Nights are long in New Orleans. Like. Really, really ridiculously long. Not like it was safe when the sun came up with day walking vampires, werewolves and witches that ran a whole section of the city. It was like Fright Night on speed but however bad days were (bad, just saying), the nights were worse.

Take tonight. Sam wasn’t hunting anything but anything found him anyway and left him covered in blood and bruises. His bruises, the others blood. What got him was that he wasn’t scared of what he fought and killed, if he was honest he was worried about the reaction from the other supernatural creatures in the quarter when they found out a hunter put a monster in the ground. He wasn’t even sure what it was, just that it had fur. A lot of it.

It was over. Sam was dragging himself through the ninth ward with a machete hanging from his hand and yeah he was kinda in no mood and so ignoring whoever or whatever was following him. Quiet and to himself in a sigh, “Crap.”

Take tonight. Sam wasn't hunting anything but anything found him anyway and left him covered in blood and bruises. His bruises, the others blood. What got him was that he wasn't scared of what he fought and killed, if he was honest he was worried about the reaction from the other supernatural creatures in the quarter when they found out a hunter put a monster in the ground. He wasn't even sure what it was, just that it had fur. A lot of it.

It was over. Sam was dragging himself through the ninth ward with a machete hanging from his hand and yeah he was kinda in no mood and so ignoring whoever or whatever was following him. Quiet and to himself in a sigh, "Crap."