It was a typical afternoon for Sean who was spending it in the quiet of the bookstore, although it was really more of a library considering no one really bought the books. The system was more akin to a library where people came, took a book, and brought it back once they were done. But, Isaac wanted to maintain some sense or illusion of normalcy so there were store clerks that worked the bookstore and since Sean had worked in one before things went to shit... There he was, sitting behind the counter dressed in a light green v-neck t-shirt, black jeans, a chain wallet, and his cane leaning against the wall behind him. The only thing that was not typical of Sean's appearance was the baggy, hooded sweatshirt he huddled into and the sunglasses on his face.

The redhead had a migraine the size of Texas, or at least that was how it felt to him. One could assume that Sean overdid it last night with partying at the Bridge, but he and Daniel had not stayed long after Isaac was done with them. Instead, they'd gotten roped into an evening in with one of their neighbors and ended up falling asleep on the couch. They woke the next day to a dreary, cloudy, and chilly day. Nature sometime had an effect on psychic energy and that day and Sean was feeling it. Most of these days, Sean could keep the worst of the flow of images at bay thanks to the nullifying presence of Daniel, but due to the change in weather... The psychic energy made it difficult to keep his mental shield in place and his headache had started out manageable enough, but as his shift wore on it got increasingly more difficult to block everything out and his head suffered the consequences.

Sean wanted nothing more than to seek out Daniel before dinner, wrap himself up in the other boys arms and sleep for a bit. Any relief that could be afforded, the redhead would be grateful for it. Green eyes darted to the clock on the wall and Sean inwardly groaned. There was at least 30 minutes left of his shift. Thirty minutes before he could hobble out of the store and that was only if the person relieving him was on time, which Laurie, a mother of two, was notoriously late. Sean heaved a sigh and readjusted the hood to block out more light.

He had no idea what time it was nor what day it was. Although Elijah Mason didn't know his disappearance had been almost two months ago, to him, however, it felt like two years. The only thing he knew of his location was it had been a police station of some sort once upon a time. The second thing he knew of his situation was his captors were human and very, very clever. Elijah was dosed daily with enough silver to keep him lucid, coherent, and compliant, but not enough to kill him. He assumed that was a result, to a point, by the blood they used to administer the silver.

Eli had been unconscious during the time they transported him from the safe house to wherever the hell they were now. What he did remember was hazy, but Eli did know that he, Trent, and the rest of the protection crew were completely unprepared for the attack that had come their way. In the ensuing days and weeks of torture, the vampire had been able to piece together during the scant reprieves he was allowed that the Revenant attack on the safe house had not been as random as he originally thought. Presumably his tormenters had led the creatures to their door, exploited a weakness, and took what they wanted. Which, Eli learned, had been him.

He also learned why they wanted him. Who better to tell them everything about Isaac Holt, Territory Leader, than one of his very own Fledglings? Eli, however, was proving to be a tough nut to crack. The information he gave was of little consequence and he had held out long enough to the physical stuff that they were resorting to starving the information they needed out of him now. That was when his fear began to surface.

Eli had known since the beginning that the psychic bond he shared with his maker was not working, he presumed, because of the silver. He could not feel the comforting presence of Isaac, but that was easy to overcome when your only goal for the day was survive the physical torture. It was easier to hope that Isaac would come for him even when it felt like his guts were on fire because of the silver knife stuck in him. But now that he was alone, lying on the cold concrete floor, and not remembering when the last time he'd had any blood? His hope was fading and Eli finally understood in some small way the contempt and disdain his maker held for the humans. Eli only wished he survived long enough to apologize to the older vampire.

Who: Isaac Holt & Introducing Irene Putman
Where: Territory 30, Holt Tower
When: Saturday, June 15th, 2501 @ 8:00pm
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Completed

It was just turning dusk as Irene turned off the unkept freeway and into the Chicago metro area on her motorcycle. There was no traffic, of course, there usually wasn't much to begin with since the collapse but especially not this near to night time. Everyone in their right mind was already well indoors and hidden away from the creatures that came out in the night. Irene wasn't worried for herself so much, she could see the towers ahead of her that was her ultimate destination. It would be close, but she knew she could make it before dark.

The vampire was eager to see Isaac again, as it had been a handful of years since she had checked in. That was totally unlike her considering how loyal she was to him but with everything going to hell in the last few years it had been easy to lose touch and also lose track of the time. She'd started her search at the last place she had known him to live. That being the home he and Diego had been living in together. Upon finding that house basically nonexistent anymore, the vampire's search took her to the leader of that sector where she got the full story of what had gone down. Well, at least the story as far as the other vampire had known it. The important part was that Irene soon had a destination of her maker's final whereabouts, having learned that he was now a territory leader in Chicago.

Just as she had anticipated, the sun was just dipping fully behind the horizon as she pulled to the front of the towers. There were guards there to meet her and she gave them each a friendly greeting. Her helmet was pulled off so that her face was easily seen and, when asked, she told them her name and her intentions. She didn't recognize any of them and she imaged they didn't recognize her either but it was really no matter as she was soon waved into the underground parking garage where she could leave her bike and enter the tower.

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