☯ Looking to the future ☯ (Closed)
Posted: 13 May 2015, 23:10
The phone beeped and shuddered on the wooden surface, immediately drawing Keara's attention to it. Enver was not in the room but he was nearby. In case it was important, not that it ever really was, she leaned across the bed and picked it up. The text was from Crash, Enver's less than competent thrall. She'd of happily set the phone back in its place at this point, as Crash wasn't ever anything that couldn't wait, but the words caught her attention. The text read; 'Met Caitlyn like you asked. Nice girl. Worth you meeting.' She stared at the screen for a moment, blinking at the words. She had no idea who Caitlyn was or why Enver had to meet her. There were a number of scenarios that made sense to her. The mystery woman could be Crash's girlfriend. Though the moment that thought entered her mind she dismissed it. Crash was loyal to one person; Crash. Yes he was Enver's thrall but Keara didn't believe for a moment that Crash was loyal to Enver without that bond. The thought of the wayward male setting his sight on just one woman didn't make any sense to her, as Crash was usually surrounded by women if he was out and about. Sighing, she considered the next option; Caitlyn was a new hire at Hokey Hollywood. This was possible as the over protective elder had, had to 'fire' one of Enver's employee's in the usual fashion. Enver had no idea that the reason that, that particular business had such a high turnover of staff was because she was eliminating any threats before they became serious. Hokey was full of women with stars in their eyes hoping to be the next big thing and so she was sure that Enver assumed that they had just gotten a better offer elsewhere and moved on. This was not the case. Then there was the possibility that Caitlyn was someone Enver was considering turning, or worse, dating. She couldn't believe for more than a split second that he had any desire to be with another woman but that fear was of course ever present; hence the reason Hokey was almost always hiring from one month to the next. Keara replaced the phone from where she'd taken it and laid back on the bed and as she did so, one last thought went through her mind; could Caitlyn get pregnant with Enver's child?
Enver had been preoccupied with the thought of obtaining a human heir to further his family dynasty since his mother died and in this day and age it was possible to freeze both sperm and eggs, and she wondered if perhaps this was something Enver had done while he was human. Was it possible? The thought of another woman having his child caused her to take a sharp intake of breath, as a pain pierced her heart. A child, a real child, was the one thing Keara would never be able to give her husband and so of course, it was the one thing he seemed to want above all else now that he was feeling his mortality, or rather his immortality.
The sane thing at this point would have been to call to Enver and ask who Caitlyn was. Only when it came to Enver, Keara was, at times, anything but sane. They had a very good relationship or had, right up until he'd taken Shya as a child and broken his promise to her. They were slowly getting back to normal though and she had believed that they would pull through it stronger than ever. The fact was, they had settled into a new routine since he'd broken her heart and while trust, obviously, was still an issue, they were perhaps closer now than they'd ever been. Checking up on Enver had become a habit, one he'd agreed to, and so she regularly peeked into his mind. In doing so she'd never seen anything about this Caitlyn. Rising from the bed, she hastily dressed in a red and black dress made of silk and lace, pulled on and laced up her knee high boots, securing her tome in place as she did so and then disappeared without a word.
As we already know. A sane woman would have asked her husband what was going on. Keara, being who she was, was going to obtain her own answers. The couple owned a number of properties and yet Keara knew just where to start looking. If Enver was keeping anything from her, the answers would likely be in his office at the theatre. It didn't take Keara long to get there, as she skipped through a portal and emerged at the Mausoleum. This was the closest location she had at hand and while hoping on a train would have allowed her to avoid the sewers, this route was considerably quicker and would allow her to rid herself of some of her frustrations if she so chose in the process; which oddly, she did not. Running through the catacombs and up through the sewer she didn't stop to attack a single entity. She could have called her dagger into her hand and had some fun. She could have pulled the creatures a part with her bare hands, and yet she didn't raise a finger to any of the beings she would usually slaughter as she passed them on by. The question needed answering and it needed answering now.
The theatre was busy for a Wednesday night but she didn't stop to consider the reasons as to why as she made her way up to the office. She had one thing on her mind and nothing and nobody was going to get in her way until she'd figured out just who this Caitlyn was and how she fit into her husband's life.
