<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ae/Louise_de_Morieve.jpg) </div><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">ENTER</span><br/><strong>name</strong>: Louise de Moriève<br/><strong>time</strong>: 7 PM, Monday, December 20th, 2010.<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Buffy, Hank & Alexandria<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Louise de Moriève stopped her four-year old Jetta across the street from the Summers home. It was a pleasant enough sight, a slice of suburbia like countless others in this little town and all over the country. Likely the last place one would look for the supernatural… which of course made it precisely the kind spot it would reside. Back in the day before cell phones, it would easy enough for her father to bullshit his way into any home by feigning car trouble and asking to use the phone. In 2010, a person without a cell phone under the age of 60 was probably rarer than demons and vampires… in fact she was convinced it was.<br/><br/>Her stay in the US had been interesting so far, though perhaps a little fruitless. She had read up on a lot of the local lore and legend, but hadn't’ made contact with any real-life creatures yet. She was convinced many were around, for that there were too many unsolved disappearances and weird occurrences, both historically in the region as well as recent.<br/><br/>A desire to change that was what brought her to this quaint looking family home. Having delved into the past of some of the more prominent members of the local community, the vagueness of some of the aspects revealed in Alexandria Smithson’s background check gave her all the hallmarks of the supernatural. If she had to guess, she would go with some sort of demonic creature… Though she could be wrong. After all, her instincts were hardly infallible, a multitude of failed relationships attested to that.<br/><br/>Even though the family weapon was in the trunk she could hardly show up on the good folks doorstep with a rapier in hand. And she was just scoping out the place for now. She picked up the folder off the passenger seat and walked the short path to the front door. She rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer it.<br/>