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Sept 29, 2019 17:48:00 GMT -6
Post by demikara on Sept 29, 2019 17:48:00 GMT -6
It had been child’s play to find out where she lived. It had been just as easy to be waiting nearby as well, waiting for her to return home, hidden by magic. The condo had been well-protected against breaking in, but the access area to the condo had been easily moved into. No one considered protecting those after all.
Grigore had known that for this to work, it would not be an underling who managed. No, any underling would be destroyed by his daughter with no effort. She was nearly perfect after all. So he had come himself, and he was waiting patiently for her to return home at the end of a no doubt long day.
He was counting on her being exhausted. He was counting on her coworkers to not notice until the next day. It would take time for the control to fully settle after all.
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Sept 29, 2019 18:12:24 GMT -6
Post by Circe on Sept 29, 2019 18:12:24 GMT -6
He didn't have to wait long as a white car pulled into one of the parking spaces near the condo. The car was nice and well cared for, but older. It was clear that the owner either didn't have the money for a new vehicle, or preferred what they had. More than likely for Catherine it was the latter, which described much of her current life in Dallas. Things were nice enough, but out modded and in many ways painfully outdated. She made good money with her position as Warden with MCU, but most of that money was paying off bills and playing catch up from the last decade that had accumulated during her time away.
The car sat for a moment, engine gently humming as it's occupant sat for a moment before getting out, collecting the day's mail, and heading into the condo.
Grigore wasn't going to be disappointed, not only was Catherine exhausted, she was still struggling with the adjustment to Tyrus's training. The accelerated time frame of the fae had been helpful, but there were still days when it was all she could do to stay awake through the remainder of her shift. The lunch hour had been blocked out after her return for what Tyrus had so lovingly referred to as continuing education classes, and in her opinion they were an excuse for him to run her ragged.
Flicking on a single kitchen light, and tossing keys, bag, and mail onto what looked like a growing pile that hadn't been taken care of in some time. Grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge, she stood for a moment reading over a chinese takeout menu and debating if she was tired enough to order out or not.
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Sept 29, 2019 18:34:36 GMT -6
Post by demikara on Sept 29, 2019 18:34:36 GMT -6
The opportunity had been perfect. He managed to slip in after her, magic keeping him unseen and he watched as she seemed to settle in before speaking. "You live such a mundane life, daughter. How pitiful. You were born to be better." And she would become better, even though it would take this distasteful action to do so. He held up a hand, directing his telekinesis to hold her, to lift her just slightly off the ground. If successful, he would continue. "But don't worry daughter. I will gladly fix that."
She would be the jewel of his court, as far as he was concerned, and his enforcer in all things. All he had to do was make a simple adjustment.
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Sept 29, 2019 19:24:04 GMT -6
Post by Circe on Sept 29, 2019 19:24:04 GMT -6
A sharp chill ran down her spine and her stomach dropped, she could have sworn that the wards were strong enough to keep just about anything out. She had always been slightly paranoid, especially given the odd and persons that came with her job, but the wards had always done what they were needed for. However, as she felt her feet leave the ground, Catherine realized just how wrong she had been.
Her complacency and his obsession were going to be her downfall. "My life suits me just fine..." She managed to stammer, trying as she might to resist him. But she was tired and her reserves were still low; something that Tyrus constantly harped on her about, and while she did her best there were still some hurdles that were not so easily overcome. "I do not need it fixed."
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Sept 30, 2019 5:11:28 GMT -6
Post by demikara on Sept 30, 2019 5:11:28 GMT -6
He turned her to face him and smiled. "I have grown tired of your disobedience, daughter." He said as her moved closer. "So I am here to rectify matters." With that, his mind tore into hers, seeking to take it over. It would be a battle of the mind between them, now that she was caught. And she had put up so little resistance too. It had been a good choice to come when he did. Clearly she hadn't been expecting anyone at all.
He had now doubt she would end up mentally stubborn. Her shielding, to begin with, was truly excellent.
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Oct 1, 2019 18:35:22 GMT -6
Post by Circe on Oct 1, 2019 18:35:22 GMT -6
"Disobedience?" Catherine asked incredulously. She had tried everything she could to distance herself from anything related to the vampire courts, and especially whomever might have been her sire out of fear for what could happen if he came along one day. It was being made explicitly clear to her now that those fears were very much well founded. "I possess no oath to you!" She protested meeting his gaze defiantly. Catherine wouldn't go down easily, not without fighting him every step of the way.
And as his mind began to tear through hers, it was clear that this would be no easy fight. While she wasn't as adept at other forms of magic as others might have been, she could easily out class anyone when it came to the mind. But, this wouldn't save her from Grigore's power, as she was currently no match for him.
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Oct 1, 2019 18:41:10 GMT -6
Post by demikara on Oct 1, 2019 18:41:10 GMT -6
"You are my daughter. That is oath enough." He informed her and continued tearing into her mind, pushing his will down on hers. She gave him quite the fight though, and he was surprised at how strong her mind truly was. This would not be as easy as he had imagined. Particularly given he wanted her to still be able to think afterwards, and not be a vegetable. It required finesse. It required power in spades and he had that.
He was one of the firsts. He could take on this fledgling with ease.
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Oct 2, 2019 14:53:32 GMT -6
Post by Circe on Oct 2, 2019 14:53:32 GMT -6
And it was with this ease and power that Grigore dominated and overwhelmed one of Dallas's few Wardens.
