**Sylvester Mikealson**

It was early in the morning, a little bit too early to be exact. He was woken up by his second in command, Jackson, who was alerting him of a possible werewolf invasion. Sylvester groaned as he sighed softly while sitting up in his bed, back pressed against the pillows that resided there. His vampire scouts were staring at him, waiting for directions as he ran his hand through his brunette colored hair then cleared his throat. "Well, if there are werewolves in the French Quarter, I say that we pay them a visit." A slight smirk came over the corners of his lips as he slipped out of bed, yawning and stretching. "Jackson, gather up a small squad and we shall go visit these beasts. If they dare to show themselves." He commanded of him then gave him a now stare.

As soon as Jackson and the others left his corridors, he walked right into the bathroom and started his daily routine of showering, brushing his teeth, washing his face and that was about it. Sylvester never really combed his hair unless it was with his fingers, which he does almost throughout the day. He emerged from a steam filled bathroom then went over to his closet, rummaging through it to see what he was going to wear today. His lips tugged into a smile as he found something was casual but had a business feel to it. It was nothing more than a Khaki pants, an orange polo shirt and a pair of Sperry's.

But before he did go out, he walked himself down to his basement, where he kept his prisoners. But this time, he only had one. The rest of them are basically history. As Sylvester walked down the stairs and into the basement, he flicked a light on then stared down at his prisoner for the evening. "Well, looks like your little furry friends are finally trying to make an impact. Hm, where have they been all this time?" He said then asked himself while giving his werewolf prisoner a smack across the face. He then knelt down and whispered in his prisoners ear. "If it's a war they want, it's a war they will get. After all, it's their blood that will be all over the French Quarter." And with those words spoken, he got up and left.

It was day time but because of his family's fortune, he had himself and his coven day walking rings made. He sniffed the air then turned back to face his group of comrades. "Let's get to hunting, shall we, ladies and gents?" They all nodded and followed behind him then they broke apart to not draw attention to themselves. Sylvester was a little bit livid to hear of werewolves being in his territory. They was really going to be hell to pay, if he came across one.

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**Savannah Turner**

It was a usual early morning day for her, since she did work at a local bar. She didn't really think that people would drink so early in the morning but then again, she was not use to this kind of lifestyle. It's hard for her, not being at home with her family and friends. She grabbed her cell phone and went through the pictures full of memories now. She smiled softly then leaned herself up in her bed, wondering what time she had to be at work. _'I think it's right now.'_ Savannah shrugged her shoulders then jumped slightly when her cell phone started vibrating in her hands. It was her boss. She bit her bottom lip then immediately rose up from her bed and got ready.

She took a brief shower then put on her clothes. She darted out of her new home and ran towards the French Quarter and towards Bourbon Street, which wasn't far from her home at all. Upon entering her desire establishment, she was met by her boss, who was a real jerk. She was basically screaming at Savannah for being late and threatened to terminate her if she was late again. Savannah turned around with a raised brow then snickered to herself. "I'm like the best employee here. You cannot and you will not fire me." Her boss voice was stern and firm but Savannah gave her the exact same gratitude then turned heel and sat her purse and other items.

Savannah straightened out herself then tied her long, red locks of hair into a bun then applied a small dab of lip gloss onto her lips. She tied her apron around her waist then dropped her pen and notepad in the pockets in the front. She clocked in then went onto the floor and started taking orders. Today seemed like it was going to be a long ass day and it was just starting.