Characters: Thea and Laurel Setting: Lafayette Cemetery Summary: Thea just arrived and Laurel is coming to get her. Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Language at the most.
One moment Thea was behind the wheel of her car, barreling through the devastated streets of what remained of the Glades. In the next, she was standing in the middle of a desolate, old graveyard. It was the kind of thing nightmares were made of. In fact, Thea thought she must be dreaming at first because of the scene change experienced. They were nearly the backdrop for every horror movie she'd ever seen, but a few messages later and Thea was slowly being convinced of this as her new reality. Laurel and Felicity both said it wasn't a dream. Somehow, her ending up here was true and all very, very real. The thought frightened her. How had she gotten here without boarding a plane or driving a car? It was impossible, right? It should have been impossible and yet, everyone she'd spoken to was telling her it was all very possible and true. She was really in New Orleans.
The cemetery was expansive and large, but Thea managed to make her way to the front gates without too much of a problem. She would admit to scaring herself good a few times and almost tripping over an empty grave or two, but compared to most horror movies she'd seen, her own little adventure had been gratefully uneventful...yet. She still had to wait for Laurel, her brother's former girlfriend and one her best friends, to come and pick her up. Though she was standing outside the cemetery now, the teenager was alone and she hadn't been to New Orleans before. To make it so much more spooky and scary, the evening was coming on and despite the lights, Thea couldn't keep herself from feeling frightened and on edge.
Thea saw the posts, the messages flooding the network, concerning wolves in the quarter. Again, it was an impossibility or should have been anyway. This wasn't a freaking Twilight novel or bad B-movie. This was real life. When he said wolves, he must have meant actual dogs, right? None of that werewolf stuff she'd read about as a guilty pleasure once in awhile. No, no way could it be true and yet, she could shake the feeling that it was. If her arriving here was completely random, but real, could werewolves be too? Oh God, vampires? Thea wrapped her arms tightly around herself. She was limited on self-defense, wicked aim aside, and so far she hadn't heard a single siren. "Please, hurry up Laurel," she murmured to herself.