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Giselle has had many things given to her. A life, money, love, friends, and more. But when her perfect world begins to crash and crumble around her, she realises that she now has to repay what has been given. And to save those she cares about, it may even be her very own life.

A Life Owed

Giselle sighed and said goodbye to the Noirs. Once they left, she headed for Louis's office. There, she knocked on the door.


"What?" Giselle asked aggravated. "I was saying goodbye to René and Adelene. Their flight's in an hour and a half."


Louis was sitting, typing furiously away on his laptop.


"Louis, did you hear a word of what I just said?"


"Can't I want to spend some time with you?"


"Not when I had to send off René and Adelene on my own."


"I'll tell them sorry later. Now, I'm free for the rest of the day. Why don't we go check out the French Quarter?"


She nodded happily and left to go get her purse. Louis was waiting for her when she came back down. They walked out the front door, locked it behind them, and headed into town.


They walked along the main street in the illustrious French Quarter. Giselle looked at many stores and Louis made sure to keep her out of sketchy bars and raves. 


They sat down at a nice, expensive restaurant and enjoyed a good seafood meal together. The two of them chatted about simple things, never bringing up anything tense. They ate a nice strawberry cheesecake dessert and left a generous tip to their waiter.


After dinner, the two vampires watched the sun set into the Gulf of Mexico out on the boardwalk. When the sun was gone, Louis and Giselle made for home.


On the way back, Giselle sighed contentedly.


"I'm sorry to have pulled you from Paris."


"Perhaps it was time for a change of scenery. I've lived in Paris my entire existence. We've only ever vacationed to Bordeaux, Nice, Rome, London, Venice, and Berlin. But Paris has always been home."


"You're not really going to move us to Los Angeles, are you?"


"No. New Orleans is still very rich in French culture. There'd be none of that in L.A. I would never completely remove us from our heritage."


They arrived back at their house and went inside. Louis and Giselle headed up to their bedroom and changed for bed. 


As she was taking her hair out, Giselle asked Louis quietly, "We're never going back to Paris, are we?"


"It's okay." She paused. " Anyways, I'm applying for a position at a couple hospitals. We need more blood. I can smuggle some from hospitals once I get accepted."


"Ahh, yes. I know you would smuggle ours from the hospital in the seventh arrondissement."


"Well, it's not like we could legally mass order bags of blood for no reason," Giselle said.


Then, they collapsed into bed together and fell asleep in each other's arms.
