Don't Shoot the Messenger {Hansel&Jessica}
Well, some things in this world you just can't change Some things you can't see until it gets too late
The bright lights of New York were always a wonder to the small town vampire. The sounds, the scents, it was like the city was pulsing to its own heartbeat. As Jessica sat in the back of the darkly tinted car, she decided that once everything was over she would come back here. Maybe she'd get an apartment and live in the heart of the city, get lost in the night life that was so alive.
Those ideas would have to wait, however. Instead she trained her eyes on the list Bill had given her to go over with the Monarch of New York. Signs of the infection, check, how to quarantine the infection, check, percentage of TruBlood infected. The redhead gently sighed. Between all of the damage control media she and Bill had been doing, trying to help Sam arrange the whole donor buddy system and maintaining that Hep V hadn't spread too far, she was wearing thin. Wasn't vampire life supposed to be easier?
The car began to slow and her eyes lifted from the portfolio she was supposed to deliver. How. . . Normal. A smile toyed at the young girl's lips, hopefully this King was like Bill. Comfortable, approachable. Last thing she needed was an ass chewing from a pissed off Elder. It seemed the last few she'd visited were less than thrilled to hear of how out of hand the Southern Kingdom was getting.
Jessica murmured a quiet 'thank you' as her door was opened and she slid from the backseat. Her shoulders squared as she made it up the walk towards the front door. Confidence, this is what you're supposed to do. She quickly brushed her palms over her airplane rumpled skirt before knocking on the door. Hopefully Mister Hansel Von Katz would be more willing to hear her case.
