Taking some cues from the novel, this is Brigid first noticing an attraction to Fontaine. I own nothing, just the thoughts that run through my head.


This was a sight not intended for her eyes. At least not yet. She had heard of how Fontaine 'settled' his 'disagreements' but this was her first time bearing witness to it. First she heard the 'negotiating' down the hall. His loud voice that always seemed to hint at darker places now sounded like an animal that had been caged too long. A normal person may have turned away but Brigid moved on in morbid fascination. The secretary had long since moved from her post and she could see the silhouette of his actions through the glass.

Other men might have someone else 'argue' for them but not Fontaine. There were but two people in that room her recent employer and the man who's face was currently meeting the end of his fist. She had but moments to move away from the door and as the 'disagreement' came outside.

"You hear me!" His voice rasped shoving the man to the wall his fist bloodied and clothing askew. For the first time she noticed there were firm lean muscles hidden under suits that never quite suited him. "I don't give a damn if the cops are gettin' wise, you get back out there and GET MY PRODUCT!" All the man could do was nod as Fontaines grip tightened around his neck. Such brutality reminded her of the camps. And she knew better than most that fear could instill great loyalty.

The man limped off hardly even noticing her, not that Fontaine was much different, and her breath hitched as she watched him come down from the high of blood lust. Heavy breaths that shook his whole body. She wondered briefly what this was? Her eyes would not be moved. But there was no fear not even when he turned to her.

"I need more test subjects." She said simply, after all this was why she came here.

He smiled at her a bit of blood splattered on his face. "Oh yeah? Luck would have it I got a few in mind."