Series 1/Chapter 9: DEEPENING NIGHTMARES

The Nightmare

The Hotel St. Filipe in downtown Savannah was built to resemble a late 19th century Georgia townhouse but triple the size. All the hallways on all of the floors was carpeted with red carpet with 6 inch gold border. The walls were papered in light colored paper that when seen up close showed large bars of light gold and white stripes. 

The light fixtures too were of the same time as the hotel was meant to emulate, all gold painted and shaped like ferns coming out of the walls with three extended light bubs covered in a foggy glass that illuminated a the yellow glow of electricity through the entire place.

On this night, Caitlyn and Nick slept in their room that just the night before had seen an intruder, a shape-shifting witch morphing her face into Caitlyn's and tricking Nick into sleeping with her. Nick's own mind was aware of the strange feeling that the woman he slept with was not actually his beautiful Caitlyn, perhaps it was a dream, some sort of weird sleep that came over him showing him his own fantasies. 

But it happened. In real life. And now, the witch was with child, one she'd use to build up her powers by giving it as a gift to the dark lord, Caspian Casador. 

In their deep sleep, Caitlyn and Nick seeped into their dreams. A cloudy world formed by their minds that swirled of shadowy images of things that they could not see yet see perfectly clear in their own forms.

In Caitlyn's dream she felt as if she were floating in a dark fog. Something kept her up in the air, something unnatural and cold. She tried and tried to bring herself to whatever surface was below her but it seemed impossible. She struggled in the fog. But the dark world around her held her in place. She tried to cry out for Nick but nothing came out of her mouth.

She could sense though that she wasn't alone in her dark dream. She was being watched and whatever was watching her was controlling how she moved and floated inside her own dream.

In the distance of the darkness, Caitlyn could see two red dots that seemed to get closer and closer to her. She attempted to make out what they were. Two unembodied floating dots that darted back and forth in front of here far off in the foggy blackness of her dream. 

While floating there, her arms extended to one side, her legs back behind her as if she were laying on an invisible bed on her stomach, the two dots, then revealed themselves to be eyes,. and the eyes continued to watch her. 

She called out to the eyes or the thing attached to them, asking what they wanted. But again nothing came out of her mouth. She just seemed to be something interesting for the two dots, the eyes, to observe and connect with and learn from. 

What was she? Who was she? Where did she come from? How did she get here? All of those questions being answered telepathically through the connection of Caitlyn's dream.

Then--the eyes rushed from the darker exteriors of her dream and came right in front of her. A face formed. A beautiful handsome face. The eyes turned from red to amber. He looked at her up close. She felt a shiver in her body going back and forth up the bones of her spine. She looked deep into her eyes, this creature with the red eyes and saw that he was part of her and she was part of him.

It was Caspian. He had found his second Coin. Infiltrated her dreams. Saw her. Knew her. Felt her. 

His daughter. The secret child Cressida gave birth to. Lied about. And hid. 

"Caitlyn......................................" the handsome main hissed.

Caitlyn then screamed. The sound finally releasing in her dream. 

Laying next to Caitlyn was her beloved Nick. The man Morgan had tricked, and bewitched into believing he was making love to Caitlyn. In his dream....the same. 

Floating with this arms extended outward. His legs back behind him in a black void. 

Two red dots floating in the distance. The same from Caitlyn's dreams. They floated. They darted back and forth in the blackness that surrounded Nick. He tried to reach out but his arms were locked in place as if being tired tightly to a bed post. But Nick was different than Caitlyn. He had his own powers. Given to him by the ancestors that came before him of his native tribe. He was the son of the son of the son of the son of the son of a great Chief. A man who saw through the cruelty of the world and connected with nature and saw things ways no one else could see.

Nick saw things the way no one else could see, and Caspian, now building his own controlling thrown inside Caitlyn and Nick's mind bit off more than he could chew.

Nick, in his dream, closed his eyes and squeezed his fists tightly and held his breath pulling his control back of his own dream in to his own body and mind. The Darkness around him created by Caspian's mind control soon started to turn from completely blackness to gray and light began to seep in as if the night was turning to dawn.

Caspian, his eyes red like blood, whooshed forward from the darkness and came close to Nick's face, with eyes still closed his fists still tightly balled up.

"You're a special one." Caspian's voice hissed as he then showed his face.

