Roxy didn’t bother to wait up for Russo.  He had already said he’d be working that night so there was no point.  That didn’t necessarily meant she slept well however.  She tossed and turned all night, finally giving up when the sky turned the steel gray of pre-dawn.  

When he came home her lover would find her curled up on the couch, the morning’s set of cartoons playing on the television screen. 

He had waited until things had calmed down to make good on that visit he had promised. Between mending a rift between him and Roxy, then Russo having to fight with ‘Loki’s’ latest bout of destruction, things had been less than ideal.

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It took only a quick call to request a meeting with Suit.  Seline didn’t want to bother the man, given his injuries but this wasn’t something that could be put off until he was healed.

Unfortunately. 

From there she escorted the Chevalier to the large manor that housed their employer.  She was there as moral support or maybe she was there to make sure that the vampire didn’t lose his nerve.  Or maybe she intended on speaking on his behalf.  Maybe all three. 

She stood to the side of him as he confessed what had happened, much like had to her.   It wasn’t until he had finished that she added her own view on the situation. 

With their strange hours and Vincent’s frequent insomnia, they had settled on meeting for a date at a wine bar -- one that they had came to learn was owned by Russo.

They’d visited a few times by then. Enough so that Eve knew that while he always tried very much to give them their own space, she could expect to see him sneaking glances and sending over hors d'oeuvres.

It seemed tonight had not gone as planned, though.

Eve checked her phone once again, her face falling as she saw another half hour had passed. It had reached beyond the point of late and was stretching into no-show territory.

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Vincent hadn’t been expecting much this evening beyond a possible visit from a friend.  He waited on the balcony of his apartment knowing he would hear any knock on the door.  There were times when he did find himself at peace, the demons in his head quieting. 

He thought tonight would be one of those times.  Or it had been until he felt a shock wave slam into him.  This was different than Godric’s awakening.  He had felt Chaos slam against the cage he had created around the monster until he had broken the door open.  This was far worse. 

The cage was simply no longer there, the unexplained explosion inside his head rattling the bars into dust and loosing the demon without time to scramble for any sort of control.  Claws dug into his scalp as he collapsed to his knees, tattered wings erupting from his shoulder blades. 

The pain wasn’t enough to stop or even slow the transformation.  Blood dripped down the side of his face to stain the peculiarly gray skin.