The Patriarch He seemed surprised, and yet he wasn't. Disapointed was a better word, perhaps more in the fact that it had taken so long to make confirmation of his existance rather than actually being identified after so long.

The two men regarded each other quietly, each taking in the new features the other had aquired in the long years apart.

"I suppose you would assume I am happy to see you?" the older man gruffed as he remained still in the doorway.

"I do not believe there was ever a time when your presence brought me comfort." The cutting remark seemed to have no impact, but he knew better. "It is not why I have been searching for you."

The older man's brow furrowed. "I have no interest in what you have to say." With that, he shuffled off down the cobble stoned path, leaving his youngest son to stare after him.

"You will Father," Stefan replied quietly to the retreating figure. "You will."