Those who were put into the position of Warden were generally trusted to use their power judiciously within the unseen. This often required them to act discretely, prudently, and with practicality expediting issues through the system if situations warranted it. Often times however, this was at the expense of their own personal lives; with many choosing to live in spartan conditions and alone. Catherine was one such who had made that decision of her own accord, if only because a Warden made few if any friends during their tenure with MCU and often did so as a means to protect the few loved ones they had.
Many warded their homes to quite literally to hell and back, choosing nasty inscriptions and runes that would obliterate any trespasser dumb enough to try breaking in and causing harm. Their children were taught to be fiercely independent and to know by rote memory their rights in the mundane and unseen worlds. The Wardens and their teams knew that their job came with high rates of mental illness, substance abuse, and death; either at their own hand or someone else's. Knowing that ultimately they and many other officers were often seen as expendable by the Unseen Council, they prepared not just every day contingency plans but long term. Catherine's however had been exploited and summarily decimated by some means yet unknown to her, and it frightened her to know that there might not be an end to this fresh new hell.
Eventually, Grigore's mind and will wore hers down, leaving it open and impressionable to any new suggestion. More than likely, he would form new pathways and connections over the old, slowly and carefully reshaping it to match his will.
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Oct 2, 2019 17:11:23 GMT -6
Post by demikara on Oct 2, 2019 17:11:23 GMT -6
He felt her mind give and pressed on it obedience to him, a daughter's love for her father, unquestioning loyalty. Those would do to start and he pulled back just enough to let her exist outside her mind again. Carefully, he lowered her to the ground, making certain to be able to act quickly, just in case she somehow broke free. The vampire let a smile slide across his face as he looked her up and down. "Pack your things, daughter. You'll need some clothes if you're going to stay at court with me."
And she was. He had a room ready for her. He'd have clothes for her as well, made for her. But for now, her old things would do. "We'll find you a companion there, someone to see to your needs."
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Oct 2, 2019 17:24:54 GMT -6
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Post by Circe on Oct 2, 2019 17:24:54 GMT -6
"Yes, Father." Catherine mumbled, still clearly out of it. The battle had been fought and lost, there was nothing she could do now but give in to his will. It was an easy thing to do too, as she was already exhausted from earlier.
Catherine went and did as she had been instructed, packing a bag and arriving back downstairs after a time.
Grigore had won this time, and likely she wouldn't be missed by her co-workers until much later in the day. By then his control over her would be that much more than it had been the previous night.
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Oct 2, 2019 18:07:36 GMT -6
Post by demikara on Oct 2, 2019 18:07:36 GMT -6
Grigore smiled and led the way to the waiting car, taking her to court and entirely too pleased to manage it. He had already selected a handful of possible companions for his daughter, all of whom had orders to spy on her and keep her content and well fed. He would not have his daughter denying herself. He had even deigned to hire a human cook, to feed her human half. Though the cook was terrified of being eaten for disobeying, so the food was guaranteed to be excellent.
She would be free to roam the court, at least, but not free to leave it.
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Oct 2, 2019 18:25:03 GMT -6
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Post by Circe on Oct 2, 2019 18:25:03 GMT -6
For the first time in a very long time, Catherine would be living in the lap of luxury. A spoiled pet of the Dragon court and it's Florentine masters.
It was something that she was wholly unused to. Although her childhood within the fae courts had seen her wanting for nothing, her time outside in an almost self imposed exile, had been far from easy.
For now though, Grigore would have his way and Catherine would be the obedient fledgling.
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Oct 4, 2019 13:03:00 GMT -6
Post by demikara on Oct 4, 2019 13:03:00 GMT -6
It wasn't until the next morning that anyone would realize she was missing. Tyrus came looking for her, wondering why she had missed their class in the morning. He moved to knock then paused. The door was just slightly open. Carefully, a shield spell at the tip of his fingers, he pushed the door in. "Catherine?" That was not good. The mage hesitated as he scanned the room. The fridge door was still open and he stepped over, then touched something on the door. It was room temperature. How long had it been like this?
Carefully, he prowled from one room to the next, looking for any sign of Catherine being there. There was nothing. Thoroughly worried now, the man dialed Xiaolian's desk phone, ready to report in a missing Warden. He was careful not to touch anything else, and he let the magic peter out as he took in the scene. And it was a scene now. There was a warden missing and signs pointed to her being taken suddenly. It didn't look like there was a struggle, but whatever happened, she hadn't taken her keys with her, and that alone meant bad things.
Whoever took her was going to pay.
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Oct 4, 2019 14:55:57 GMT -6
Post by Circe on Oct 4, 2019 14:55:57 GMT -6
The apartment was furnished in a spartan manner, with a few pieces of furniture and decorations. On the kitchen counter was a back log of old mail consisting of catalogues and a few yet unpaid bills. The fridge was empty save for a few bottles of water, a jug of expired milk, eggs, and some stale bread; a clear sign of the aparment's occupant having little aptitude or time to spend cooking.
"Lt. Boyuan." Xiaolian rattled off automatically after picking up the phone. She hadn't bothered checking the number, given the number of nuisance calls they recieved a day it wasn't surprising. Surpressing a yawl, she mentally cursed Molly's insistence that they spend their evening digging through the archives. Unlike some people, Xiaolian actually preferred to go home and spend her time doing things other than working.
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Oct 6, 2019 11:51:00 GMT -6
Post by demikara on Oct 6, 2019 11:51:00 GMT -6
"Xiaolian, you need to come to Catherine's apartment. She's missing and it looks like she was taken from here." He wasn't going to sugar coat it. "She missed her practice this morning. I came to check on her." She wasn't here at all, and he believed he had a right to be wary about it all. She was his friend. He wasn't about to let her disappear without trying anything. "Her door was open."
And now he was worried.
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