Sebastian | Oliver (trickarrow) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-06-19 19:47:00 |
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Who: Sebastian Vance-Price
What: Family Business
Where: Italy
When: Recent
Warnings/Rating: Some mentions of violence.
When his father had warned him that things were getting sticky, he hadn't been exaggerating. Pressure from outside, barely disguised threats of violence, and the thought was that perhaps Sebastian could smooth things over, that perhaps they would respond better to a young man with the warm eyes and the charming smile than they would the harder-edged head of the Price family. And perhaps, it might have gone better, but they were already on edge, ready to spill over at a moments notice, and no one had predicted it would happen when Sebastian was there, or no one would have sent him in solo with only a pair of guards with him.
It was an ambush, plain and simple, and when everything was said and done, three people were dead, more were injured, and the heir-apparent of the Price family was bleeding. He was carried out, half-conscious with pain, a folded towel pressed against his left arm to staunch the bleeding. There were plans in place, obviously, plans that no one wanted to have to carry out, but the plans likely saved the young man's life as he was taken off to private doctors, people who could take care of a multitude of injuries without raising too many questions by the local Polizio de Stato or the Guardia di Finanza. Through it all, worried eyes upon him by his family, others he had grown up with over the years, Sebastian had only one thought in mind.
Nell.
Blackness took hold of him some moments later, whisking him away from the pain in his arm and the sweet sleep of the medicated.