Soyebi smiled as he heard the news from his contracted employee about the desecration of that usurper’s temple. He had changed his mind – for now – about eliminating Charles. “Make him suffer, any way you can.” he had said over the phone. “I’ll pay double for his suffering – triple if you can document it.”
That had been an evening or two ago. The newest incoming news was that Charles had a childe, as well as a few ghouls he took care of – not to mention a lover. This was all learned via observation, both by Khaleed (the Assamite), and a close associate who could observe during daylight hours. Soyebi had even received pictures.. His lividity reached new heights when he noted that Lucius was among those Charles kept close. Whether he was ghoul or herd did not matter to Soyebi – he wanted that boy, and quadrupled the price if Khaleed could bring the boy back – he just had to make sure Charles couldn’t follow.
As a job was a job, Khaleed meant to carry out his contract, no matter how he felt about it personally. He would take his time, however – no sense in taking on too much in one evening
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Arturo had laid low for a few days after arriving in Willow Creek – especially after meeting the guy in charge, and giving an identity that was not his true one (Kevin White). He’d managed to locate Brandon’s residence, finding it surprisingly not difficult to locate. It was less ostentatious than he expected. He’d begun to think there was nothing to the possibility of his sister and Brandon having anything to do with one another, until he saw her leaving the house one evening. He carefully tailed her, following until she reached a blood bank to procure food, he presumed. He followed her back to Brandon’s, where she appeared to stay the rest of the night.
He drove back to his hotel well before the sun rose, and sent a message to his mother, detailing what he had witnessed before bedding down for the day. He awoke the next night to a short message from his mother – “Prepare for my arrival”. I don’t envy Adriana he thought, making preparations to his mother’s expectations. At least, the best he could considering the limitations in this town of the luxuries she was used to. Things were going to be…interesting.