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the Ursulines.
With memories of their pious, educated and pure mothers in mind, the wealthy
planters had made a special request to the church for women of such character
and worthy of their bloodline.
    In truth, as much as these men fornicated with the local
women, they did not feel that the local women were worthy of carrying their
legitimate off-spring. To them, the Quarter women, or women from Vieux Carré,
were uncivilized and amoral pagans. American women also did not appeal to them
as they were still carrying resentment of the Northern Repression, known to
non-Southerners as the Civil War. So to the Old Country they sent and women
such as herself, Sophie and Veronique came like unwanted gratis merchandise,
offered in shame by their families because of their unwanted birth gift of
witchcraft. Of course, their families did not find it shameful to use
witchcraft to bind their powers. The hypocrisy of the act had eluded their
parents in their over-zealous attempts to do what they thought of as
righteous. 
    Rose and Marie were born witch and re-born vampire witches
in the bayou. The magick of witchcraft demanded food and lots of it, and they
accordingly grateful for living near such a food-loving city as New Orleans.
Their vampire magick demanded blood and as they were morally obligated to feed
only from sinners, New Orleans, like any metropolis, provided ample sources for
that too. With the thought of food, the spicy aroma of the dirty rice and gumbo
moved her attention from reminiscing towards the Cajun feast in front of her.
The iced tea would cut the spiciness perfectly; the bourbon would give her
courage later.
    Miss Suzette turned stern eyes towards Anais. “First we eat,
then we grill you.”  The ample-bosomed hug that followed the order gave
comfort nonetheless as Miss Suzette continued, “Now, don’t fret while eatin’ my
gumbo. Won’t be havin’ indigestion getting up from my table. An’ don’t be
lookin’ at me like ‘at. I cooked and you be eatin’.” Miss Suzette’s Cajun
accent was more pronounced, indicating just how concerned she was about Anais.
    Despite Anais being the older and stronger one, Miss
Suzette’s tone welcomed no nonsense and put the fear of the Almighty into her.
“Yes, Miss Suzette,” Anais replied meekly.
    “Don’t mean y’all can’t talk business, and have your
meeting.”
    Aah, Anais recognized the tactic. She was being softened
before the attack. Miss Suzette knew that she would find the act of going
through the de-brief comforting, giving her a sense of control.
    Predictably, she felt her discomfort give way to her natural
confidence as she tackled business. “So, my friends, other than the anal
leakage incident…”
    Anais didn’t get much further as a cacophony of laughter
followed. She levelled them with a severe glare, “Let’s not get into that one.
I doubt, or rather sincerely hope that we won’t have another such incident but
at least we were prepared for the completely unexpected.” Her twitching lips
belied the sternness. “Now, onto business. V, anything from security?”
    “I had an exciting evening. Other than the incident ‘that
shall not be named’, we had a couple try and sneak up the stairs for some of
their own home-made dessert.” V’s lips curled as she recalled the fright she
gave the couple in the main bedroom when she stealthily crept up on them en
passionné on the antique four poster. Her fingers twined around the ends of
her long black ponytail as she continued, “I also had a drunken idiot who
thought that cooling off in the pond or bayou, with a full tux on, sounded like
a better idea than taking the jacket off.  But I managed to get it all
sorted in good time with no one the wiser for it. Other than those incidences,
all went without a hitch in Security.”
    “Well done, V.” Anais praised. “It seems silly to have
security detail for locals’ weddings but one idiot drowning in the dark waters
out there is enough to kill