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Being in New Orleans was a new experience for Rebekah, having only briefly visited the city a few centuries before with her brothers. It certainly had changed since then. What was once a small establishment still finding its feet was now a thriving area of business, trading and tourism... and the supernatural, of course. The town was practically run by vampires now, with Marcel controlling each and every aspect of the French Quarter. Rebekah watched the faces of the day-walkers as she walked into a bar on Bourbon Street, seeing the recognition flicker across their features. They knew who she was. Good. Despite her human state, no intelligent vampire would touch her, not when they knew of her brother's reputations. She spotted Hayley sitting at one of the booths and made a beeline for her. Sliding into the seat opposite her, she flashed the wolf a smile. "Sorry I'm late. You'd think something was going on with the amount of vampires in this bar--what's with all the staring?"