"The Story of Vincent Prescott"

Vincent Prescott:Born 1896 Died 1930. Unlike the others in the past stories, Vincent was not a native to New Orleans, but it is the place where he had been layen after his death, silently...Until now.

Vincent had been well known in London for his stories of the supernatural. Everything from ghosts to vampires. Vincent had been well known for all of his stories dealing with death and the otherside of the life after. It had been a visit from his sister that had gotten him to go to New Orleans. Vincent feared he had been going through a bit of writers block and had talked to his sister about it as soon as she had gotten back from her trip in New Orleans with her husband. She had suggested that he go to New Orleans to re-kindle his ideas for the perfect ghost stories. Everyone knows that New Orleans is a place filled with great mystery and legends of those that have, long ago passed on. It hadn't even been a full week before her suggestion that he had quickly taken a train out of London going to New Orleans.

As soon as Vincent had arrived, he had a quick feeling of renewal in him. All passion for death and the stories that he had yet to tell of it had all come back to him. After settling down in his room, he had quickly gone out about town. Anyone that had wished to tell him of New Orleans history had been more then welcome to, Vincent had been willing to hear every little story that others in town had wished to share with him. After two hours out in town, he had quickly gone back to his room, he had so many diffrent ideas going through his head, he hadn't even really been sure how he would put his whole intire story idea together. He was a writer, once he began to type his first paragraph, every singal one of his ideas had quickly fallen right into place, he knew everything from the begining to the end, it had all come so easy once he had begun his story, and this would be his ultimate horror story of all time, he had been sure of it. "City of the Dead." It had been the perfect title for this story, he had put ghosts, vampires, witches, demons, werewolves, and mummies all together in one story. All of the characters he had made up in all six of his stories would all come together in this story, and it would take place in the city of New Orleans. In just one night, he had completed over five chapters in his story before he had decided to call it quits and retire to his bed until the next day.

Before he had begun to continue his story for the next day, he had once again gone out around town gathering up more ideas to put into his story. That had been his original idea, but one wrong move had led to his own death, and though he had not known it at the time, this move would cost him not only his life, but it would cost him his masterpiece. "City of the Dead" would never be known by anyone, ever.

Not only had Vincent been known for his horror stories, but he had also been known for his charm and good looks. Vincent had been one to play the field more then...twenty times or so everynight, if not everyother night back in London, the one thing that had quickly been noticed by women when it had come to Vincent, had been his dark brown alomost black colored eyes, they held a very mysterious and dangerous look to them. Another thing had been his smooth and charasmatic tone of voice along with his thick, dark brown hair. Very seldom had Vincent ever gone back to his place alone and this night would end up the same. Vincent had gone into a nearby bar, not far from the motel had he been staying at. His idea had been to go in for a quiet drink, listen to the conversations taking place, then go back to his room, but he ended up running into a beautiful, 20 something woman named, "Cassie Williams." She had been well known in New Orleans as the married flirt, but being new, Vincent hadn't the slightest clue about her being married, had he of known, she would have never gone back to his bed.

One rule Vincent had, "Never sleep with another man's betrothed." Marriage had been a sacrid promise to be together until death, not only between man and wife had this promise been made, but had also been made to God. This is something Vincent had taken seriously. To Vincent only truely honest people could ever make this kind of promise, it's not something he could do. He could never be with just one woman, since he had loved so many.

After having a good hour conversation with Cassie, they had gone straight to his room. One the way out, it had been Cassie's sister, "Marie Cadence" that had taken quick notice and had told Cassie's husband, "Bradly Williams." The news had quickly upset him. He had been heart broken, he knew now that the rumors of his wife being unfaithful had been all true. Bradly had quickly gotten a hold of the first wepon he could find, which had been his pistol layng on a nearby coffee table, he had then stormed out of his home, Marie had quickly followed behind hoping to God he wouldn't shoot her sister.

Now, even in New Orleans, Vincent had been pretty well known for his stories, so it had really been no secreat which motel to find him at, especially if it had been right next to the bar that Marie had told him about. All he had needed was the room number, which hadn't taken long to get once he had mentioned his wife had been with Vincent.

As soon as he had found the room, he had kicked the door down with one quick thrust from his foot. Both Vincent and Marie had quickly jumpped out of bed in surprise. Brad had felt nothing but pure rage and adranilen course through his veins. He had pulled out his pistol, quickly pointing at Vincent, though Vincent had tried to explain of his ignorance towards her marriage, he had quickly been shot. The bullett had hit him right in the chest.

After Vincent's death, Bradly had pinned the whole death on her, or atleast he would have if she hadn't helped him dispose of the body and clean up the mess. Back in the 30's it had been easy to get away with murder, the only thing that had helped win a murder case back then, had been an eye witness. Both Cassie and Marie had refused to say a thing reguarding Vincent's death, because if Brad had gone down, he would take both of them with. If it hadn't been for either Marie or Cassie, he would still be alive, he would throw that in their faces quite often, especially Cassie's.
After tossing Vincent's body onto a deep, empty pit. His story had been burned right next to his unmarked grave.

After all these years, Vincent has finally returned from the fires of Hell, to bring his story to life and seek all revenge on unfaithful men and women. Adultry is what had gotten him killed and he will see that it kills many others...especially women. Revenge and his story will be broght to life through his return from his own grave. He will not go without being known for his work