Enver's more mortal secrets were kept in a wall safe in his office. One she knew the location of even if she'd never had any reason to use it up until now. The code too was known to her but even if it wasn't, it wouldn't have taken her long to figure it out as Enver was as obsessed with her, as she was with him, so she would have simply tried all the dates that held any significance to him. Dates that would of course have meaning to them both, such as their wedding anniversary or the date of their more recent binding.
The thick, metal door swung open and Keara peered into the darkness. The safe contained an awful lot of paperwork. A little too much paperwork in fact and so the first thing Keara did was snatch up the thick bundle of files. She moved over to the desk, and while it was a little unnecessary, seeing as how she could see perfectly well in the dark, she flipped on the desk lamp. As it flickered to life, she began to spread the files out across his desk. The folders all looked alike and bore the same logo. It wasn't one she recognised but after opening the first file and flicking through the pages she quickly surmised that it belonged to a detective agency. The one in her hand concerned a young man named Leopold Jenkins, aged sixteen. The information on the boy was unusual and contained things like his school grades, hopes and aspirations. There were a few candid shots of the kid too. Keara stared at the photos for a few moments and then set the folder aside in favour of another. This belonged to Thyrza Stien, a fifteen year old female. She sat herself at the desk and pored through every file, each one containing the background information of a different child between the age of fifteen and seventeen; Caitlyn Harris being one of the afore mentioned children.
Keara leaned back in Enver's chair and sighed. Her husband was up to something and it took her a moment longer than it should have done to connect the dots; Enver really wanted an heir.
She sat there, her feet crossed at the ankle, as she stared at the files. She'd thought he wanted an actual child. A baby. But no. He wanted an older heir, one that would soon reach adulthood and come into their own. It made sense; in some ways. He would be able to groom the child still but he wouldn't have to go through raising the child and seeing them through their formative years. It was a little like cheating in some ways and the moment she thought it, she smiled. Typical. Enver was skipping the beginning and starting in the middle. Picking a child in it’s teens would allow him to have a better sense of their personality and the person they would become. Information it was impossible to obtain from a baby. Yes, a child could be raised to think and act in a specific way but it would take them many years before they would be in a position to judge the child's true potential.
Files in hand, she returned to the safe only to discover a few more at the back that she hadn't previously noticed. She snatched them up and replaced the ones she'd already looked at. If the files were at the back then this batch was either older, or had already been dismissed. Or so she thought. The first thing she noticed was that one file was a lot thicker than the others and as she opened it up and opened it, her mouth fell open in shock. The first page contained the names of her family. Her human family. She was staring at the start of her own family tree. Without going back to the desk, Keara sank to the floor and began reading through the information it contained. Enver, or rather Enver's detective, had contacted a genealogist and traced her family line. She had two sisters and one brother and the three siblings had spawned generation after generation over the past four hundred years. Some lines had of course died out, but others had thrived. She read it all in amazement. She'd considered that she might have living relatives somewhere in the world but she'd never thought to track any of them down. As she perused the last few pages a few names were circled. There were a few children of the same age as the other's she'd been reading about. The rest of the files in her hand contained their information. Enver had, at least for a moment, considered taking one of her own blood relatives as his heir.
"Amazes me he does," she said to herself, her voice thick with affection.
Enver had been preoccupied with the thought of obtaining a human heir to further his family dynasty since his mother died and in this day and age it was possible to freeze both sperm and eggs, and she wondered if perhaps this was something Enver had done while he was human. Was it possible? The thought of another woman having his child caused her to take a sharp intake of breath, as a pain pierced her heart. A child, a real child, was the one thing Keara would never be able to give her husband and so of course, it was the one thing he seemed to want above all else now that he was feeling his mortality, or rather his immortality.
The sane thing at this point would have been to call to Enver and ask who Caitlyn was. Only when it came to Enver, Keara was, at times, anything but sane. They had a very good relationship or had, right up until he'd taken Shya as a child and broken his promise to her. They were slowly getting back to normal though and she had believed that they would pull through it stronger than ever. The fact was, they had settled into a new routine since he'd broken her heart and while trust, obviously, was still an issue, they were perhaps closer now than they'd ever been. Checking up on Enver had become a habit, one he'd agreed to, and so she regularly peeked into his mind. In doing so she'd never seen anything about this Caitlyn. Rising from the bed, she hastily dressed in a red and black dress made of silk and lace, pulled on and laced up her knee high boots, securing her tome in place as she did so and then disappeared without a word.
