It had been a long year. He'd followed one lead after another, trying to find some tidbit or scrap of news about his mother or her family. It had been mostly dead-ends, he'd left home with no warning. He'd had a conversation earlier in the day, before he left, with his brother; he hadn't thought it'd gone well. But at this point, Finn knew it was something he needed to do. He wanted to know the why of his birth and subsequent abandonment shortly afterwards. He wanted to know why, his mother, the woman who was supposed to love him more than life itself, didn't want him. He had no right calling her his mother, she wasn't, she was just some fucked up woman who didn't want to take responsibility for her actions. He faulted her for it. But he still wanted to know why.

He'd had a name, Valentina, whether it was a first or last name he wouldn't find out. There'd been a tidbit when he was small from his father that the woman who was his mother was from Virginia. Near the beach he thought. He'd hitchhiked his way to Virginia Beach, not exactly sure what he was looking for. He spent weeks there, searching local newspapers, talking to random strangers. He slept on park benches and under the stars on the beach until the patrols ran him off. He lifted cars and pawned them off for information. Eventually he'd gotten another snipped, there'd been a very numerous family named Valentina in the area, they'd dated back hundreds of years and then in the blink of an eye they all up and moved. One person said Florida, another said Ohio and still some even said California.

But one, just one person, a girl no older than 12 told of secret rituals done behind the high walls, screams that sounded every once in awhile. The way people avoided the manor house. He had had her take him there, despite the fear in her voice. She'd left him at the gates, telling him it was okay to climb over the wall, that the electric surrounding it was disabled. Then she disappeared and he climbed the wall and let himself into the manor house. It was massive and white sheets covered every bit of furniture as if they were coming home at a moments notice. He wandered the house, looking in bedrooms and the kitchen before finding a study. There were papers scattered on the desk as if someone had thrown them down and didn't bother picking them up. But he did. A word was scribbled under a printed out map, on the map a city was circled in red. Sacrosanct, Hunters. He still wasn't sure what it meant but he knew he had to go home. To his family, to his siblings.

He had been gone for too long, his heart leaped in his chest when he was finally able to walk the streets of Sacrosanct. While he'd never actually been to his brother's apartment in what seemed like ages (he was tired of living like a vagabond) he knew the general vicinity. He stopped at the nearest convenience store, dropping subtle hints and before long he was standing outside of an apartment. He made his way to the door, making sure it was actually his brothers. There were small marks that he knew, before he picked the lock (Why use a key, even if he had one?) and let himself in. Finn wasn't necessarily a cat person but Dav had always been and it further cemented that this was his brother's humble abode. It even smelled like him.

He set his package down on the floor by the couch, dropping down and kicking his feet up and lighting a cigarette that hung loosely from his lips. He wasn't sure how long he would have to wait, probably not long, to kill some time he took out a beer and cracked it open on the nearest table before taking a long gulp. It wasn't too long after that he heard the creak of a floor board.