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</div></div><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>It was late afternoon when Catherine opened her eyes. She sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes. She tried to remember what time she had gotten home last night. She had gone out with Rob, Felicia and Dave to a local bar. There they had talked and laughed about old times at school. When she was out backpacking she never had time to think about her old friends, let alone miss them. Now she was glad to be back. Stretching her arms, she slowly got out of bed. At least she went home alone, she laughed to herself.<br/>Cat made her way slowly to the kitchen of her small studio apartment and made some coffee. Checking the time she still had time for her shift at Merlott's. As she waited for the coffee to be done, she made her way to the bathroom. Slipping out of her night gown, she turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up. Steam had engulfed her tiny bathroom by the time she was done showering. Stepping out she wrapped her hair in a towel and put on a comfy pair of sweatpants and a simple top. Walking past the fridge she ignored the little post-it saying: 'Call dad' and grabbed a cup of coffee.<br/><br/>Sipping coffee she scrolls the news on her phone. News about Vampires is almost a daily headline.Fights here, riots there, people found drained in alley. She tries to avoid such news as it gives her the creeps. She still has a hard time wrapping her head around the reality of their existence. Cat gets pulled out of her reverie by a pop-up. She taps the pop-up and looks at a picture from herself with a backpack on. She smiles at the memory of her hiking through Banff National Park, it seems like such a distant memory now. She taps away the picture and clicks on the bookmarked page in her browser. She scrolls passed all the conspiracy theory posts about Bigfoot and Werewolves until she reaches the Vampire section.<br/>"How to stay safe"<br/>"Keep them out of your home"<br/>She starts reading multiple posts. She might be adventurous, but always erred on the side of caution. Last thing she'd want is to meet one of these bloodsuckers in a dark alley, all alone.<br/><br/>Looking up from all the posts he notices the time. "SHIT! I'm going to be late" she says to no one in particular as she gets up from her seat and heads to the bathroom to get ready for her shift at Merlott's. She ran into the bathroom and quickly did her eyes, put on some simple golden hoop earrings. She grabbed a pair of simple blue jeans and a black basic T from her closet and got dressed. With no time to straighten her hair, she quickly tied it in  a simple pony tail and grabbed her jacket and purse.<br/><br/>Fifteen minutes later she drove up the parking lot to Merlott's and walked inside. The diner was already filled and quickly walked to the back to drop off her belongings and grab an apron.<br/><b><i>"You're late, Cat..."</i></b>came the gruff voice from Sam, as she hurried past him.<b><i>"Sorry Sam, won't happen again. Isn't Gianna here?"</i></b>she replied as put on the apron.<b><i>"She's out for air, now go..." </i></b>was all he said in reply as he gestured for her to get to work.<br/>Bert called out an order from the kitchen, making Cat hurry towards him.<br/><b><i>"Porthouse with side of fries and a chicken parm, table 4, Cat"</i></b>came the command. Catherine took several orders by the time Gianna reappeared behind the bar. Hurrying to get orders to the customers she gave Gianna a genuine smile as she passed by her.<br/><br/>Catherine was about to serve a new table when a tall gentleman entered the bar. "Go on and seat yourself, menus on the table." she sang out in her best southern accent. When she placed the plates down and looked she almost froze. Blinking a few times towards the tall figure she hurried behind the bar, ignoring some customers quickly asking for the check. As she stood behind the bar she waited for Gianna to pass her by.<b><i>"Is that a... ya know... Vampire? What is IT doing here?"</i></b>Fear clearly noticeable in her voice.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="font-family: cinzel; font-size: 35px; color: #000000; text-align: center; position: relative; text-shadow: transparent;">Angelo</div><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1670588144987-png.137804/" title="1670588144987.png">
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</div></div><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Angelo had been awake since the crack of down, something clearly drilled into him during his time serving in the military. He had wasted no time and had gone for a jog, followed by a shower and breakfast. He had done the exact same thing every morning since he had gotten back to Bon Temps, little over a week ago.<br/><br/>He had received the call from Gianna. At first he wasn't sure if he should pick up the phone at all. Gianna, Bon Temps,... all if it seemed like a distant memory. Ever since his parents had passed he hadn't been back there. Some sense of dread or premonition had forced Angelo to pick up however. The news had been devastating, his gran had passed away. His CO had been kind enough to discharge Angelo early, as his tour was over next month anyway. It had taken Angelo 6 days 14 hours and 34 minutes to get back 'home'. He had been just in time at the cemetery to see his gran being buried. He stayed and looked, remaining on the back row. When the ceremony had finished he had locked eyes with Gianna briefly but couldn't work up the stomach to talk to her. Now little over a week later, he was still in town. Not sure why though. He still had to reach out to Gianna, even though she had sent him several messages.<br/><br/>Angelo sat in the waiting room of the local hospital in Shreveport. He had an appointment with the dean regarding the opening of an EMT position. The hospital was short staffed as is, so he didn't really think he wouldn't get hired. As he was filling in some required paperworks, an EMT burst into the waiting room. "Young female, multiple lacerations in need of  immediate help due to severe blood loss." Angelo got to his feet within seconds, looking for anyway to help.<br/>The reception clerk was unsure as how to proceed.<b><i>"we... we don't have a MD on stand by right now"</i></b>, she murmured. Angelo immediately sprung into action and called out an order for her to be put in the closest examining room. The EMT looked up and quickly did as told while saying:<b><i>"who the hell are you?" <br/>
"someone who will save this girl"</i></b>, was all he replied as they got her from the stretcher on the examination bed.<br/><br/>Rummaging through multiple medical equipment he finally found what he was looking for. He examined the wounds and started cauterizing them. With the wounds closed off, he bandaged her up and monitored her vitals. Seeing she was about to fall in cardiac arrest due to severe blood loss he immediately grabbed a blood transfusion kit and got to work. Soon after he was donating his blood to her. Lucky he was a universal donor.<br/><br/>As he sat there next to the unconscious girl staff arrived to help. They cleaned her up and finished the blood transfusion. When the local sheriff finally arrived he was asked to take a statement. He asked what had happened to her, on which the sheriff shook his head in defeat. "Those damn bloodsucking squatters on Todd St... they attacked the poor girl. Almost made a sport out of it..."<br/>When the girl was all patched up by the doctors, Angelo went home. He was able to start his new job starting next week. During his 40 minute drive home, he thought about the poor girl and thought something had to be done about those vampires but what?<br/><br/>As he got home he had yet another text from Gianna. Perhaps he should finally reply or go over for a visit. What would he say though... "Hi I'm back, missed me?..."<br/>No he had to go... they were family... he finally decided he would head to his old grans house the next morning. No more delaying the inevitable.