You can't go home again... or can you?

[Isabeau Valachi]

Journal/Personal Story.

Jan 1 2017,

Just as I thought I could get things going, work my way though getting things started up. But, **** happens. I need to get out of town again. Something is going down, something I want nothing to do with. I haven't seen Italy in a while. Maybe another trip is a good idea.

Bo closed the book she had been writing in. The papers that hinted at bad blood heading in the way of the city. It was time for her to head out. She tossed the journal into her carry on and zipped it up. With an ease that was her new strength, she picked it up and headed for the car that she had come pick her up.

Heading to the airport she had some stuff to take care of in Los Angeles.

While she had let a few of the towns she had stuck her 'flag' into go, Los Angeles had strength and power, plus, it was her biggest money maker. She was going to make sure that her gang still remembered who's boss. Surely, there were some in her gang that thought, just because mama was out of town, it would be fine to play.

It wasn't.

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Jan 2 2017

She pulled up to the gate, two people, people she knew, stood there, clearly shocked to see her pulling up.

Bo had instincts, she always had. It was something that always helped her out. And now, with her powers, her own hunger. She knew better than most, that others had that power, that hunger. Her own second in command appeared to be back sliding. Falling back on his old ways now that mama was 'out of the picture'. It was time to bring on the punishment.

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Jan 5 2017

Bo looked out the window of the plane as it was coming into Leonardo Da Vinci International Airport. She wore glasses despite it being night time. Then, she always did when forced to travel with humans. It hid her hunger well enough. Once she got on the ground, then she would see to the hunger that had been growing through the 13 hour flight sitting next to the most annoying man in the world.

The guy had done just about everything he could to touch her, and despite the warning glair she had given him he continued. She would have loved to break his hands but that would draw attention and from what she had been reading, attention was already putting a large spotlight on Harper Rock.

She heard the touch of the wheels against the tarmac and soon, she would be able to escape... and most likely hunt the prick beside her down and take him out of the gene pool. Bo knew she wasn't expected for a few more hours anyways. She glanced sideways at the man, eying then vein in his neck.

Yup, the moment she could, she would drain that piece of **** dry.

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Jan 8 2017
Lazio, Italy

Bo pulled into the spot, pulling her helmet off and shaking out her hair, her eyes rested on the man she was planning to take out for control of the area. She licked her lips and sat back on her bike, her hands resting on her thighs. The man on her hit list, El Tinio. Or at least, that was his street name.

A male in a black suit stepped up behind her, and when she held her hand out the male handed her a Manila folder. She didn't glance at him or even speak to him. No acknowledgment at all. Her eyes took in the information and she smiled evilly. She handed the folder back to him and he soon walked away, leaving her with what she needed. Her in.

It wouldn't be long. She figured the best way to really begin was to go back to where it all began. There were memories she had of her father, plus the few times she had seen him here or there. Bo was intuitive and she watched everything... like a hawk. Now, it was time to put the action she had put into California and Ontario into taking Italy.

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Jan 18 2017
Vietri sul Mare, Salerno, Italy


Mere weeks after she had landed in Italy, she was already starting to make her mark. Not an easy task, given Italy was the birthplace of the 'mobster' or at least, the birthplace of this mobster. Where a lot of people in Italy made their marks with drugs, with weapons, money, power. Her. She started something that usually meant those with the former would come to trade.

She set up "safe" places to trade. Where? Just off the coast. The sea - assuming you go out far enough, was "Terra nullius". And Bo, offered that neutral area. She ran it all along the coast of Italy. From Roma to Salerno. She had plans to move further and further south, but she had to pick her targets just right. Play her cards, and her 'titles' right.

The one card she never played, and would never play, was her true name. That, that was a family secret. One no one knew. Not even those she most trusted. The guards that she had once had were long since dispatched. They would talk to no one. Ever. Even the fishes wouldn't hear their secrets.

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Jan 25 2017
Cittadella del Capo, Calabria, Italy

Her eyes almost matched the seas that they looked out upon. Dark, hiding turbulence and danger. Above her, the stars glittered. Below her, on the deck of her yacht the next on her list. This was a man that had cheated her, had tried to overthrow her. Her lips twitched just slightly, the sound of a gun echoed on the waves, the sea air took on hints of blood and gunpowder.

Chucky Pancamo was no more. Also below her were crew, clients, dealers, her own gang. Watching as she had the man executed. Her way of showing them that she was the boss. At least here, on the sea, in international waters. Bo watched as her previous hitman was thrown overboard. She knew, in time, he would wash up on the pristine shoreline but his murder would never, could never, be traced back to her.

