Eric sipped at his coffee, sighing to himself as he read some documents. Things weren't going too well with his son's condition, and Evey's daughter's little 'accident' was putting more pressure to the tons he already had. His wife would constantly argue on whether they should continue their son's life and hope that he really isn't a vegetable or just let him slip off into the sleep he would never wake from.
"It's been a while, Mr. Finch has it not?" A silken voice sounded in the darkness.
Snorting coffee up his nose and coughing, gaging, and sneezing it everywhere was the next thing Eric realized he was doing. Wiping at his nose he spun around to see who had given him the unpleasant experience, only to meet a Guy Fawkes mask.
"Dear god…it's you….you're dead! You're supposed to be DEAD!" Finch sputtered, his face flushing to an extreme red as panic flooded him.
"What does he mean dead? Are you a criminal? Also Mr. Finch you need to calm down, you look like a cherry tomato on acid…I mean um…ignore that." Vivienne darted back and forth to Mr. Finch and the 'Mysterious' man. ((you guys know so shh! Don't break the 4th wall! Vivienne can't know yet!))
"Are you with….him? Or did he-"Eric was cut off by a cock of the Fawkes mask and a flash of knives in sheaths before the cloak returned to hiding everything about the man except the chilling mask as it leaned in.
"I think it would be a bit…rude…to mention that. I will tell her when the time comes. For now, your lips are sealed." The man dipped his head ever so slightly as to let Eric know that he was serious.
Eric coughed a couple of times out of nervousness as the man resumed his tall stature. "Um anyways…I was going to ask why in the world you guys even came here in the first place."
Vivienne sighed, looking to the side as she failed to conceal her tears budding at her eyes like diamonds made from sadness before walking to the TV and turning it on, revealing the news station declaring Evey as kidnapped.
"That's why" She sniffed.
"Dear god…." Mr. Finch gasped, eyes open in pure shock and fear. "What do I need to do?"
"Well if I were to go in there, I would probably be killed after maybe stunning two guys, but this man offered to help, as he said he knew my mother and had to be concealed from her as he was afraid others would do harm because of him talking to her."
Mr. Finch snorted in response, obviously knowing the truth.
"You are going to bring in your police force, and they will take care of the north part of the place, while this guy right here…" Vivienne pointed to the man before turning back to the page"…will help me rescue mum. He's the one who figured out the location, and we have to hurry to it!"
Mr. Finch sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to do protest against it. "Fine. But!"
"But what?" Vivienne asked, her eyes widening with ambition.
"This man has to promise me he will still talk to you afterwards, especially to your mum. NO more hiding! Understood?" He smiled at Vivienne, who sent a confused one back.
"Ugh, sitting like an observer at one of those giant stadiums where they watch people swing sticks at weird rocks and run around is plain boring! I want to talk to her NOW!"
"Wait for the right time, and you can. Understood?"
"UUUUUGH! I wish I didn't have to listen to your commands Alice!"
"Then beat me….which you cannot do. You haven't learned yet…but you will get to talk to her VERY soon… Lamia…"
"….I'm not a vampire…stupid"