[center][b][color=FF0000][sup][h1]R E N E  B E L M O N T[/h1][/sup][/color][/b][/center]
[COLOR=FF0000][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Special Zone, 2021[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][sup][color=darkgray]WareHouse District, 8:55pm[/color][/sup][/INDENT][/INDENT]

There was something almost comical about the events tonight. Rene Belmont in his eight hundred years had never called a council meeting. Oh he attended when other meetings were scheduled, but to call one of his own. No that wasn’t his style. Which was most likely why the other members were either on edge or curious about his intentions. It was amusing. Rene placed his phone down on the seat next to him, as he looked out the window of the vehicle. He had just ended his call with Nicholas a few short minutes before. The old blood had been rather neutral about the news but he knew better. Nicholas wanted nothing to do with the council and Rene could not blame him. Fifty years was a long time to hold onto a grudge, but the old blood had reason. 

Nicholas was a shell of his former self. The murder of the Lady Eve had broken him in ways the council hadn’t forseen. They could have stopped his descent but chose not to. Instead allowing his grief to forge him into a weapon, a very deadly one. The council liked to pretend that Nicholas was some kind of monster. However his transformation was just as much his own fault as it was theirs. Those were...dark days. Rene remembered them quite vividly. He’d been opposed to using the old blood as a tool, but out voted two to one. Many had believed he would defy the will of the council and rebel, fortunately for them that wasn’t how Rene opperated.  He had a longer game and if tonight’s bit of theater panned out.  Rene would be moving another piece on the board. “We are arriving my lord.” His chauffeur announced, turning into the lot that housed the meeting location. 

Rene nodded to confirm but kept his gaze trained on the images outside his window. There were a few cars stationed outside the building. Rene recognized some of them. The first vehicle he noticed belonged to Lady Eve. Rene watched as Audrielle stood outside looking far from enthusiastic. She obviously didn’t want to attend tonight's event. Aida and Louis were also present but that was expected. The two caretakers never seemed to leave the young source bloods side. Rene sympathized with Audrielle, she clearly didn’t have a moment of reprieve with those two hovering. He watched as they disappeared inside. Rene stepped out of the car. He adjusted his suit as he eyed the second automobile in the lot. It belonged to someone he knew all too well. “Simon. Simon. Simon.” Rene shook his head lazily. “Should have known you would be ridiculously on time.” 

Oldest of the four source bloods and ever prompt. [i]Simon Heartwell.[/i] Rene wasn’t surprised to see the the leader of the void bloodline present tonight. Simon never missed a session involving the covens. He also was probably curious as to the nature Rene had called this meeting like many others.  Not that he had any intention of showing his card just yet. Sliding his hand into his jacket pocket, Rene began walking away from the lot towards the building. He knew a few others than Simon, Audrielle and her entourage were already inside.  So his presence was one of the few that were [i]fashionably[/i] late. Rene pushed open the door and stepped inside. The hallway he walked along wasn’t long and quickly led him into the main room housing his esteemed council members. 

“I see I am the near last to arrive.” He announced as he took his seat at the other end of the table. “My apologies for arriving so late.” His statement was empathetic but everyone could see Rene was far from apologetic. “Enough with the dramatics Rene.” Simon’s calm yet stern voice came from the other end of the table. It was time for this meeting to begin. He was used to the younger source blood’s antics and occasionally even entertained them. However, tonight was different. Rene had called for this meeting and Simon wanted to know why. “You wanted this meeting.  We are here.” Simon motioned around the table. “ Now tell us why.” Rene smiled at Simon’s little push. 

The meeting had barely even begun and the older source blood was demanding answers.  Rene would of course oblige him...eventually. For now he would only give a taste of what he had in store. “So pushy Simon.” He leaned back into the chair,  positioning himself comfortably. “We’ve only just arrived and you want to talk business.” Rene’s hand theatrically  “How borish of you. Why, I haven't  even had a chance to welcome our dear Lady Eve to the table.” He nodded in acknowledgement to Audrielle, ignoring Simon’s piercing gaze. Rene so enjoyed winding him up. 

However Simon was right. Rene did need to give them something to get these proceedings going. If he allowed his behavior to delay this any further. What he truly wish to gain would be placed out of reach. Rene had a goal, so he shifted tactics. The playful glint left his eyes and his smirk turned to stone. “You asked me why I called this meeting Simon.” Rene looked to the elder vampire,  but his gaze slowly began to circle around the table. “It's simple.” His head stopped til his gaze landed on someone particular. “I called this meeting in regards to…[i]Audrielle[/i]"