Perks of having a good portion of the policia on her take. This was the work she was growing to love. Being that of a Capo Bastogne had lots of perks. One of those was that she was so, so much closer to her plan. Every day she got closer. This was a long-game play, and she was good at long-game.

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[Isabeau Valachi]

Feb 5 2017
Marina di Riposto, Catania, Sicily

Bo lay out on the deck of The Path, the yacht that she "picked up" when she started her journey to grow in a world her parents had tried to keep her from. From the moment she became a vampire, she realized she had power, strength, things that she could use to take back what was rightfully hers. Though she appeared to be just relaxing and enjoying the night, she was plotting. She was planning. She would take it back, even if that meant toppling her father.

Since she saw him that first time in years in Harper Rock, she had only seen him a handful of times since. So she didn't even know if he was here or not. She preferred not. Toppling him from the base of his power would be easier if he wasn't home to stop it.

Some of his staff would likely remember her. But she had heard that her father knew of what she was now and would likely have warned the staff or told them she was dead out right. Bo was planning for every outcome.

Standing up, Bo walked to the railing and looked out over Sicily. The boat was finally pulling into the marina. The air here, it smelled so different. It wasn't the stink of Los Angeles, not the pine fresh scent of Canada. This was more aromatic. Herbs, fish, tomatoes, wine... all things that she could pick up on.

Though it was dark, the lack of lights in one area told her what she was looking at. Etna. Quiet now, but deadly when it erupted. Now things grew from its destruction but she was still there, standing strong, watching, waiting. The only thing between dormant and extinct was time. People may thing a volcano is gone for good, and then the earth shakes, the skies darken and then light up with fire and vengeance.

An hour later, as the crew went about their port tasks, Bo stepped off the dock and smirked. Her Ducati stood ready, she straddled the beast and started it up. With a growl then a purr, she smiled and took off to her next meeting point. A pizza place with a target and information.

Giampilieri, Sicilia, Italy

Pulling up to the restaurant, Bo turned off the engine and lights. She had exactly 4 hours to get this information and to her new den before the sun rose. If there was one thing she knew by now, she did not want to 'die' outside of Harper Rock. Walking into the place, she was suddenly hit with the scent of food.

"Bella!"

She froze for a moment and then gave her trained smile that hid her fangs. That's when her target froze, as if he knew he was in trouble. Bo then gave him the full fanged smile. "Zio, questa sarà una morte rapida se rispondi sinceramente e rapidamente."

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Feb 6 2017
Rina, Sicilia, Italy

I feel sort of sad for having to kill that man, he was a damn fine cook. That being said, he also had no qualms about keeping old family recipes out where any robber could find them. So, when I have some free time I might have to pick up cooking. Or just hire a cook. I'll decide later. His information did pan out though, so that is a perk. I know that I'm close to my father's villa, I however haven't managed to get anymore information on the state of the people there, so I'm going to bide my time.

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Feb 8 2017
Linguaglossa, Sicilia, Italy.

Bo sighed as she tossed her phone onto the couch she had been sitting on. Before the screen went dark, the headline "Zombie Population Growing?" was blazed across it. She stood and looked out at the small town she had moved into. She worked fast when she had taken over a warehouse. Which, given how people usually reacted around her, had been somewhere between a hell of a task and easy as pie. She about owned the small town so close to her father's villa. She was even starting to pick up more and more intel about the villa itself.

She remembered the villa a bit, the sheer size of the land, the smell of flowers, the rolling hills. Yet, Bo needed things like time, movements, things that didn't come from years old memories. Still, she was close enough that I'd she stood at the door, she could smell the roses and all the other wild flora of Sicily.

There was the sound of trucks on the move. Bo knew better than to think that the families that she was cultivating actually respected her, especially since she used her fake name. Which of course was anything but Italian, but when she spoke, her Italian was impeccable. Then again, she spoke a various amount of languages, all with the fitting accent to help her blend in more. Though, now that she was a vampire, blending was difficult.

Her hunger was always a problem. The fact that she created chaos around her, incited fear, and would kill at the drop of a hat meant that one of the first people she had to get under her thumb was the policia. Once they fell in line, and they did, she could control other things as well.

There were rumors that her father was planning a trip away from the villa. Where she didn't know. However, she suspected. After all he had wanted her to watch Levi, to report back to him about the guy's movements. Much the way she now watched her father's. So, it was a safe bet that he was returning to Harper Rock, no doubt to throw some other girl into the viper's den. Bo snarled slightly then shook her head as the sound of fighting caught her attention. Morons!

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Feb 12 2017

Her phone once again drew her attention and her anger. "Zombie Population Spike and the Hebigumo Foundation" This time, she had to fight the urge to throw her phone through the skull of her new second in command here in Sicily. Her anger wasn't directed at him, but the story she had just read. He just happened to be in the line of fire and drew her attention at the wrong time by talking to his underlings. One of which, a groundskeeper on her father's land. He was a pretty open source of information, even if it was information that came literally from the outside looking in.

