<strong>Name:</strong>Fredrick, Soveryn<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Manhattan Apartments, in transit to The Bronx, eventually at Van Cortlandt Park<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Magdalena, Sasha<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.wallsave.com/wallpapers/1366x768/handsome/106506/handsome-man-in-suit-charming-fashion-gentleman-get-106506.jpg)<br/><strong>Frederick</strong><br/></div>Frederick's entire life revolved around Magdalena Villemont. As he shut the Lexus door for her and took his place in the driver's seat of the sleek vehicle, he knew that his life would always revolve around her. He was like a moth to the flame, inexorably shifting further and further towards blissful and inevitable destruction, the fate of most ghouls aligned to the Sabbat. However, he did not understand his Mistress' life in such terms. He understood exactly two things:<br/><br/>1) Ms. Villemont was capable of feeding him the most ecstasy-inducing crimson liquid he'd ever had. He knew it might be blood...but he had long since stopped caring.<br/><br/>2) He was madly in love with her. He wasn't sure why...but the joy only she could bring him was a big part of it.<br/><br/>He had a slightly hollow look about him, but overall, the ghoul presented himself in a calm and professional manner. Everything about him was tightly contained and readied to serve Magdalena at her pleasure. He'd gotten more than used to living his life according to her pleasures. She was the type of woman who saw the "bigger picture" of a scenario, and it was up to men like Frederick to sort out the details of it to accommodate her vision. And the poor wretch had no problem with it.<br/><br/>But he hated the Bronx. He knew that if his Mistress was going to the Bronx, something filthy and beneath her required her attention. He drove the Lexus slowly, understanding that the timing and pacing was critical--if she said slow, she meant slow. He did not look at her, but he understood that as her chauffeur, he had to ask about anything she might require. He asked, softly, "Ms. Villemont, will you require any stops along the way?"<br/><br/>He was breezing by Van Cortlandt park,and as he drove, he slowed down at the spectacle of a well-to-do woman in white being set upon by another of his Mistress' kind, a wild chick with fiery hair and claws to match. The one in the white coat was essentially being attacked and forced towards an alleyway at the edge just outside the park, and he suddenly said, "Ms. Villemont, should I speed away?"<br/><br/>In that instant, as the Lexus slowed down, it was obvious that Sasha had leapt forward and dealt some resounding strikes with her powerful hands tipped with those menacing claws, gouging a painful series of slashes on the Toreador woman's abdomen, sending her stumbling and careening--and she turned to run straight towards the alley, where Soveryn awaited in the shadows. Exactly as Sasha ad planned on the fly with her young Lasombra compatriot in the alley.. Out came a knife, and he struck from the darkness, the blade slicing into the tender flesh of the Toreador's thigh, and she lunged at Soveryn, as he was in range--and now she knew where he was at after he had attacked her, hitting him over and over with her fists. The Lasombra would likely need Sasha's aid to finish the bitch off.<br/>