! A/N: So I decided to do something different, just this once, here's a short chapter that focuses on good ole Russ and his discovery of his daughter's whereabouts and his subsequent thoughts and actions. It's not much but the idea got stuck in my mind and I couldn't not write it. He's a bit of a cruel bastard so, y'know, sorry?
He found her. After thirteen years of searching, he finally found her.
He spent five years lying low because of that cop, the one who adopted his daughter until he met his untimely end. After that he had to rebuild his life, change his name, get a new job, a home, a respectable reputation as Trevor Dixon – car sales manager at Daryl's Automotors in Dayton.
Yes, he had spent a lot of time working on making himself seem like a regular Joe on the outside, while on the inside all he could think about was Lucy. She should have been the easiest to kill, she was the youngest, the weakest, but she must have had a guardian angel looking over her.
He had imagined seeing her again. Year after year he imagined how she'd look, what she'd be doing, how he'd finally dispose of her. He must have gone over every possible method to kill her; his mind wasn't exactly a pleasant place to anyone but him.
And then, fate struck. He was in Lima for business-related reasons when he spotted her in the restaurant where he decided to eat that night. She was seventeen by now and all grown up but he immediately recognised her as his little Lucy.
She was sitting across from a brunette and was smiling. She was smiling. He felt rage bubble inside, thinking that she shouldn't be smiling after what happened to her. She didn't get to be okay after what he did. What kind of monster recovered from that? Lucille reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind the brunette's ear and he growled lowly. The touch was intimate, too intimate for them to be just friends.
He lost his appetite and decided to wait in his car. He would follow Lucille – and her friend – and he would finish what he started.
His daughter was a killer. Like him.
He chuckled as he watched the blonde dump a black garbage bag in the river before heading back inside the barn. He put down his binoculars on the empty passenger seat and his chuckle turned into laughter.
She was a cool-blooded murdered. He had turned her into a monster. He had successfully killed the girl that used to be Lucy – his sweet and innocent daughter. That night he dreamed of the-girl-that-used-to-be-Lucy, of the two of them, father and daughter, going on a killing spree across the country. A trail of blood would be their legacy; a trail of destruction, misery, heartbreak and despair.
He watched her get in her car and he once again followed her home. The house he assumed was her home was actually the brunette's home and he slammed his hands down onto the steering wheel as he watched them locked in a passionate embrace on the front porch.
This girl was an anomaly. Monsters didn't love, they destroyed, they ruined. His daughter was being held back by the girl and he would make sure that there were no distractions. He wants her to reach her full potential and he'd make damn sure she does.
Quinn. That's what she's being called now. He remembers Judy insisting on having Quinn as the girl's middle name, if not her first. The rage was back, knowing that Lucille was still under Judy's influence and not his. At least she hadn't changed her last name.
He finds out where she lives and soon gathers that she's living with a single woman. She looks friendly, with kind bright blue-gray eyes, black hair that falls over her shoulders and an easy smile and he suddenly knows what to do in order to get to Quinn.
He apologises profusely as he 'accidentally' rolls his cart over her foot and she smiles at him, telling him it's no big deal but he insists on buying her a coffee to ease his guilt. She says yes and he has found his in.
Daryl agrees to relocate him to the Lima branch and he ends up renting an apartment not far from McKinley High. He starts dating Gwendolyn and slowly he begins to ask about Quinn. He learns that Gwendolyn adopted her at the age of ten and that she's never had any real trouble with the girl but that's a bit stand-offish and emotionally cool because of a personal trauma. She won't go into detail about said trauma but Russell knows and again he feels proud of what he created.
The girl corrupting his daughter is called Rachel Berry – he inwardly scoffs at the ridiculous name – and the two have been dating for a few months; Gwendolyn isn't exactly sure how long because Quinn isn't exactly forthcoming with personal information. She talks a bit about Rachel, how she's a joy to have around and how she's really good for her daughter. He wants to lunge across the table and smother her in her pasta when she says the words (her daughter) but all he does is nod his head and chuckle, mumbling something about young love.
Gwendolyn calls him and tells him Quinn is in the hospital; she took a tumble off a pyramid – he doesn't quite understand – and it's serious so he offers to drive her to the hospital, saying she is in no state to drive. She agrees and he finds out which room his daughter is in. He drives Gwendolyn home and returns. Quinn's eyes flutter open and focus on him. He feels giddy that she's finally aware of his presence but she's too loopy from the medication and she passes out again before he can talk to her.
After that he can tell that she's aware of his presence. She's always looking around, her posture tense and ready and he enjoys playing with her. That's why he leaves her a pint of Ben & Jerry's and a note.
He watches her avoid the small girl and he knows what she's doing; she's trying to keep her safe. It amuses him and yet, it makes him break his travel mug in fury. She's not supposed to protect anyone, least of all a girl. It's wrong, it's a sin and he won't have his daughter sinning.
The girl needs to go.
The television is playing and Gwendolyn is chattering but he can't focus on anything but the front door. It's late Sunday afternoon and he's going to meet his daughter today. He's tired of waiting. It's time to up the game.
He's getting tired of Gwendolyn, as well. Once he gets Quinn he can stop pretending. It's disgusting him but it's a sacrifice he has to make and he does it willingly.
Finally. The front door opens and Rachel enters the living room first. His fists clench but he schools his features into a pleasant smile until a taller blonde appears behind the brunette.
His daughter looks at him and he can tell she's scared. He revels in it but she's gone all too fast; pulled away by the other girl. He briefly wonders exactly how much this Rachel knows before determining that she knows too much.
Now that he's shown his face he needs to act fast before his plans can be thwarted by something as silly as a squad of police officers. Nothing and no one will keep him from getting his girl and destroying her for good.