He had a target, a woman that worked on the inside. Someone, that for all Bo could find, had no ties to any of the crime families save the fact that she cleaned the home of one. She seemed to have no knowledge of what her boss really did for a living. That or she was a hell of an actress, though neither Bo nor the gardener believed that.

Time would tell.

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Feb 21 2017
Chicago, IL.

After the last few headlines that have been causing my phone to buzz almost daily, I thought it best to drop in, start my businesses in Ontario again, but with the family that had tried to wipe me off the face of the planet, I decided the course I'm taking now is two-fold.

First, I land in Quebec, then I fly into Ontario. I'm going to make my way home again, I'm going to grow my business. But it's going to be a lot more serpentine than before.

For now, my fight is calling.

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Feb 24 2017
Linguaglossa, Sicilia, Italy.

With the seeds of her return planted and growing, Bo returned to Sicily, returned to the main task at hand. Toppling her father. Problem was he was MIA. The one good thing though, he was MIA. This would be her full return to the Villa, and he wouldn't be home when it all ends.

Her blue eyes turned glacial and her smile turned sinister. Hopping on her Ducati, she headed up the highway that lead to the private road. Things might get... messy.

[Isabeau Valachi]

March 1st, 2017
Linguaglossa, Sicilia, Italy


Bo pulled up to the private gate of her father's estate. She had recently learned that her father had not spent much time in Sicily as he had once led her to believe. No, according to her information, her father used this place more as a vacation home. The true seat of his power was back in the states, so Bo was going to switch tactics. Hard as it was going to be fore her, she was going to try to be charming - something difficult for a woman who tended to make everyone one uneasy. Still, this was going to be the only way to build herself up. There was one thing she had to do first, she had to convince everyone that a girl that was once dead was once again alive, ironic considering she was actually dead.

She rolled down the tinted window and smiled up at the guard that walked up to her car from the little guard shack. He spoke to her in Italian and she returned in kind, telling him who she was. Of course the guy didn't believe her, how could he? He had never heard about her. He called up to the villa and talked to someone, that someone, she heard, told him of how she died when she was just a child. He looked at her and she smiled softly, he tried to get her to leave but then she spoke about her mother, told him to pass a message to the person in the house. The message? To bring a photo of her mother out by the oldest and most senior member of the household staff out.

It took some time, time that made Bo contemplate just stepping out of the car and ripping his throat out before letting herself in. She watched him, eyes on the vein of his neck. Tempting, so very tempting. The others of Italy were coming to know her as muscle unlike an other. Some wanted her to join their families, either by agreement or by marriage. Neither option sounded good, or fun, to her.

The sound of a gate opening caught her attention and she turned her bright blue eyes on an elderly woman scurrying out in a pale green robe. She went to the guard first and then the two of them walked to the car. When the elderly woman looked at her, Bo could hear the gasp then the shatter of glass as she dropped the picture. She pulled the guard away, thinking that she had him far enough away that Bo wouldn't hear them talking about her.

Bo drummed her nails on the edge of the door when the window was hidden away, she heard the woman speaking in an older form of Italian, more Sicilian dialect than Roman. She could still pick up the jist as the woman said that she was a dead ringer for her mother. Something she had heard all her life because she and her mother had both gone into hiding. Anyone that saw her mother and her together would always talk about how they looked like twins. The only place she didn't look like her mother, she had her father's stature and the shape of his eyes.

The guard waved to her and she sighed and stepped out of the car. The woman starred at Bo and then spoke to her. Her mother's name. Like a prayer. Bo shook her head and that is when recognition hit the old broad. The woman ran to her, hugged her tight, rambling in Italian to her. Bo didn't hug back, in fact, she had to will herself not to eat the woman and the guard and leave the entire household dead. Too much clean up.

Bo stepped back from the woman, the woman did the same. The guard looked between the women then headed back to the guardhouse to let her in. She smiled, there was a sinister sense of success in that smile as she headed back to the car and the guard offered the elderly woman a ride back up to the house in his little golf cart.

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March 9th, 2017
Linguaglossa, Sicilia, Italy.

Bo stood overlooking the land her father's villa was on from her father's room. As silly as it seemed, it held his scent still, despite the fact that she wanted him dead, there was a strange sense of security in it. A knock brought her attention from the land, only lit by stars and the light of the full moon, to the woman that brought her into the compound. She brought her food, though the elderly woman didn't know that she was the food. She wouldn't kill her, not yet. She had yet to kill anyone that worked there. Other families though…