<i>"All great changes are preceded by Chaos"</i><br/>Garren Lichtenauer, a dark haired vampire originally from Northern Germany, he found himself residing in America before the second world war, moving through the land, settling in New Orleans five years ago, he also frequented the city of Baton Rouge once a month. Garren met his nest mate and brother Ely Marcel during the second world war, the pair fought during a dividebetween supernatural creatures, and lived to tell the tale, Garren's makerunfortunately lost her life in the great war, but seeing the brothers fighting for her honour warmed her cold body in her dying hours.<br/><br/>Ely, a tall and muscular vampire was restless and wanting to move on from New Orleans, as their hunting grounds were tiresome and he enjoyed the chase more than the reward in some moments. Garren however had other ideas, he had heard of a wolf pack moving into the quarter, and he had plans to fight them alongside another nest on the outskirts of Louisiana which would essentially give them a larger hunting ground. Garren had always been the more political brother who kept to the old rules, and understandings about their kind, Ely was more fluid and open to change, whatever brought him more blood.<br/><br/>After a few hours drinking in a local bar with a couple of business associates that kept Garren abreast of financial options, he returned home to find Ely entertaining dinner, he had three girls who was a little loose from alcohol and playing poker, they appeared to have bet a substantial amount on the table before items of clothes were removed. Garren chuckled at his brother as he found the wide eyes of a brunette, "Come with me now", he told her taking her to his room, he winked at his brother, "Have your fun, one will do just fine tonight", he told him brother. Of course the ladies would leave with their lives tonight, Garren and Ely rarely disposed of bodies without relevant tests, so they would fuck a little before feeding, and then release. Ely called it FFR, fuck, feed, release.<br/><br/>The following evening Garren awoke having spent the day alone in his bed, he was well rested after a short time with the brunette, he took a little blood, but realised he had a thirst, and showered before finding his brother. "New Orleans calls us tonight Ely, I want to host a party, but first we need a crowd, I'm thinking we host and select a couple of victim to fully drain", Ely laughed, "You sound so formal, chill yo'", he told Garren with a smile. The pair spent a good hour or so discussing their plans, drinking a rich bourbon that Ely had bought them the previous evening. The game was on, the guest list to be developed, the men were moving in on the town, heads would certainly roll by the end of the week.<br/><br/>A telephone rang in their halls, the brick building within the French quarter of New Orleans carried sound well, as the voices echoed when they had company. Luckily their neighbours were oblivious due to compulsion from Garren when they first secured the property. Ely strolled to the telephone, "Hey fang residence", he joked, he then began nodding and listening to the caller with sincere interest, hanging up the phone, he screamed through the house, "Garren, those furs are heading our way, two or three days, meeting been called for tomorrow night", Garrens eyes darkened at the thought of a wolf pack so close when they were planning a full hunt.