The dreams were getting clearer. Scratch that, the dreams were driving her insane. Something was stirring in the wind and everything seemed to be pulling Ashley in that direction. The young demigod was absolutely CERTAIN she had never been to New Orleans, so why was she spending her weekends lurking around an old, rundown mausoleum that smelt like stale death?

Her grip tightened on the concealed dagger in her hoodie pocket. Ashley wasn't stupid enough to go at night, but the fact that she went at all was baffling to her. De Ponte Du Lac was engraved above the entrance in a curving scrawl. Something about that name sent shivers down that spine. I know that name. How the HELL do I know it?

Deja vu was an old friend when you had visions almost every night. Lou...De Ponte Du Lac. The teen gasped and nearly toppled over completely as a sharp pain stabbed through her head, causing black dots to dance across her vision. A man with a kind smile, sad eyes, accompanied by the smell of old books. A girl with a cruel laugh and eyes like molten lava.

Something snapped behind her and Ashley whirled around, dagger drawn. If she hadn't known any better, she would've mistaken him for a god. Golden, shoulder length hair perfectly framed his flawless skin. Bright blue eyes that shined almost violet in the dark room were the only clear feature she could make out.

"You shouldn't be here, young hero. It's too early."

French, she noted. What is it with these goddamn Europeans?

The creature let out a broken laugh. "Yes, yes, us 'goddamn Europeans' as you so eloquently put it." He tilted his head slightly causing his tangled curls to hang loosely in a way that made him look like something out of a horror movie. Beyond that though, Ashley could've sworn she spotted a sad smile on his face. "We'll be meeting again soon enough. Run along now."

Any half decent demigod developed good instincts, especially when it comes to dangerous situations. The Frenchman raised all the same flags your average monster did: hair standing up on the back of the neck, the roar of adrenaline. Yet underneath that, Ashley felt safe in a way that was hard to explain. In fact, she felt safer than she had in months, perhaps even YEARS.

For the first time in a long time, the demigod hesitated. Glancing over her shoulder for the last time, Ashley let the shadows devour her whole.

If Will Graham had noticed her absence, he didn't mention it. The brunette bit her lip as she reached for her phone. The presence of the flat box was still something she was adjusting to. It felt like a miracle the Hephaestus kids were able to crack cell phones at all, even with the help of Spencer Reid (the first and ONLY time Ashley had seen him use his Engineering degree.)

Her finger hovered over Reid's number for a moment before the teen sighed and set her phone down. "It's not like he's going to know why I was in Louisiana any more than I do."

Reid was the last person on the team to think she was crazy, but this was something she needed to look into herself. Besides, it couldn't possibly be more important than catching Hannibal. They were getting closer to trapping him with every passing day, especially now that Will was out of prison.

Hannibal first, and then I can focus on the De Point du Lacs and the Frenchman in the crypt.