Destiny Falls

Tristan had taken his time poking about to find information on Rhiannon's house. He'd unpacked his own place and settled in to his environment. Learning the streets between his place and Rhiannon's house hadn't taken long and now he could probably get there blindfolded. He'd also gone and checked out Harvey's school, since that was something he wanted to make sure was run well.

Now it was Friday, and after returning his father's gruff phone calls, he was checking out his club for the first time. It had been closed up and he expected to see damages, but when he opened the doors and stepped inside, the lights all came on and the bar was stocked. Curiously he poked around a little, opening doors and finding little rooms tucked away in dark corners.

He'd called them home, and now they had to report. Talk to him. Look him in the eye and tell him that they were going to stop fucking up. He loved them, but he wouldn't have raised them to be the - squeamish - creatures that they were, his sons.
They were utterly devoid of the devotion they should feel for him, if for nothing more than the fact that he'd saved both of their lives.
Without his blood pumping through their veins, they would be utterly useles. Unlike Miss Smith...
Smiling to himself, he thought he might make an example.

Mr. Sypher stood on the balcony attached to his room, staring out over his island. Somewhere out there someone was crying. Dying. Fucking. Stealing. Killing. Living. Loving. Hating.

He took a deep breath, breathing in the smell of the lives that he was controlling, and smiled.

New ones were coming. He could see the ferry coming in, bringing new life to the island, and that meant one thing. 

"Time to make room, brother," he said softly, sensing his brother standing behind him before he ever spoke.