Back in Caitlyn's dream Caspian turned her around so that she was now standing and face him. He reached out for her to touch and feel how powerful she was. She pulled away. She tried to run but was trapped. He controlled her. He had her in his grips, telepathically, and she could not escape.

"What are you? What ARE YOU?" She screamed. 

He smiled at her an evil grin happy to see her finally speaking, a voice he found sweet and lovely. His daughter's voice. 

"Touch my hands and feel my heart beat and you will know." Caspian replied. 

Caitlyn hesitated then slowly reached out her hands.

Nick began to turn his own body around in the floating brightening void. Impressed, Caspian only watched to see what he'd do. He had never seen or known a mortal with these types of inherited powers. He had always been himself a man of great supernatural abilities but those her earned and he also gave other's their strengths and gifts, Nick's were given to him biologically, passed down from generation to generation.

Then, Nick's feet hit the strange surface of the voice. A solid place with an invisible floor. 

"Get out." Nick said, understanding his dream was being taken by a monster.

"Where are you from?" Caspian asked expecting to hear the name of a coven.

"Get out!" Nick yelled back.

"There is fire in you. There is fire in me too. I could help you with that...I could help you build that. I know it's in you. It's in us all...I can see you are underestimated and I can make you feel the powers you have been given," Caspian paused..."Nicholas." He then said, pausing to sense and pull Nick's name.

"I want you out. OUT!" Nick screamed at him, stepping closer and closer to the invader. 

"Nicholas, think about the ways I can make your life better. Both your lives." Caspian said.

"Both?" Nick asked.

"Caitlyn." the devil answered.

"Leave Caitlyn alone! DO NOT BOTHER HER! LEAVE HER ALONE!" Nick screamed as he lunged for Caspian's dreamlike body.

"I can't. And I won't. Not now, not ever. She's the coin." Caspian answered confusing Nick.

"Leave her, you're here for me. For what my ancestors gave me, then take me and leave her safe." Nick answered mistakenly.

"For you?" Caspian said with a laugh. "I'm not here for you, you're just an extra piece of the puzzle, son, a bonus. I see great potential in using what you have in you once we're all together. Don't you see? We're going to be linked together whether you like it or not. Forever." Caspian said.

"What do you want with her?" Nick asked.

"Caitlyn? What any father would want. Only. The. Best!" Caspian said laughing evilly. 

Nick's eyes widened with shock at the notion of this monster being Caitlyn's father. Nick, with the aide of his powers, knew this was not just a frivolous dream, this was a true invasion and Caspian was real. 

Caitlyn reached for Caspian's hand. A heat was rising. She felt as if the fire of the sun was coming all round her body. She began to see his eyes again turn from amber to red, blood red. Two burning balls of power in his face that she could not stop looking at. Her hands came closer and closer and just before they touched, just before Caspian's daughter was about to give herself, unknowingly to the most dangerous and sinister creature ever made, she heard Nick calling her.

Nick shook Caitlyn awake and saved her from Caspian finally grabbing hold of his lost child.

"Are you ok??" Nick asked Caitlyn as she opened her eyes groggy and confused.

"Oh my god I was having...the weirdest dream." Caitlyn answered. 

"Are you ok???" Nick asked again hoping she was still the same Caitlyn that he fell asleep with.

"A man was there. He had red eyes and he was talking to me like he knew who I was. I was terrified of him  yet I think I did know him or I was supposed to know him. Nick, what just happened to me?" Caitlyn asked hugging Nick close, their skin touching warmly in their hotel room bed.

"I think we need to find out where you came from Cait. We can't leave here. Not yet." Nick answered in a whisper. "Something tells me there's more to know than what we've been given and I don't think we're safe here. We're going to have to leave this place." 

"Nick...I'm scared." Caitlyn answered.

Nick only held her tightly. Safe in is arms. Safe together.

Safe for now. 

****

A late night night cap was occurring at the popular Savannah Bar, The Raven's Nest. The night's patronage was not uncharacteristically filled with the local glitterati of the city. The rich and powerful had always come out in the dark of night and come together for drinks and city gossip. City hall staff hobnobbed with local socialites and power brokers that all mingled over their bourbon and whisky choice drinks.

Off in a dim corner sat the doe eyed Dr. Gabrielle Loures on a heavenly date with the mysterious new man in her life Pascal Valmont.

