#evil buck

And no matter how much love Tommy still has for the man in front of him, especially the lighter and younger, better version of him that he knew years ago, he can’t let himself not stop Evan.

Yet, not even continuing killing and stealing the powers of other witches and warlocks, who tried to fight Evan and stop his reign, can’t make him as powerful as his lover.

He needed a better plan. And he has it now.

If only he can move to the wall behind Evan.

“How. Could. You,” with every word Evan comes closer, kissing him in rogue, basically more a bite when a kiss. “If it was anyone else, but you, they’d already lie down near me. Dead. With their blood cold as my heart. But you, baby, you, I forgave you, Tommy.”

Evan caresses his face. It almost feels like before.If not for cold like ice hands Tommy could have imagined he was still living in better times. When his lover was different. When he was different too. Not a killer. Not a liar. Not a person who is almost ready to give up and help Evan build his empire on blood and fear. 

But it’s not what he wants. He wants their old dreams. He wants his old Evan. His pure and kind Evan. 

He craves his everything and everyone loving man, who should have been a protector. Not a killer of thousands. Even his family. Not a destroyer of the world.

Tommy licks his lip, taking in every line on Evan's face. He hates the ever present devil smirks and satisfaction from another kill. He hates the cold coming from Evan. He needs the soft smiles and sad puppy pouts back. He needs soft baby blues back. He needs the warmth of Evan back.

He must have his Evan back.

Summoning all his power, he sends Evan in the wall right from him, feeling how his body is free again, he rushes to the portal he created, making sure it’s blocked and no one can come find him. 

Taking a breath, he changes his clothes with one move of his fingers, puts on a patterned fake smile and knocks to the door.

His new job is awaiting.

“Thomas,” Margaret Buckley opens the door and it takes all the love he has for Evan for Tommy not to set her on fire on the spot.

He’s here to save Evan. Not to turn him to evil himself.

“Mrs. Buckely, it’s good to see you again,” he barely hides the poison from his voice.

“Likewise. Go to the living room, please. Maddie and Evan are there,” just the way she says the name of the man, for who he made impossible, boils his blood. There’s not even a little bit of warmth or love there.

“I should be back to the hospital,” woman look at the clock. “Evan should wake up soon and you can find his formula in the kitchen. All possible recommendations for him or Maddie there too.”

Tommy just nods, mesmerized by how cute baby Evan is. His round cheeks are reddish, plump lips are making sucking motions as if he believes he is still eating. He starts to move and then his crystal clear baby blues are open and look at him as if they know him.

“He loves, when people get him in their hands, when he wakes up,” Maddie says to him from the couch where she sits, looking at her brother.

She’s so young, but Tommy already can see the sadness that Maddie he met had in her eyes. Always linger there. He hopes his plan will help her be happier too.

As if he heard his sister, Evan starts to sulk and Tommy takes him in his hands, and Evan immediately stops and even smiles.

Tommy’s heart loses a beat for a second.

That baby is so pure. That is his Evan before darkness found the way to his heart.

Now he’s here to protect it. To make their future better again. To get his dream of ‘happy ever after’ with his good and pure Evan real.