#But damn Night Changes Louis ver has KILLED ME

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Damn the PCD has hit me hard. It had been way too long since I had been to a concert (thanks COVID). But there’s just nothing like the vibes from this community. Goodness I had missed it.

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Le Trio Mortel

This is for readers 18+ 

This is a spooky awesome collab I am doing with @grungyblonde and @laketaj24 I love these girls and I love this fic!! I hope everyone enjoys this and if you haven't read the prologue yet, read it HERE 

1821 New Orleans

A chill of relief shot through my body when the younger looking, undead woman handed me my grimoire, “I thought it was lost forever.”  I said, looking back to the pale woman, her cheeks were sunk in and she was so thin she didn’t look like much of a threat. She seemed relived and excited as she raises to sit on her knees and said, “My name is Melisandre D’Amour. And I seek refuge and revenge against the vampire coven of New Orleans.”

“Melisandre come sit with me. It seems we have a lot to discuss.” I said, reaching out a hand to help her off the ground. Her hands were ice cold, “first, you need to feed.” I look over my shoulder, “Leandro.” Leandro sauntered over to Meli, “take off your shirt.” He obeyed and waited for my word, “kneel.” His brown skin glistened in the candlelight and I run a sharp nail up his toned, muscular back. When I got to the top of his head I yanked it back exposing his neck to her. Meli looks up with a mixture of emotions in her eyes, “go on, you need to eat,” she opens her mouth revealing her fangs and she, hastily, clamps down on his neck. I think to myself, she must be new at this because this girl was a messy eater. She was done in seconds and Leandro’s limp body fell to the floor. I waved a hand, and someone dragged his heavy lifeless body away. “Thank you.” Meli said wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I nodded in response.

“Tell me Meli, how did you come to possess my grimoire?” I asked running my fingers over the cover of my sacred book as she began her story.

“My father was an affluent aristocrat in France and he moved me and my mother to New Orleans a few months ago to flee from the war. One night, I was at a party with my parents when, none other than, Count Saint Germaine came up to my father and asked for my hand in marriage. My father refused, he thought I should make my own decision on who I wanted to marry. After that, everything was kind of a blur. The Count moved so fast, there was blood everywhere and I looked around and everyone was dead, including my mother and father. The Count took me to, some kind of, cellar and asked me if I would be his wife. I spit in his face.”

I let out a scuff, I like this girl, she is feisty, I thought to myself.  She continued, “He turned me shorty after I refused him, and he chained me up. I knew my soul left me and I could feel my body changing into something else, something different. All I could think about was my hunger. He starved me and kept me chained like that for days, weeks, I honestly don’t know. He thought he would wear me down, make me bend to his will. I remember the darkness of the cellar. The longer I was down there the more my eyes adapted too little to no light, to the point that candle light would make me squint. My hearing was so sensitive, when the Count would bring someone into the room, I could close my eyes and hear their thick, rich blood pumping through their veins, and it was all I could think about. So, one day I over heard the Count talking to someone about you Marie.”

My eyebrows shot up, revealing how intrigued I was at her story, “Yes, go on.” I said, encouraging her to continue. “He spoke of a very powerful spell book that he possessed and a soul he trapped, away from you. On the night I escaped, I knew I had to find you and return this to you.” She said reaching out and touching the book. “Marie, you are the only person that can help me inflict the pain and suffering the coven deserves. I pledge my undying loyalty to you Marie Laveau.” Meli finishes.

I leaned forward and reached out my hand and touched her cold, pale cheek, “They took someone very dear to me too.” Her eyes grew, “The soul they are keeping trapped is my lover. They killed the love of my life like an animal in front of me and they are keeping his soul from me. I need it back for when a strong and righteous vessel comes along his soul will enter and we will be reunited.” I nodded and said, “I will grant you protection and I will help you avenge your family’s demise.”