They made small talk as their eyes sparkled with the feelings of a new true love. But the truth was, nothing could be true they were both hiding secrets from each other. Deep secrets about who they were where they came from and what they were really doing in Savannah all this time. 

Gabrielle was hiding her connection to the powers that made her such a strong sorceress and Pascal was hiding his connection to the man who was hunting Gabrielle and the other witches in Savannah. Knowing that this new man in her life was so close to the one creature that wanted her dead would shatter the now trusting Gabrielle in ways she could never have imagined. Pascal knew only that, and wanted to do his best to keep it all from her. 

As the two continued to keep up appearances of a normal young couple at their table in the bar, in walked John Barrett and Khai Watanabe. Khai still had no memory of his confrontation with Gabrielle and Cressida just two days before when he went to Cressida's home demanding the truth about his mother Mae's death. His memory wiped clean by the witches of Savannah.

For his part, John was still convinced that something was terribly wrong with the entire situation but to keep his feet in the fire he allowed Khai to think nothing happened, and John himself would figure it all out--if it's the last thing he did. 

"Gabi! How's it going?" John said interrupting Pascal's small talk.

"Oh! Hi John, Khai! What's up?" She said smiling nervously at Khai. "This is my friend, Pascal." She added, as the men shook hands and exchanged hellos. 

"We were just trying to wind down from a rough week and came by the Nest for a night cap, which I see is a very popular thing to do at midnight." John smiled.

"Super busy." Pascal replied awkwardly trying to intrude into the conversation.

"You know, I was meaning to ask you Gab, just the other day Khai went over to Cressida's house and he came back a bit unlike himself. Did you notice anything strange?" John asked point blank.

"DUDE!" Khai shot back. "I already told you a thousand times, I'm not the one acting weird that day it was you. Nothing happened." Khai added.

"I don't understand." Gabrielle replied to them both feigning ignorance. 

"So nothing happened? There was no talk about Mae and how she really died?" John asked again.

"Guys, I'm sorry. John has had this weird feeling about how he preserves my behavior as soon as I got back and I've told him over and over that everything was fine and that you and Cressida were just as wonderful as I remembered you being when I lived here. Just ignore him." Khia replied, still suffering from the memory spell placed on him which pleased Gabrielle.

"We were all shocked at Mae's sudden death, John. All of us. And I went over the medical report with Khai just as I did with you. There's nothing more we can come up with to explain how she died, I wish there were,  but there isn't. I hope that you can finally let this go. We need to let Mae go." Gabrielle said, her eyes staring right into John's almost as if she were trying to put him in a trance and lay off the subject of Mae. 

John looked at Gabrielle then looked at Pascal, he knew that he was interrupting and that things perhaps could have been talked about again at another time. He smiled, apologized and shook Pascal's hand again.

"You're right, I think I just wish there were clearer answers, you know. Mae was one of my best friends and just the idea that she had some kind of heart problem and none of us never knew frustrates me." John said, pretending to accept the news of Mae's heart attack. 

"Death is not easy. Never." Pascal added cryptically. 

"To say the least." John replied with some snark in his words. 

Khai only looked at embarrassed by the whole situation but excused himself and John to the bar where they placed their beer order, but John never lifted an eye from Gabrielle and Pascal's table. 

"What was that about?" Pascal asked.

"John has the idea that something strange surrounded the death of our mutual friend Mae, Khai's mother. After weeks and weeks of trying to explain to him she had this sudden heart issue he just refuses to believe it. But it's the truth." Gabrielle said, layering on another lie.

Pascal, however, knew she was lying but didn't blame her. The game they were both playing caused them both to lie all the time. It was part of who they were now, two supernatural creatures with dark hidden pasts that required even a bit of lies to conceal their twisted truths. He wondered how long it would last, how long he could be in this new budding relationship under the guise that he was this normal person totally interested in this normal doctor, a beautiful woman who had bewitched him without ever uttering a spell. 

"Sometimes it's hard for people to accept the truth when it feels so unjust, you know? I can understand that. I can understand wanting to right some kind of wrong and doing anything in your power to do it. I mean I've done it." Pascal said showing a little more of who he was really was.

"You have? How?" Gabrielle wondered as she sipped from her cocktail. 

