It seems a fresh new start

He slowly opened his eyes to the darkness within his coffin and he lays there, thoughts drift to the dreams in his head while he slumbered. Was she really sitting here watching over him, talking to him? He lifts the lid to his sleeping area and sits up, blinking to adjust to the dimness the mausoleum had to offer. Darkheart was laying at the foot of the coffin and it made him smile. She was so devoted to him that he often asked why, her response....she loves him...imagine that. He slips out of the stuffy coffin, kisses his doll gently on her temple as she stirs in her slumber and out into the brightness of the moonlight he goes. Eyeing the position of the moon to note the time, he lifts his nose to take in the night scents. Kine...the sweet smell of the kine. Heading out of the wrought iron gate he leisurely strolls down the dark desolation of Katrina....where exactly?...no where in particular. Most everywhere he used to haunt has been swept away save for a few places, like the Lust. Finding himself in front of it he pauses as he walks by, seeing that it seemed to thrive without him, he stood watching from a distance. Then deciding to take a closer look and without anyone's knowing he slipped around back to feed the roses. He really shouldnt have, he cant afford to be feeding anyone at the moment, torpor demands much when one awakens but he couldnt resist...they seemed to call to him and thats when he saw the beast! The asswipe that Trina had collared. He knew right then and there, there was no looking back and so slowly, he walks back into town and stops by a local tattoo parlour. And as if it would help, he had Trina erased from his chest. What was the matter with him, did he really think he would be able to waltz back into her life and say, tada...honey, Im home. Of course not, but the sight of that disgusting looking "bend me over and f*ck me" looking critter at her feet, really made him nauseous.

Leaving the parlour house and this being New Orleans, the artist didnt give a second thought about how rapidly he healed and he only smirked and told me the job was on the house. With a grip to the man's wrist in a brotherly handshake, Dare sets off down the street once again. Yes, his mood somewhat brighter but there was one thing missing that kept popping up making him sad...the loss of DemonRide...lost her in his frenzy before torpor and had no clue as to where she was. As he strolled lost in thought he chanced to look up and caught sight of a familiar vehicle...Blue's Cadillac and he blinked. Kara? in New Orleans? He turned to look up at the building it was parked in front of and sure enough...the old apartment. Without delay, he was up them flight of stairs and knocking on that door and knocking and knocking.....damn, she wasnt in. Again his thoughts drift to his dreams...her presence confirmed that she was there talking to him in his sleep. So he would hunt her down and down the stairs he went, in search of old Blue.