On The Sweet Bayou II Winter Soldier/The Countess
"How many bags are you going to bring on this short fucking trip?" asked The Count, the male counterpart to The Countess. One who was given the task to prepare her trip for The Americas with The Winter Soldier as he was given the name by many. This trip while it would not be many weeks upon the seas, The Countess wished to have her wares gathered, most of all the torture devices brought to implement upon the bruja. A bruja who cursed such a family lineage and cursed her grand daughter to continue with the madness that plagued The Countess' mind. Her granddaughter was to be the first female within the line not to find her mind ravaged by the darkness, the voices, the hungers.
Yet, the bruja scorned by what The Countess had done to a few of the virgins related in blood to the bruja did not curse The Countess. Nay, she found it best to truly punish The Countess for her hunger by removing the sanity of Irzsebet, aptly named Izzie, to many, and for The Countess it would not be allowed. She would not allow such a woman to lay a curse upon her grand lineage no matter if The Countess would not acknowledge her lineage. Why would she risk their safety should her enemies be made aware of their presence?
However, he would aid her and she would have The Count silence his words at once, a hand striking his features to silence his tongue. "He is to arrive within a few moments time, now hurry for I am to take to the plane and slumber when daylight should come upon The America. Oh how I loathe to return to The Americas. I have left it after the Jazz Age and only when it was of necessity. Place more 'wet naps' to wash my hands should I come into the company of derelicts in New Orleans." This she ordered of the servant while awaiting the arrival of the man who would aid her.