Just my luck..(open)

[Andrew]

Andrew walked silently in the French Quarter, arms folded across his chest. He has his backpack slung on his shoulder. In it is his regular things, that he had taken with him after he had ran away from that blasted garage. No more of that! He's free, right? Despite that he had nowhere to go after he had ran away from the garage, he is GLAD that he ran away! Who would wanna be some guy's food (blood) and sex toy? Heck, that blasted woman had distracted Trevor from him. He felt jealous because of that. Oh well. And screw with the house. Why couldn't Trevor had given Andrew the house before? Why all of a sudden SAY those things right then and there? Heck, the OTHER people in the garage were nicer than of him. The guy has problems, simple as that and at least being here in the cemetery in New Orleans is better than that. ANYTHING but that.

All he has from the garage, is fifty bucks, his stuffed animal, some clothes, and his cereal, along with a razor and cream. That's all. Plus pictures of his family. He now thought to himself that he should've stayed at home that night instead of walking by the garage. They had warned him and he didn't listen.

He continued to walk on, trying to find some shelter. Suddenly it starts to rain. Well isn't THAT great...Andrew looked around for maybe one sight of shelter. The French Quarter was packed as usual and he ran until he was under one shade-a building's roof. Well he can't always remain here forever since its in front of someone's shop. A bench was nearby and Andrew took the opportunity to sit on that bench and hold his bag with him. Luckily it was under the shade. Now, what to do about sleeping arrangements. He sighed. Well at least its better than being at the darn garage.

[Drascarine Allen Macurt]

Here he was on vacation for almost two weeks. It was day one and already he was a little lost. This is why he hated to travel. Drascarine looked at his map this way and that. This was not just a vacation though. This was the time to find out some secrets from his family. They have been hiding many things from him. He wanted to find out what.

Drascarine noticed that it started to rain. He pulled out his umbrella from his back pack, holding it above his head. he started pacing back and forth across the street from the French Quarter. He stopped pacing and gave a soft sigh. He looked around. Maybe he should ask for directions...

He walked across the street to a man. Maybe this man can help him.

"Excuse me...Could you tell me how to get to this place? " He asked, pointing to a street on the map.

He would have been at his families, mansion hours ago..but he was too stubborn to ask for their help.

[Andrew]

Andrew looked up to see the dark haired boy standing nearby him holding out a map. He took the map gently from him to look down at the map first then handed it back to him. "Um I don't know cause I'm pretty new here myself," he honestly told the boy, "but from the look of it, you're not that far off. I think you gotta go to the left and then straight cause the street you're looking for is two blocks on your left. I am unsure though cause well hell I'm lost myself. Oh I'm Andrew."

[Drascarine Allen Macurt]

So Andrew was lost just like him. That sucked. Oh well. He would have to try his directions anyways. Anything to get out of this weather. Drascarine folded the map and put it in the pocket on the inside of his jacket.

"Thanks anyways. " He sighed on the inside. First he will try....Andrew? Andrew's directions. He kind of liked that name.

"Drascarine." He gave a faint smile.

So he had to go left...Then straight. That sounded simple enough.

"Thank you Andrew." Drascarine felt odd, but for some reason he wanted to invite Andrew with him. Besides he hated wondering all alone.

"Want to come with me? You were already kind enough to help me." Drascarine adjusted the handle of the umbrella in his hand, his eyes on Andrew.

[Nicolas de Lenfent]

Meanwhile, I lurk in the shadows, looking for my next victim and it looks like i might have 2 more choices than i thought. Who said that I, Nicolas de Lenfent, the sinister violinist has lost his edge?