Ok, guys, this is my first spec that I'm letting anyone read, tell me how I'm doing, please. Oh yeah, no infringment ment on Anne Rice, (she owns the gods, not me) Cherry Poppin' Daddys, Pink Floyd (they wrote the music, not me) or The Rock and Bullwinkle Show (they are funny, not me)

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::Who's that wispering in the trees? It's two sailors and they're on leave! With pipes and chains and swinging hands, who's your Daddy? Yes I am ! ::

::Like Hell you are!!!!! ::

Jo Dee smiled at her friend's new found exhuberance. This vacation was defanatly what they needed. And what better place for the three to relax than New Orleans? Warm, fragrent, amd best of all, far far away from the rest of the "gang."

:: HelllllloooooooooOO....... Is anybody in there? :: Callie's cheery voice shattered Jo Dee's concentration to itty bits. :: Just nod if you can hear me. ::

:: Huh? what did you say, Cal? ::

:: Me thinks Fearless Leader was off in La-La Land. :: The last of the trio, Erin, mused.

:: No Hon, I''m a permanat resident, with a second home in the perverbeal gutter. ::

Jo Dee started to run simply to feel the warm air pulling at her frosty, artic whtie hair; knowing perfectly well that the others would follow like a well trained squadren of fighter pilots.

:: Wow, big word, right context! :: Callie wispered, making Erin giggle maniacly.

:: Girrrrrrrr.....WHOA!! Whazat? :: Jo Dee slid to a sudden halt, with Erin and Callie inches from slamming into her back.
All the little hairs on the back of her neck were standing at attention.

:: What's wrong, Boss? :: Erin demanded.

:: Yeah, waz up? ::

:: Something's not right here. :: Jo Dee sniffed the wind, all her sences keen. A dog, a _big_ dog barked somewhere, cicadas cherped, wind rusled the leaves of a near-by tree; but that wasn't out of the ordanary, it was the smell that had bothered Jo Dee, the smell of death (or was it Death?) lingerd on the air.

:: Smell; :: she ordered. :: What's wrong in this picture? ::

:: Goddess!!:: Erin gasped, :: A vampire lives here!! ::

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Lestat wached out a window as they were running along the street, mortals passing with out a glance their way. Mojo's barking had startled him, he does it rarely, but the mental voices made him curious enough to hunt down the source. The were different from the voices of other vampires, but the same, too. But what he found truly surprised him, three wolves; one silvery, one strawberry red, and the other as black as the sky above them.
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TBC....