New Orleans had always been a sweet spot for Matthew. From the older times where it hadn't taken on the neon and sanitation of later years, before it gained new scars that the enduring people always embraced and healed over in their own way, this pocket of an otherwise unforgiving and, frankly, horribly uncomfortable environment.

He took to it like a fish to water, or vultures to the dead, haunting it's streets night after night, looking for just the right young pretty woman to fall into the trap that was his general existence. He was perfect in the different casts of dark and bright light, dressed in a perfectly fitted suit that was open at the collar, giving him a casual look despite the silver headed cane that he carried openly and obviously didn't need. Dark eyes scanned the crowd just as casually, falling on one particularly fetching brunette. The vampire smirked roguishly.

He was both the bait and the trap and he was feeling particularly fantastic about himself this specific evening.