been crowned as the queen of hell itself. Her gaze suddenly met someone else’s and the brunette couldn’t help but tilt her head to the side as her lips curved into a smirk before she took a sip of her drink. It had been a long time since the demon hadn’t had fun for a while, but she meant realfun. She wasn’t talking about the kind of fun where she ended someone’s life, as enjoyable as it was soemtimes. It was more of a leeting go kind of fun. Slowly she began to make her way towards the stranger, but someone else stopped her from doing that as they slammed into her like that, causing her to spill her drink on them. “What the hell?!” She snapped, her eyes focusing on the now empty glass she was holding, before looking up at the person in front of her. “What are you, blind?!” She asked, her voice giving away that she was clearly pissed off.

Tate was wandering, as per usual. He constantly found himself exploring empty forests and despite the lack of people he still preferred to be invisible when doing so. It was much more convenient. There’s a peace that comes with knowing nobody could see you, and also with knowing you can still see everyone else around you. That was precisely the feeling that Tate felt when he watched somebody else stumble into the trees. They looked lost and somewhat confused.They probably felt threatened by the fact no one else was around but he was sure they would feel more threatened if they knew someone was around, but just someone they couldn’t see. Tate leaned against a tree watching the person look around for another few moments before appearing and making himself known. “You know, it’s not safe out here.” He said calmly, picking at the fabric of the cuff of his cardigan.

Feeling the power in her was hard.Yet Julia was still learning but doing so many tricks made her almost close to her goal."Come on Julia..You did it once, you can do it again"Julia was never Pessimistic.Tending to see the worst aspect of things or believe that the worst will happen to her.Julia was almsot that kind of person when she was little, learning magic by her dad, Learning to mutlipcate other obejects, cast spells, You name it, Julia had done all those things.It was just getting dark and just the perfect timing.Sitting down in a ally but not alone seeing other people there to.Some witches were there also, Chatting and Drinking, Clutching her hands together having the powerful energy trapped inside of her and soon gonna be let out.Some electricy came out, but that was it.'I Should have been homeschooled than go to a gemini school or whatever they call it these days orif there was one.Hearing footsteps coming towards which she stopped immediately."What do you want?"She ask as she stop herself and looked up at the person"Do I know You?"        

    The previous night left him feeling extremely mixed up inside and while all the former events going on had come to an end with the sunrise what he felt in his chest remained long after. Malachai had seemingly regained the ability to siphon magic and normally he would have been in a mood to test this out on a wandering witch in the cemeteries but today something was different. He thought that Luke’s feelings and emotions were a burden but it seemed that whatever spell had plagued the city last night had managed to tap into something much worse: his own. Kai sat on a bench in the middle of the French Quarter closely watching the people that passed by. He was trying to gain perspective on them but so far none of them had been able to help him understand. “Hi!” He called out with a wave of his hand figuring words might speed along this dreadful process “I’m Kai,” gesturing for the person to come over Malachai wore a bright smile. “What’s your name?”