 Present day, New Orleans

Ragnarssons POV

He gripped her golden tan skin hard pulling her against him. She was hot and wet around his aching cock. Her moans were melodic and so fucking sexy, “Ugh I-I’m gonna…” Ivar woke up, panting in a cold sweat, to Hvitserk snoring in the room across the hall.

***

He had the same recurring dream about the woman every night for a month. It is what caused Ivar to talk his brothers, which wasn’t very hard, into flying to New Orleans. He didn’t know why it had to be New Orleans, it was like something was calling him there. His brothers loved the idea right away and they were pumped to party on Bourbon Street. Ubbe had been on his phone most of the flight over researching the best tittie bars and drive thru daquiri shops, Ubbe was always on that damn phone and it was his younger brother’s biggest pet peeves. Hvitserk on the other hand, hasn’t stopped talking about all the amazing food he was ready to eat. Right when they got off the plane and headed to their Air B&B, Hvitserk made Ubbe pull over so he could run into Café du Monde to get some beignets. That boy was always eating something.

Ivar attempted to go back to sleep and it wasn’t happening, so he sat up and pulled out his laptop and started looking at cool things to do in New Orleans. He was scrolling through a list of haunted ghost tours and the computer jumped to a page for St. Louis Cemetery. A chilling whisper drifted across Ivar’s ear, like someone was right there next to him, “come. Come to me,” it said.

***

The sun’s up and Ivar is sitting at the kitchen bar drinking a glass of water when Hvitserk walks in, “Ivar, check this shit out. Ubbe, come on man show him.” Hvitty says motioning his oldest brother to come over, “show him the picture on Insta.” Ubbe held up his phone and there was a picture of a huge bloody mary with an entire fried chicken sticking out of it. “We are going right now.” Hvitserk said excited.

After a delicious breakfast the boys started walking down a street by the French Quarter. Hvitserk, was trailing behind Ivar with Ubbe and was already discussing what he was going to have for lunch, “I definitely want some fried catfish, some etouffee, oh and I gotta have some gumbo.” Hvitserk continued to spout off any dish that was remotely southern while Ubbe was face deep in his phone, looking for Odin knows what. Ivar turned down an alley way and his brothers, not paying attention to where he was leading them, followed him. “Come to me.” He heard the cool whisper again. Next thing he knew, they were all standing in front of a blood red door. “Ivar, where are we?” Ubbe asked, finally looking up from his phone. “I don’t think this is where the brewery tour is.” Hvitserk said. Ivar didn’t even knock, he just, pushed the door open and saw her, the woman from his dreams.

Marie’s POV

Before the door opened I knew he was there. I turn in my chair slowly and stop when I saw his familiar piercing blue eyes. He looks just like my soul mate from so long ago. All three men in front of me were gorgeous. They all resemble each other so it is easy to assume they are brothers.

“Tu es revenu vers moi.” I say under my breath. I turn to my right and Charlot has stopped grinding herbs in her mortar and pestle, she is distracted. Of the three men, her eyes were scanning the toned body of the oldest brother.

My gaze turns back towards the three men in front of us when Melisandre slides out of the shadows behind them. She feed recently, and I know she can control herself around them but it’s a matter of if she wants too. She hovers behind the tall one with his hair tied in a bun, “mmm this one smells delicious.” She says making the man jump and turn to look at her quickly.

“Bonjou, what is it I can do for any of you today?” I ask already knowing their answers. Still studying his uncanny resemblance to my lover, he answers honestly, “ugh I really don’t know. Something drew me here, like something was calling me.” I let a smirk slide across my face. I am the reason he is here. I cast a simple spell, so I could find an ancestor of my lover Baron, and here he is, standing in front of me staring with those same crystal blue eyes. “what are your names?” I ask and each of the brothers rattle off their names like roll call, “I’m Ubbe.” Says the older one, “I’m Hvitserk.” Says the one with, I think the kids are calling it, a man bun. “And I’m Ivar.” My blue-eyed lover says. He is perfect, and I knew in this moment he is the vessel I had been searching for, for so many years.

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