"I mean, not to get into too many sad details but back in the day I made a mistake. Something that I couldn't live with myself if I hadn't made the choice to correct it, it was hard for me to accept that realty, the new reality that I had put myself in. Sort of like John trying to understand Mae's ultimate truth. I tried everything to make it right and eventually I did, but...." Pascal said stopping himself before revealing what he did to fix it. 

"But...." Gabrielle asked. 

As Pascal opened his mouth to speak, his cell phone rang. 

"Oh...uhhh. I'm so sorry. I have to take this, do you mind?" Pascal asked as he got up to find privacy.

"OH! Ummm, no no of course." Gabrielle replied, confused as to who could be calling him so late in the night.

Pascal rushed off outside the bar and found a quite corner in the ally between the two buildings while people on the slick sidewalks giggled and laughed in their drunkan bliss. Pascal looked at his cell phone in the dark ally in shock. It was Caspian.

"Caspian?" Pascal asked.

"I found my Coin." Caspian's voice said in a hiss not knowing that in deed he did, but Caitlyn was only one half of the twins Cressida bore. 

"What are you talking about? How are you calling me?" Pascal asked.

"I've surfaced... neither you or Morgan completed my tasks so of course I've had to come here and make sure my wishes were being taken care of. Come to The Hotel St. Filipe, my daughter is here. I want her. I need you to take her." Caspian ordered.

"Take her? Caspian I don't know if---" Pascal began  before being interrupted. 

"I've told you this before, and for some reason you keep forgetting your place. This is what you owe me Pascal, you've known the favor you need to repay would come in some form or another and it's time that you do it. Hotel St. Filipe....get here now. I'll meet you in the lobby." Caspian said as he hung up.

Pascal swallowed deep, replaced his phone in his leather jacket and went back inside The Raven's Nest to tell Gabrielle the bad news. 

Duty called. He needed to get to work and make sure that Caspian got his coin, Caitlyn. His last true child. 

****

The night wore on and the nightmares floating around Savannah were not exclusive to the guests at the Hotel St. Filipe. At Cressida's townhouse, something else, something more devious and dangerous was brewing. A darker force that came to destroy in a bid for power. 

The fog floated around a single burning oil lantern on the street outside Cressida's house. It was an older style lantern that the city kept around all these years to keep the area as close to its historical background as possible.

In the glow of the light from the flame stood Morgan Isles. She had found Cressida's home. She had found where Caleb lived and he was the one obstacle that she needed to eliminate to make sure the new child she was carrying would become the heir to Caspian's powers and thus, thrust her into position as the most powerful sorceress on the planet---usurping Cressida. 

 She stood in the light, her hair dark like a raven's feathers and caressed her small pregnant belly of a child growing inside of her at rapid speed. What was ahead for her was dangerous and she needed to protect the child. She closed her eyes and put her hand on top of her stomach and took a deep breath in.....her hair blew up in a breeze and dark smoke started to swirl around her like an eel tangling itself up around her whole body and when the eel-like smoke evaporated, her baby bump was gone.

She had sent it away to a protective place in advance of a battle she knew she was about to have. The unborn child needed to be safe, safe away from whatever Cressida had instore for her.

Once Morgan felt safe, she began to move slowly up the front steps of the house. She passed a tenderly grown lush garden and went step by step up a stone path that lead to the front door, a dark red painted door that she smirked at. 

Everything so far seemed so easy, now all she had to do was snap her fingers and enter to find Caleb and kill him. 

Morgan again closed her eyes, the black smoke returned spinning around her whole body and engulfed her, head to toe and when it appeared again she was inside Cressida's house. 

None of the lights were on. It seemed who ever lived there had gone to sleep. Morgan slowly made her way though the front room, making sure not to make a sound as she searched for where Caleb was. As she crept through the dark front foyer and passed the front drawing room, a sudden cold chill went up her spine. She turned back and came face to face, almost touching noses, with the ghost of Mae Watanabe. 

Morgan screamed and fell backwards knocking over a lamp that crashed to the floor.

"Leave this place." Mae's cold dead voice said from her ghost.

"How are you here? Wait....you're in spirit form." Morgan said as she stood up from her fall.

"You're a danger to us all and should leave this place now before you cause more destruction. You're a young witch with nothing to lose and so much to gain. I can bring you out of Caspian's control. I've done it before." Mae said.

