Rousseau’s was a lovely place in her opinion a diamond in the rough. A lot of New Orleans was that way. You could find the most beautiful things in the grungiest parts of town. She was just bringing in a special delivery to the Chef. She was carrying a crate filled with tall skinny blue bottles that looked like some sort of alcoholic beverage. But a closer look would reveal that it was in fact fancy looking spring water. However it wasn’t anything anyone could just buy around these parts. Abigail was the only person who knew how to get it and where to get it from. The water had magical properties, healing was the most obvious trait, but you could get drunk off of it without a hang over too. She sat the crate on the counter for Sophie, “A little goes a long way Sophie.”she reminded her.
Abigail drank for free in Rousseau’s because of her contributions to the bar. Besides, that gumbo wasn’t the same without the water from those bottles. She sat on the stool and poured herself a drink. Only the witches in the quarter knew who she was, what she was, and how powerful she could be. And most were afraid, but the Deveraux witches were always very good to her. Unfortunately, Jane-Anne had passed whilst Abby was out of the country on other business. “Your sister is proud of you Sophie. Keep up the good work. I’ll be back later.”she said to the young witch before picking up the bottle of alcohol she was drinking and taking it with her.
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“Well, someone has to serve the country without being blown up by the sight of a bomb” he said while clenching his jaw as he was put up the transfusion equipment. He nodded and watched her while she nursed the wounds on the fallen soldier. “Shoot” he muttered sarcastically while looking up at her, arching an eyebrow. “I’m Damon” he said with a little sigh, canting his head ever so slightly to the side “It is nice to meet you Abigail” he added just for good measure, a smirk on his face.
Abigail smiled a bit and ran her fingers through her hair. “It is lovely to meet you, Damon.”she said. “I’ll make sure your friend knows you saved his life.” She put her hands on her hips, “Most men here are not so lucky. And I can’t save them. Spirits do not hold their sway in a graveyard like this. Sometimes it feels like a black hole here.”she finished wrapping the man’s wounds before removing the needle from Damon’s arm. “Hopefully this war will end soon.”she said softly.
He helped her over and in to the cot, laying him down on the bed. He watched her and sat down on the chair she pulled out for him, narrowing his eyes slightly at the transfusion equipment. He’d never liked needles. He scrunched his nose up ever so slightly but pulled up the sleeve of his dirty shirt. He looked up at the nurse when she talked again, just barely nodding. Of course he could have just given some blood and he would be fine, but then again how could men that were badly hurt suddenly just walk around like nothing happened. Therefor Damon brought him here…it was safer for both of them anyways. “Yeah, I know…are you going to take some blood now?” he asked while canting his head ever so slightly to the side.
"Well it isn’t every day I get to see a Vampire on the battlefield."she said. She took hold of Damon’s arm and hooked him up to the transfusion equipment. "Can I ask you some questions? Since you are rather tangled up at the moment?"she asked. As his blood began to transfuse into the unconscious soldier she cleaned and patched up his wounds. She knew they wouldn’t remain open for too much longer since he was being exposed to vampire blood, but it was for show. Besides the man needed to think he was still pretty injured. "My name is Abigail."she said.
He looked up at her again and helped her up with the man. Damon arched both eyebrows and helped her with the man over to the tent. The blood didn’t really affect him any longer, he’d grown used to it and he feed from the dying solders when he was hungry. As they walked he looked over at her, narrowing his eyes but nodded. “Wouldn’t mind at all” He said with a little secret smirk as they came in to the medicine tent. His eyes wandered over all the wounded people and then back at the blonde nurse. “Where do you want him?” He asked while arching an eyebrow, looking down at her.
Abigail gestured briefly to an empty cot. “There should be good.”she said before helping the injured man onto the bed. she pulled his legs onto it so he could lay down. She pulled a chair over for Damon to sit and nudged him to sit before dragging over some blood transfusion equipment. “Roll up your sleeve.”she said before closing the curtain for some privacy. She gave the man a shot of morphine before crossing her arms. “He would have died if you hadn’t brought him in sooner.”she said.