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       #Post#: 247--------------------------------------------------
       It Begins
   DIR By: EvilSqueegee
       Date: December 14, 2024, 4:53 pm
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       [center]The Father[/center]
       Lancea Sanctum Elder
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       The police tape around the crime scene keeps the herd at bay --
       most of them, anyways. The apartment is blocked off to all who
       lack a badge.
       All who lack a badge and who lack Vitae, anyways.
       As the police and squints bustle around, taking photos and
       marking evidence, The Father stands there, invisible to the
       cops, looking at the now-headless body of his dead lover.
       Well, as close to lover as The Father could come, anyways. Rumor
       in Elysium is that he had a mortal boy-toy, but that implied a
       lack of affection that The Father had been struggling to
       maintain. George had been more than a toy. The Father had even
       considered ghouling him, adding George to his collection of
       close companions.
       That wasn’t going to happen, now. Someone had snuck into the
       mortal’s apartment on the third floor and blown his head off
       with a shotgun in his sleep.
       The Elder of the Lancea Sanctum had been robbed of something
       that had been helping him find himself again, after all these
       centuries. Whoever had done this was going to pay dearly.
       Just as thoughts of vengeance bubble to the surface, his phone
       rings. He pulls it from his pocket and picks up the call.
       “Hello,” he says, simply.
       “Got another body from your list of off-limits folks,” the voice
       on the other end of the line says. He recognizes it as
       Bartholomew, one of the cops he keeps on his payroll. “It’s
       Vinny. Same as George. No head, offed in his sleep with a
       shotgun blast.”
       “I’ll be right there,” The Father says, and hangs up. He didn’t
       need to be told where to go. Vinny was his ghoul, he knew
       precisely where to find him.
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       Re: It Begins
   DIR By: EvilSqueegee
       Date: December 14, 2024, 7:05 pm
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       Lancea Sanctum Elder
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       It doesn’t take long to make it to Vinny’s place. There’s a
       single patrol car parked in front of the condo, implying that
       Bartholemew called The Father first and hasn’t called in the
       body just yet.
       The Father enters the apartment, dress shoes making no sound as
       he walks across the cheap linoleum flooring toward the bedroom.
       Those footsteps stop when they reach the bloodsoaked shag
       carpeting that makes up the bedroom floor.
       “Any witnesses?” he asks, calmly - though his tone betrays a
       cold fury that leaves Bartholemew less than thrilled to have to
       stay in the same room as him.
       “None,” Bartholomew answers. “But the shooter didn’t police
       their brass. I can run the shells through ballistics --”
       “--no need,” The Father says, bending over and picking up a
       shell. “I’ll handle it.”
       “Okay, you’re the boss, Father.”
       The Father scans the room and heaves an irritated sigh. He was
       definitely being targeted, here. First his boyfriend, and now
       his ghoul. The things that anchor him to the city were, one by
       one, being taken away from him.
       The message was clear: Get into the ground, Elder, or lose even
       more.
       Whoever was behind this was definitely a brute-force thinker.
       Shooting first, asking questions later. They can’t be very old,
       elder vampires favor subtlety to brute force.
       “Thank you for the heads up. You can process the scene,” he
       says, “And as usual, I was never here.”
       “Sure thing, boss.”
       The Father turns on his heel and leaves the way he came in.
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