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Angelo had made his way to the magister and stood in front of the gate. His brown leather jacket warming him enough from the night chills. 'Why was he even here?' He wondered. He could have said no. He wasn't police, heck he had only been back in town for a little over a week. It wasn't his place to get involved, yet the carnage in the woods had awoke some sense of responsibility in him. Clearly the sheriff was to afraid to talk to these... vampires. If not him, who would? Walking back to his car, he grabs the folder the sheriff gave him and waits by the gate.<br/>
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Without a word from the intercom, the gate unlocks and swings open. He looks back at his car. He can still leave. All it would take is himl turning on his heels, getting into his car and driving away...<br/>
However Angelo pushes through and starts walking up to the driveway. As he walks towards the front door he can be but at awe over the colonial style house in front of him. it's huge.<br/>
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When he reaches the front door, he knocks loudly three times. Pushing his doubts or even fears aside her decides to act though. "Angelo Broussard, here to speak to the magister"<br/>
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