Despite the Priscus and beauty sleeping next to him, Davis's dreams were less than pleasant.
On the riverbanks of the Mississippi a young Seth Routh stood pistol in hand. Shaking he stared across the stretch of shore to another man, pistol in hand.
"Well, boy. You ready to prove your worth with more than just fancy words and a smile? Well? Does the little lad need a count?"
Seth with nervous hand didn't even wait for the signal to fire. He lifted his shooting iron and let loose a flaming ball of lead that embedded itself deep between the eyes of the Spaniard opponent before him.
The man dropped with a dumbfounded look on his face.
Seth dropped his gun and turned to face the clapping hands of the man who had suggested the dispute be settled by a duel. "My, my. What a shot. I knew you had the skill. Let's retire to the hotel to continue our business discussion."
That was the night Seth Routh was embraced into a World of Darkness and would later become John Davis.
The scene changes from the river to New Orleans, a theatre on fire.... to Old Sacramento and another fire.... to a plantation and another fire.... to an island resort and yet another fire...
Toward evening the dream shifts to modern nights. Of sewers, gators, stakes, and ash. To an angry Prince, piles of ash. Davis finds hiself surrounded by laughing Kindred, all members of the court. At his feet the open mawl of Priscus Wood, fangs deadly sharp, ready to consume the Southern Colonel ending his requiem.
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