"Why do you think I'd want to be out of Caspian's control? He can give me so much more than you could ever --- and you're dead Mae. Dead. You have nothing left inside, I'd do much better on my own if I wanted to leave him." Morgan replied snidely. 

"You don't know how much his control over you is more for him than it is for you, it's never going to be good for you to be so conjoined with Caspian Casador! What I can give you is freedom to use your gifts for the better of yourself and the world, Caspian will only use them for his own gain." Mae explained.

"Oh Please!!! He discarded you when he found Cressida! She was younger, healthier and you were pushed to the bottom of the list, don't think I don't know everything Azira!" Morgan said, using Mae's witch name.

"No." Mae said quietly. 

"Yes, I know that you pulling the other two women away from Caspian was more of your own power pull over Caspian than it was to give Cressida and Gabrielle freedom. It wasn't about freedom from him, it was about taking something from Caspian like he took from you. Your denial is pathetic!" Morgan said.

It was true, Mae was the chosen witch of Caspian for years and years. That is, until he found Cressida, a woman he truly fell in love with. A woman he saw could fulfill his passions and prophecy better than the more experienced and elder Mae. Mae was jealous of Cressida, but never in a negative and selfish way. She did want to be Caspian's chosen one, but she never once wanted to hurt Cressida or Gabrielle. Mae truly did help them all escape to save them in the long run but Morgan was warping and twisting the story to her own gain. To push Mae's spirit into a corner. 

And it was working.

"No...none of that is true!" Mae said snapping back.

"Its all true! You've never once had anyone else's well being in your heart----" Morgan said just before something from the shadowy hallway pulled from behind and a hand went across her mouth.

It was Ashe, awoken from his strange sleep from the lamp that feel to the ground.

Ashe and Morgan struggled and pushed each other around, knocking more things off the small tables and pictures off the walls. Mae, her heart breaking from Morgan spilling the truth of her own jealousies of Cressida backed away and started to slip into the world where her spirit dwelled. 

"WHATS GOING ON!?" Cressida screamed as she rushed down the main staircase and found Ashe and Morgan rolling around the floor of the foyer in a heap of things that had fallen to the floor. 

Cressida lifted both hands up in the air, two rings of bright light shot of her wrists and each ring flew into the air and fell over Morgan holding her in like ties binding lioness.

Ashe got up, breathing hard staring at the woman he had apprehended and Cressida rushed down the stairs and flicked on two side lamps that shined an orange glow revealing the face of Morgan Isles, the witch Cressida and Gabrielle saw at the cemetery.

"YOU!" Cressida said, not knowing her name but knowing why she was there. 

Morgan laughed an evil laugh and began to levitate in front of them. She had her arms bound by Cressida's rings of light but they were too weak from Morgan. She broke free, still floating in the middle of the room and looked down at Cressida and Ashe below her.

"This is over Cressida. I'm finally going to get what I've worked so hard for, what I have sacrificed my whole life for, and you will not stop me in my journey. I've made sure that things are going to change in the hierarchy of covens." Morgan said, her eyes glowing white with rage

Then, in a sudden flash of black smoke she was gone.

"CALEB!" Cressida said, knowing instinctually Morgan's plans.

Cressida and Ashe rushed down the scattered hallway, stepping over picture frames and small side tables and knick-knacks all the way to Caleb's room where his door was left slightly ajar and a small glimmer of the room's light peeked out into the hall.

Cressida, pushing forcefully though the door walked in to the evil Morgan, her powers now on full display standing over Caleb with his neck in her hands choking him.

"NO!!!" Cressida screamed shooting a powerful beam of light from her hand hitting Morgan.

Morgan's body bounced and fell to the ground releasing Caleb from her grip. He fell back on the bed and Cressida rushed over to check on him. As she did, from the ground, Morgan grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the floor knocking her head on the wood.

Morgan got up and was quickly tackled by Ashe. They struggled on the floor but Morgan's powers were too strong for the man who came from the grave. He was physically strong but Morgan was supernaturally more powerful. With a flick of her wrist she shot a powerful bolt of energy into his chest blasting him through the wall and back into the hallway.

Cressida was out cold. Ashe was out cold. 