As we already know. A sane woman would have asked her husband what was going on. Keara, being who she was, was going to obtain her own answers. The couple owned a number of properties and yet Keara knew just where to start looking. If Enver was keeping anything from her, the answers would likely be in his office at the theatre. It didn't take Keara long to get there, as she skipped through a portal and emerged at the Mausoleum. This was the closest location she had at hand and while hoping on a train would have allowed her to avoid the sewers, this route was considerably quicker and would allow her to rid herself of some of her frustrations if she so chose in the process; which oddly, she did not. Running through the catacombs and up through the sewer she didn't stop to attack a single entity. She could have called her dagger into her hand and had some fun. She could have pulled the creatures a part with her bare hands, and yet she didn't raise a finger to any of the beings she would usually slaughter as she passed them on by. The question needed answering and it needed answering now.
The theatre was busy for a Wednesday night but she didn't stop to consider the reasons as to why as she made her way up to the office. She had one thing on her mind and nothing and nobody was going to get in her way until she'd figured out just who this Caitlyn was and how she fit into her husband's life.
Enver's more mortal secrets were kept in a wall safe in his office. One she knew the location of even if she'd never had any reason to use it up until now. The code too was known to her but even if it wasn't, it wouldn't have taken her long to figure it out as Enver was as obsessed with her, as she was with him, so she would have simply tried all the dates that held any significance to him. Dates that would of course have meaning to them both, such as their wedding anniversary or the date of their more recent binding.
The thick, metal door swung open and Keara peered into the darkness. The safe contained an awful lot of paperwork. A little too much paperwork in fact and so the first thing Keara did was snatch up the thick bundle of files. She moved over to the desk, and while it was a little unnecessary, seeing as how she could see perfectly well in the dark, she flipped on the desk lamp. As it flickered to life, she began to spread the files out across his desk. The folders all looked alike and bore the same logo. It wasn't one she recognised but after opening the first file and flicking through the pages she quickly surmised that it belonged to a detective agency. The one in her hand concerned a young man named Leopold Jenkins, aged sixteen. The information on the boy was unusual and contained things like his school grades, hopes and aspirations. There were a few candid shots of the kid too. Keara stared at the photos for a few moments and then set the folder aside in favour of another. This belonged to Thyrza Stien, a fifteen year old female. She sat herself at the desk and pored through every file, each one containing the background information of a different child between the age of fifteen and seventeen; Caitlyn Harris being one of the afore mentioned children.
Keara leaned back in Enver's chair and sighed. Her husband was up to something and it took her a moment longer than it should have done to connect the dots; Enver really wanted an heir.
She sat there, her feet crossed at the ankle, as she stared at the files. She'd thought he wanted an actual child. A baby. But no. He wanted an older heir, one that would soon reach adulthood and come into their own. It made sense; in some ways. He would be able to groom the child still but he wouldn't have to go through raising the child and seeing them through their formative years. It was a little like cheating in some ways and the moment she thought it, she smiled. Typical. Enver was skipping the beginning and starting in the middle. Picking a child in it’s teens would allow him to have a better sense of their personality and the person they would become. Information it was impossible to obtain from a baby. Yes, a child could be raised to think and act in a specific way but it would take them many years before they would be in a position to judge the child's true potential.
Files in hand, she returned to the safe only to discover a few more at the back that she hadn't previously noticed. She snatched them up and replaced the ones she'd already looked at. If the files were at the back then this batch was either older, or had already been dismissed. Or so she thought. The first thing she noticed was that one file was a lot thicker than the others and as she opened it up and opened it, her mouth fell open in shock. The first page contained the names of her family. Her human family. She was staring at the start of her own family tree. Without going back to the desk, Keara sank to the floor and began reading through the information it contained. Enver, or rather Enver's detective, had contacted a genealogist and traced her family line. She had two sisters and one brother and the three siblings had spawned generation after generation over the past four hundred years. Some lines had of course died out, but others had thrived. She read it all in amazement. She'd considered that she might have living relatives somewhere in the world but she'd never thought to track any of them down. As she perused the last few pages a few names were circled. There were a few children of the same age as the other's she'd been reading about. The rest of the files in her hand contained their information. Enver had, at least for a moment, considered taking one of her own blood relatives as his heir.
"Amazes me he does," she said to herself, her voice thick with affection.