@brightclara location: Clara’s LAB wherever that may be notes: disappointed mom, rebellious son
Things came with an expiry, people, but relationships most of all. It wasn’t as though Renfield didn’t expect it, he was waiting for it. Clara had history with The Eye, but morality was about cause and effect - there was an end goal in mind here and something like a relationship was not a rational enough reason to stand down. Given recent events, there was a shoe that was going to drop, one way or another Clara would find out the truth. Now and then his mind puzzled over what she might say, he shelved those thoughts and processed them elsewhere as he went about his rituals and his routines. Guilt found its way into his mind as well, but things like emotions were easy to set aside, necessary even. Renfield was not a sadist, even sedated he’d gotten no thrill from cutting or infiltrating the bodies and minds of his subjects over the last century. There was an end goal in mind, that’s what he was working towards.
Clara had performed a surgery recently, the alpha that Renfield had cautioned Sanem was growing out of control was officially off leash. The Overseer had been confident that the implant was impossible to remove, naturally, Ren knew better. There was one person in the city besides himself with the awareness of supernatural healing factors, anatomy, and surgical experience to be able to pull it off without corking the guy or killing him on the table. Still, the feat was no small accomplishment. Too few, perhaps most people besides him would be able to recognize that.
While the device was still sending a signal, it was clearly being... Meddled with, when Clara called him he feigned pedantic ignorance and appeared in the doorway of her lab like a specter. Genius came and went, at least as far as mortals were concerned, Clara was different. Supernatural and immortal, perhaps the closest to someone that would be able to understand him. But even she, for all her brilliance, had misjudged him. Ren loved her, and he felt guilty. Grief and anguish that went beyond description, but these two had a place elsewhere in his mind. Once there had been a man who sought to use Renfield, and used he was for centuries his mind and his blood fed Vlad’s sycophantic obsessions. He pulled people apart because he wanted to see what they looked like inside - how long could a lycan’s heart beat outside of its body. Stupid questions of a primitive mind.
By the time Ren met Clara, the hollowborn was already resolved towards his path.
“I got your message.” Renfield said as he approached the other’s workstation, “New toy?”












