Jesse fanned herself as she worked on planning her move. It was possible this Vince fellow could be counted on as an ally, but she couldn’t be sure until she knew more, so she had sent a lackey to try and gather information. One of the other lackeys she had sent to try and find out more about the Donovan character who claimed her precious ghoul. The third she kept close at hand, just in case. She didn’t like not acting when she felt something needed to be taken care of, but she knew this had to be handled delicately, in order to work out most favorably for her.
Being a Sabbat city, and knowing the new process they had for settling disagreements, she could always try and file grievance. This idea had many problems however, as she could had no idea who oversaw such things, and if they would be agreeable, let alone objectionable. The blood bond was in place still, as far as she had been able to determine. So what was there to do? David was far too good to let just casually slip through her fingers.She drummed her fingers on her desk in annoyance until an idea occurred to her, and she called for her remaining lackey.
“Yes, Miss?”
“Call the others. I want you to turn your attentions to locating David.”
“What should we do with him Miss?”
“Bring him to me. Preferably during the day, so I can tend to him as soon as I wake. No chance of his friends interfering then.”
“What do you plan on doing with him, Miss?”
“Well aren’t you a nosy one.” she said cattily. She was delighted, however, with her idea, so didn’t bother with any sort of punishment.
“Silly man. I’m going to make him mine. Permanently.” she smiled, her grin toothy.
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They say that music soothes a savage beast. But that was never what they actually said. Time had bastardized the poem from whence it came, though the meaning was essentially similar. Still…he didn’t know anything about that. Here and there, this and that. He rolled the shot glass in his hand, watching the light filter through the colored liquid within.He closed his eyes, focusing his senses more on the old jukebox playing an old forgotten tune than the varied conversation around him. When the song began to fade, and the whispers began, he knocked back the shot. They would go away sooner, or later, he knew. He’d learned a long time ago that it was easier not fighting them.
He nodded a goodbye tot he bartender, having already paid for the drink, and made a casual beeline for the restroom in order to vomit up the ash that the drink had become. Was it unsavory? Certainly, but nothing worse than what anyone else there might do. When he stepped out into the muggy night air, he took a few seconds to center himself before heading for his car. The car wasn’t new, nor did it look particularly well cared for. On the other hand, it didn’t appear to be a lemon or a rust bucket, so it never really caught anyone’s attention much.
Inside the vehicle were scattered bits of this and that…typical of a person who was busy a lot or often traveled. Just odds and ends, really. He rifled through things for all of sixteen seconds before locating a map. It had been bought new some time ago, when he was in one of his moods, though he’d never had an occasion to use it. Now, however, he did so, and attempted to look up a location, muttering the entire time about how unwieldy the map was, and how tiny the print. When he found himself muttering the words to Norman Greenbaum’s Spirit in the Sky he crumpled the map up and tossed it over his shoulder before putting the keys into the ignition.
He’d started pulling out of the parking lot when he remembered that mortals were finicky about seat belts, so he put his on as he drove, making his way through the various districts of the grand city that was New Orleans. A wrong turn here, some not paying attention there, and he eventually found himself parked in front of a high rise. Stepping out of the car after he’d parked, he took a minute to look upward as he locked and closed the door. Nodding to himself, he made his way into the building, bypassing the security guard at the door and heading directly into the elevator, where two others were waiting to head up. He didn’t know them, and they weren’t important anyway. He grinned a grin that was bordering the fine line between polite and impolite before pressing the button for the top floor with a flourish.
The other two smiled back nervously and kept to their side of the elevator on the way to their floor. This was fine by him, as it allowed him more time to think, and watch the floor numbers climb ever higher. After the fifth floor he was alone for the rest of the ride. When the elevator finally stopped on the uppermost floor, he stepped out into an immaculately kept hallway and headed for the only door present and knocked…one…two…three… After the third knock, a latino gentleman in a butler’s uniform answered.
“I’m here to see Senor Decacious.” he states simply. After a moments study and anod, the butler let him in, and led him into the large foyer, where he was instructed to wait. He was content to do so, and entertained himself by studying the various art and other things meant to be looked at, whistling Veteran of the Psychic Wars while he waited with the patience of ages.