Voodoo and Vampires (The Blood Witch Saga Book 1) by Theophilus Monroe

Author:Theophilus Monroe [Monroe, Theophilus]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2022-06-30T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

It had been a while since I went to the Tropical Isle's Bayou Club. They had a lot of neon colored drinks. Many people were walking around with a drink in a special cup with the words "Hand Grenade" printed on it. It was bright yellow, the bottom of the cup looked like a grenade with a sinister face on it. Atop the head rose a long neck. I didn't have a clue what was in it. Named after a grenade, though, I imagined it either had a lot of kick, or it was just a cheap marketing gimmick to deceive consumers into thinking they were getting a lot of bang for their ten bucks.

A reggae band was playing up front. They weren't familiar to me. As a general rule, Mercy taught me it's best not to frequent the same hunting grounds too often. We took precautions. Our meals never remembered our bites. Still, if people see the same girls in a bar leaving with different men regularly, false reputations develop and people pay us more attention than we’d like—for all the wrong reasons. Mercy turned heads wherever she went. I had my fair share of gawkers as well. Most of the people in the club were tourists. The bouncers, bartenders, and waitresses weren't. They were the ones whose attentions we were most worried about. Most tourists think the supernatural component of New Orleans comprises intriguing, but made up, myth and legend. The locals weren't so naïve. Live in the area long enough, you're bound to see a few things. Maybe not a vampire. It could just as easily be a mambo or hougan conducting a summoning ritual, a rougarou howling at a full moon, or even a wandering spirit. Ghosts need energy to manifest. In most parts of the world, they are limited to common forms of power. They draw on heat, maybe even draining your phone battery, to manifest. Even then, appearing in a way that people might recognize is rare. In New Orleans, though, mystical energies abound. That means that hauntings, oppressive spirits, and other spiritual manifestations were more common than in most places.

The locals knew it. The people who worked the clubs were locals. If they knew about vampires, and I couldn't guarantee they didn't, it was best we not tip them off. The best way to avoid that was to visit the same place not more than once every six months or so. It wasn't a problem for older vampires like Mercy, who could go weeks between feeds. It was a little tougher for younger vampires like me. Still, we didn't have to limit our hunts to bars and clubs. More, I didn't hunt in the usual way. I had my regulars that I lured in through my other abilities.

Walking into the club, it didn't take long to spot Mel. She was grinding on some guy, sipping on a "Hand Grenade" on a dance floor in front of the house band.

I looked around and eventually found Mercy standing along the perimeter of the room.

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