It was no secret what her father Alexandre Belrose did for a living, a Mafia boss, one that was a very respected man, no one dared to get on the wrong side of him, aware of what he did daily, he was a very skilled man. The Belrose’s were very wealthy, there wasn’t a chance to deny that, their home was beautiful and large, the expensive taste, as her mother Juliet liked to point out.
As she lingered in the streets of London, her home town, the ebony haired noticed something out of the ordinary, but chose to ignore it, chose to ignore the slightest bit of something appearing different - as though she had studied the streets of London, due to her time living in the busy town. Allowing her high heeled shoes to clog upon the cobbled streets, today had been a very busy and stressful day, working at Borgin and Burkes, which was still missing an creative name for the company, after all she couldn’t keep the original owners names as the shop title. It was booming, it was becoming busy, the shop door wouldn’t stop opening, the faces of customers, the questions that were directed at her about the objects that had lingered in her shop. She had done this, her and her husband James had created the business and now it was extremely perfect - the profits were incredibly high and that wasn’t exactly hard.
Turning the corner towards a short cut to her home, the five foot four was greeted by two very large masked males, their faces covered by the very dark colour, one of males had placed their hand over her mouth, to stop her from making any sort of noise - to attract any sort of attention from the public, to alert them that someone, a female was in trouble. Watching with her rather terrified, chocolate wide hues, as she witnessed one of the males grabbing something from in his pocket, something to silence her - tape. As they apparated to an abandoned warehouse, it was a rather revolting smell as she was placed upon something, a bed, and her body checked for any sharp objects that could be used, even despite being a vampire, she was no match for the larger males, after all they were probably about two hundred pounds bigger then her diminutive size.
Anton had forcefully grabbed hold of her wrists and chained her to the bed, ensuring his own safety, that she wasn’t going anywhere. “You know why your here Orla, your father has wronged us, he owes us money and we know that if he finds out that his only daughter has disappeared without a trace, then maybe he’ll get the message, if not then he truly didn’t care about you, what a pity, your very attractive” He whispered softly, allowing himself to demand for the other male, David to call for the attention of a third male that was going to enjoy torturing this female, like them. “Alistair, we’ve got a feisty one here, you ought to see to her!” Anton chuckled darkly before allowing himself to leave the room, as Orla awaited, her body trembling with fear, why did they take her? If they wanted her father so badly, then why hadn’t they got him? All the questions that she wanted to ask, but no one was here, her cries muffled by the tape over her blood like lips.