Delays on my posting here, but due to incidents outside my power.
The Threat has been following me. He never did this before, but perhaps it's because He has been having success as of late. I caught up on some of the bloggers tonight. We have lost quite a few of them lately. The Threat and his minions have had luck on their side moreso than in the past year, so maybe they think they can finally get rid of me. However, I repeat, they THINK they can.
Just because I'm over 2000 years old, doesn't mean I'm going to be eliminated so easily.
One of my safehouses was destroyed last week, because two of his minions found and infiltrated it. One was male, and the other was female. When they spoke, I recognized the voices as being two of the three voices in videos from OutOfTheLie after Lucien's ex fiancee was killed. The female stood back and let the male attack me. There were two things I noticed about him that really made me curious. The first was the tattoo he had on his forehead. It looked very similar to what everybody refers to as the Operator Symbol, but it also looked like it was crossed with the Greek letter for Omega. The second thing I noticed, which I'm sure he didn't mean for me to see, was the badge hanging from his side.
FBI.
Fisk sent him. From the video, he was searching for Lucien. Maybe he thought he could find Lucien's location through me. Being an FBI agent, I was surprised that he didn't pull out a gun or any type of firearm. Instead, he pulled out two katanas. Sword-fighting, I haven't done that in over 200 years. I managed to disarm him of one of the swords, but I struggled in the fight against him. Still got the stab wounds in my stomach to prove it. I managed to knock him unconscious, and took a quick look at his badge to get a name: Whistler.
I then turned my attention to the female, who simply continued standing there and observing.
"And what about you? Dare to try your hand against an immortal?" I asked. She took off the mask that she had been wearing and replied with that familiar voice by saying, "You wouldn't dare strike your wife and mother of your child, would you?"
I gasped. That's why the voice was so familiar to me. It was Leonora, my wife. But the problem was this: we were married back in the late 1800s/early 1900s in London. How could she still be alive, and look exactly the same as 100 years ago?
Leonora: Wondering how I still have my youth? It's the same as you, my former lover: I've gained eternal life.
Me: But how?
L: Let's just say I made a deal with the devil, of sorts. That "Threat" you were always so obsessed with? The reason that you left me and our son behind? He's offered us a wonderful deal.
M: If you understood my research, you would remember that a deal with him is one-sided. He'll get what he wants, then discard you.
L: I don't care if he does. We just want our revenge for the way you hurt us.
M: We?
L: Yes, we. Myself, and our son, Tobias. You think he was just gonna sit by and do nothing about the father who abandoned him?
M: I apologize for what I did back then, but you knew how important all of this was, still is, to me. I've spent nearly my entire life trying to find a way to defeat this monster.
L: There is no defeating him, love. He is eternal. The only way to ensure survival is to join with him.
M: After everybody I lost because of him, you expect me to throw away everything I've done and learned?
L: Just consider this: we know about your little protege, Lucien. Our Master wishes him eliminated. He promised us that if we eliminate Lucien for Him, then He will help us take our revenge on you.
M: If you want your revenge, just take it. Leave Lucien out of it.
L: Ah, but you care about that boy. What better way to hurt you then by hurting him? We know where he is. Tobias has been following him. The Master wants him dead before his memory returns, if it even does. However, I will consider a possible deal with you.
M: What do you want?
L: Ah, ah, ah. I cannot say right now. If you wish to discuss the matter, you will meet me on May 19th at Greystone.
After saying that, she pulled out a bottle that was filled with liquid and a rag. A molotov cocktail. She lit it and threw it. I immediately ran out of there before the fire was able to spread. Leonora was nowhere to be found. I didn't find any trace of Whistler's body either, so there's a good chance he escaped.
I guess I have some explaining to do, about Leonora and Tobias. That will be for another day.
-The Count
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