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[voodoodoctor]

The moon as high and full on this warm, New Orleans night.  Downstairs, the large grandfather clock imported from Europe diligently ticked away the seconds and minutes until both hands reached the apex of the clock face and the mechanisms within came to life, turning and clicking before twelve, evenly spaced chimes sounded through the sleeping

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[tiatiatiatiatia]

Lottie stirred slightly at the music in the quiet sanctuary of her room, though she didn't lift herself from the sands of sleep until the words spoke.

A little disoriented, she flopped over, but the music was still there, and she could feel a draft. Wearily sitting up, she removed her sleeping mask and smoothed her hair: an automatic nuance to waking up for her. She looked over at her balcony door. Had she not latched it properly? Lottie never left it open as she slept, due to the lack of a screen and the bountiful ammount of bugs and critters that loved the night.

Groaning to herself, not wanting to leave her cool, cotton sheets and soft goose-down pillow, she pulled herself out of bed, stopped, and listened to the music.

The voice. Was it a dream? It... must have been.

[voodoodoctor]

The music wasn't quite like what she was used to dancing to. This music had a much stronger beat like a bunch of drums being beaten in time, or the way you can hear your own heartbeat in your ears when you're afraid.

Come to me...

There was the voice again. Along with it, she felt as though her body was being drawn towards that open door, the brush of a warm breeze felt like a man's breath on her skin.

[tiatiatiatiatia]

The hair stood up on the back of her neck, curiousity and something else pulling her towards the door. An uneasy feeling washed over her slowly, like a calm wave at the beach as the high tide started to come in.

Perhaps even a tinge of fear coated her movements due to the voice; it was... familiar, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Her hands folded and rose to her bosom, twisted in suspense.

She wasn't sure what to expect when she walked though the door, though something told her it would most definitely be something unexpected.

Stupid oversleeping

[voodoodoctor]

Once she stepped outside, she'd see the source of that voice and know right away why it sounded so familiar.

Smiling that same charsmatically evil smile, the slender form of Facilier threw an abnormally long shadow across the balcony.

"I've come for you, Lottie."