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Chris_Reaper
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Rural Louisiana...1922
The winding dirt roads stretch as far as the eye could see as the Ford Model T barrels it way down the country back waters on the very outskirts some forty miles outside of Baton Rouge. The grueling fourteen hundred mile journey from Red Hook, New York had definitely taken it's toll on the newly married couple that occupied the car. Damien squints ahead of him as the dust from the dirt road begins to kick up and he casually glances down at his young bride, Cindy, as she naps peacefully on his arm. They had left nearly everything behind them back in New York, all they had known. The idle gossip, the snickering and staring...but most of all the condemnation, it was all behind them now. Damien looks into the rear view mirror and stares back at his own reflection. He really couldn't understand the back lash.
By all accounts, Damien Alvarado fit the dashing military officer type. He was tall, fit and did seem to imbue all the classical traits of a good looking fellow..."Just that damn nose and a slightly built in tan." he whispered to himself. He looks down to Cindy who was now letting off ever so delicate snores "What did you ever see in half gypsy mongrel like me, huh?" he chuckled to himself.
After about twenty more minutes of driving, the car pulls in front of an old and isolated farm house. Damien puts the vehicle in park and leans back in his seat, letting off a long sigh. He looks in the back seat and sees the large parcel wrapped in black sack cloth...which contains the book of incomprehensible secrets and dark unhallowed wizardry they had so haphazardly decided to bring along on their impromptu flight to the bayous of Louisiana. As the thick cloud of road dust starts to clear, Damien can make out three figures lounging out in front of the old house.
"Oh great, just what we need a redneck welcoming committee..." he gently nudges his wife "Cin, wake up doll. I think we got company."
The winding dirt roads stretch as far as the eye could see as the Ford Model T barrels it way down the country back waters on the very outskirts some forty miles outside of Baton Rouge. The grueling fourteen hundred mile journey from Red Hook, New York had definitely taken it's toll on the newly married couple that occupied the car. Damien squints ahead of him as the dust from the dirt road begins to kick up and he casually glances down at his young bride, Cindy, as she naps peacefully on his arm. They had left nearly everything behind them back in New York, all they had known. The idle gossip, the snickering and staring...but most of all the condemnation, it was all behind them now. Damien looks into the rear view mirror and stares back at his own reflection. He really couldn't understand the back lash.
By all accounts, Damien Alvarado fit the dashing military officer type. He was tall, fit and did seem to imbue all the classical traits of a good looking fellow..."Just that damn nose and a slightly built in tan." he whispered to himself. He looks down to Cindy who was now letting off ever so delicate snores "What did you ever see in half gypsy mongrel like me, huh?" he chuckled to himself.
After about twenty more minutes of driving, the car pulls in front of an old and isolated farm house. Damien puts the vehicle in park and leans back in his seat, letting off a long sigh. He looks in the back seat and sees the large parcel wrapped in black sack cloth...which contains the book of incomprehensible secrets and dark unhallowed wizardry they had so haphazardly decided to bring along on their impromptu flight to the bayous of Louisiana. As the thick cloud of road dust starts to clear, Damien can make out three figures lounging out in front of the old house.
"Oh great, just what we need a redneck welcoming committee..." he gently nudges his wife "Cin, wake up doll. I think we got company."