Post by Reginald Edmund Sinclaire on Aug 12, 2012 18:41:16 GMT -5
Reginald sat in his cabin in the woods and thought about what steps he should take next. In front of him was a map of the city gridded out and marked with prime hunting spots as well as the last known whereabouts of his son and daughter were. Grimacing he sipped the scotch that was in his hand the clink of the ice cubes barely noticed as he thought about his next move.
His daughter, for all that she had been marked by the Wrath of God, was doing her usual socializing and connection gathering. It amazed him how many people she knew in the city; from Gangland members to supernatural royalty and ordinary humans in between she seemed to not only know them but their movements as well. He should be angry at her for working with Michael but he somehow doubted that she felt she had much choice. Her mother had seen to it she was raised to be faithful and nothing he had done had changed that.
His son, on the other hand, was working a far more cunning plan. Stretching slightly he looked over at the device that hid his whereabouts from the little bastard that dogged his steps. He wanted the brat dead and contemplated how to accomplish this feet. His heritage would make it hard and he was already terrifying one of the Evans' into helping him. He had panache, Reginald had to grant, but of all of them why that pipsqueak fae was beyond him. Sure she was darn near indestructible but she was also arrogant as hell.
Rising from his chair, he paced and thought about his next move. He needed his daughter with him. She was too valuable to leave to Trenton and Diana and she was practically in that football jock's bed with how he was promising her a better life. Then there was that mongrel dog Philip who had been hounding her. HE would most definitely have to be driven off. If it wasn't for his son, he'd have done it already. With a sigh he set about making sure his next plan came into action. It was bold and desperate but the times merited it. If his daughter was smart she wouldn't fight him on it.
He made a few more phone calls to get some of his artifacts out of the house and confirmed that his will was up to date. There was no need to leave his daughter with a mess to sort out if he was to die. He'd been very careful in what he had outlined for her and her existence should he move on.
His daughter, for all that she had been marked by the Wrath of God, was doing her usual socializing and connection gathering. It amazed him how many people she knew in the city; from Gangland members to supernatural royalty and ordinary humans in between she seemed to not only know them but their movements as well. He should be angry at her for working with Michael but he somehow doubted that she felt she had much choice. Her mother had seen to it she was raised to be faithful and nothing he had done had changed that.
His son, on the other hand, was working a far more cunning plan. Stretching slightly he looked over at the device that hid his whereabouts from the little bastard that dogged his steps. He wanted the brat dead and contemplated how to accomplish this feet. His heritage would make it hard and he was already terrifying one of the Evans' into helping him. He had panache, Reginald had to grant, but of all of them why that pipsqueak fae was beyond him. Sure she was darn near indestructible but she was also arrogant as hell.
Rising from his chair, he paced and thought about his next move. He needed his daughter with him. She was too valuable to leave to Trenton and Diana and she was practically in that football jock's bed with how he was promising her a better life. Then there was that mongrel dog Philip who had been hounding her. HE would most definitely have to be driven off. If it wasn't for his son, he'd have done it already. With a sigh he set about making sure his next plan came into action. It was bold and desperate but the times merited it. If his daughter was smart she wouldn't fight him on it.
He made a few more phone calls to get some of his artifacts out of the house and confirmed that his will was up to date. There was no need to leave his daughter with a mess to sort out if he was to die. He'd been very careful in what he had outlined for her and her existence should he move on.