Morgan was now free to kill Caleb and maneuver herself to being the mother of Caspian's chosen child known as The Coin, where she'd inherit all the powers connected to him. She walked up to Caleb, his body still sleeping, but a sleep that didn't seem like a normal sleep. She tilted her head sideways and watched him for a second and looked at the medical machines all around him. They were all working but she could tell he didn't need them. They were not real. They were not doing what they were supposed to do.

Then, it dawned on her, he was bewitched.

Morgan placed her hand on Caleb's skin and felt his warm blood flushing through his body. She could sense his powers, given to him by his father Caspian. He was bewitched by his mother to hide this strength so that he would never be found. 

And Morgan knew that she had to make sure Caleb never breathed another breath.

She reached down, placed her hand around his neck and squeezed. She tightened her grip. Squeezed tighter and tighter. His face turned blue. Then something shocking. Something she did not expect.

His eyes, flipped open. 

He stared at her a cold and deadly glare. He was dying right in front of her. She smiled at him, letting him know she was the one taking his life. She then squeezed his neck, he gasped for air all the while staring deep into her white glowing eyes.

As her grip got tighter and tighter she could feel his life fading. It was going into the space of the unknown. He was slipping away, and she was that much closer to becoming the witch that would take it all from Cressida. 

As Caleb's life began to fade, Cressida woke up, she patted the bump on her head and came too. She struggled to get up but managed to lift herself up and saw that she was too late.

Caleb's body was limp, pale and dead.

Morgan won.

Cressida screamed and went over to her son and cradled him in arms.

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!" Cressida screamed at Morgan.

"Of course I do, I've changed your place in history, love. Now you're really free!" Morgan said coldly. 

"Morgan, you don't understand. Caspian will never accept you after this. Never. You have no idea the mistake you have made." Cressida said burring her head in her dead son's chest.

"Oh, no. He will. He will have no choice but to accept me." Morgan said, as she then patted her stomach showing the return of her baby bump. "This child is what he wants, what he's always wanted and I won't take it away from him. He needs it now more than ever, and your son, is gone. Forever." Morgan explained.

"Not forever, Cress...do to him what you did to me!" Ashe said, limping back into Caleb's room from the hallway he was blasted into.

Morgan laughed. 

"I can't." Cressida whimpered. "She killed him, a cannot reverse a witch's killing. I can't. I can't." Cressida said devastated by her loss.

Ashe, snarled and lunged at Morgan who froze him in his place. She laughed and slowly slinked to the door where her eyes returned to normal.

"Cressida, mourn in peace. Caleb is in a better place." She said smiling then, she vanished. 

Once Morgan was gone, Ashe returned to normal and rushed over to comfort Cressida.

"It's over." He said sadly. "She's won."

Cressida lifted her head from Caleb's chest and looked deep into Ashe's face. Her tears strewn across her face. 

She was broken. Saddened. Shocked.

Then, it came to her. It was NOT over. Morgan had NOT won. There was one more coin that needed to be protected.

"Caitlyn." Cressida whispered. "We need to find Caitlyn before Caspian does." 

****

A  sudden jolt of energy shifted in the air and entered Caspian's body. He was laying in a fresh white linen bed at the Hotel St. Filipe, in Morgan's room. He awoke, hurting. His body feverish. He had found his coin, Caitlyn, but why was he feeling these feelings? Why was his body feeling as if something were being torn from him, like one of his own arms was being pulled out of it's socket, ripped of flesh and bones from his body.

There was a pain burning in him. He got up from the bed, scrambling in pain. Sweating. Hurting. Death. It was a death. A powerful mortal wound to his own soul. 

He managed to stand up with the help of a large chair next to a desk. His heart was pounding in his body like a bomb. He looked at his own face in the mirror and then....it turned to the face of Caleb. His dead son.

"....My...." Caspian muttered to himself confused.

Caleb's face smirked evilly but then turned to a the face of a skeleton. 

"Son..." Caspian said as soon as he finally understood what the spirits of the underworld were showing him. that Caitlyn wasn't  his only heir. He had two children. Caleb was his son too. 

And now he was dead.

Like the waves of the beating against the rocks of the Savannah coast line, crashing in deep thrust of surf, angry and powerful, Caspian screamed into the empty air of the hotel room. 

His anger and fury over the secret kept about the two children he never knew of was building up. His anger over the death of the son he never knew was building up. His legacy and family would never be tampered with again. 

He would get Caitlyn for himself. 

One way. Or another.