<div class="floatleft">(http://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0xWA8nPM6Nk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/o6QRVVMyj2Q/s512-c/photo.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: Magdalena Villemont<br/><strong> Location:</strong>The Bronx<br/><strong> Tagged:</strong>Sasha, Soveryn<br/><br/>The presence of Fredrick was treated much as one might handle a bit of expensive furniture or artwork.  He was, for her, an item to be used as necessary and discarded when necessary.  Magdalena would never mistreat her prized property, but neither would she allow him to think himself anything more to her.  Decades had been spent in an attempt to understand the subtle influence of her presence on him, to understand the limits she could push a ghoul before they broke.  The exact method was more art than science, so she resigned herself to treating each accordingly.  Fredrick thus far had proven a marvelous success.  So when he hesitated and seemed to hold reserved feelings regarding her orders, Magdalena did not treat him so harshly.  Simply a strike to his cheek would quell most rebellious thoughts.<br/><br/>Slowing down at the incident on the street prompted such a slap as she reached forward to lightly brushed her fingers to his cheek.  “Now, now Fredrick be kind to those with lesser fortune than ourselves. “  The words were spoken as she then lifted her fingers for the car to halt on the street.  A Lexus of Diamond white ceased to move on the street as if observing the brutal battle approaching the alleyway.  A single tinted window of the rear passenger began to roll down so that a pair of dark eyes could stare onto the night’s mischief.  Then the window rolled up once more and she flicked her fingers forward so that he might continue.<br/><br/>“Do be a dear and notify the police Fredrick.  We don’t want such riff raff plaguing the city.”