The blood from my mouth began to drip down to the light blue dress that was ripped and tore. I pushed past a group of people holding onto what was left of this dress. I had come back to New Orleans for one reason and I did not find that reason thus far.

Was my sense of smell really failing me? No, this scent was different it was him. It was to distinct.

Pushing past another group I felt my arm being grabbed. I let out a loud hiss and pulled away before running out of the group but stubbing to the ground. I relaxed my body and looked up to black shoes and dress pants in front of me. A cunning smile hung on his face as he held out his hand.

I knew you would be here.