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Hope was quiet as he spoke, a look of disgust passing her features as he spoke. “You know, you keep talking about them like you’re any better. Which if you think you are, then you are crazier than I thought. These are good people, who sure, have probably done some bad things in their lives. But, haven’t we all? If you’ve met someone who says they haven’t then I guarantee they are lying.” She told him, knowing very well that not everyone was innocent. “You preach about them doing bad things and being bad people, about them judging others, but how are you different? How is any of this different? You are just hurting people for your own personal vendetta!” She continued. “I do have my eyes open and I know that you aren’t doing this to help people or to shed some light. You’re doing this because you are just as bad as everyone else, actually, you’re worse because you aren’t even able to admit that you’re a bad person. It’s just pathetic really.” 

As she spoke, Vincent was getting more and more annoyed with people trying to be the hero. Trying to speak reason to a cause that was much bigger than their understanding. He didn’t even say a word, he just nodded his head to one of of his undead minions who grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off her feet and slamming her against the wall, holding her there. “I don’t have time for this. You’re simply a gnat in my way. And I’m not going to swat you, but I will remove you.” His hand clenched and so did the minion’s around her throat. “If you don’t want to die, I suggest you shut up and stay you too the way.” The guy’s hand lifted and he punched her probably hard enough to knock her out, Vincent didn’t know he didn’t stick around to see, the guy released her to fall and he and Vincent walked away.

“I- I know… And that darkness… it kinda scares me,” Chloe admitted, wrapping her arms around Vinny tightly as she clung onto her Uncle, not ready to say goodbye just yet. “We aren’t in anyway,” Chloe finally whispered back, peaking up at him as he spoke. “Like it or not, you are one of us, Uncle Vinny. You were the second you decided to use magic. And I don’t know if that’s true? I mean Grant is great and all. He’s all I ever really wanted in a family? Other than Lily of course. But, you’re great too? He’s not better than you? I mean maybe he is right now, because he’s not the one leaving me, but still… I just…. I wish we had more time. I- I barely got to know you.”

“The darkness, and being different? The feeling like there’s no one to relate? It’s scary, but you can feel. And what I want you to remember, Chloe is that your ability to love and care wholeheartedly will always combat the darkness. You just have to let love conquer darkness, and you should be able to handle anything.” Because he knew that was what he was missing. Love, feeling, emotions that weren’t as dense as a pond. “Sadly, I was born with the gene to see ghosts. I’ve always been this way almost like less of a decision more just inherent. But the supernatural world doesn’t get that.” He gave Chloe a squeeze. “I know I wish we did too, but at least we got just a little bit of time. Stay safe, and remember we might be a fucked up bunch but the Rileys will always accept you darkness and all.”  He kissed her forehead and let her go. “I’ve got to go, Chloe, but I’m glad I got to have what little time we did.” He walked away after that.

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“See?” Catalina said with a simple shrug. “Well, her and that other faerie girl you were also living with. What was her name?” Catalina mused, trying to think of it, but it just wasn’t clicking. “G- something? You’re such a softy, babe. You know that? Can’t have a roommate without growing attached.”

“I mean I wouldn’t go that far. She did punch me, after all,” Catalina mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes over at Vinny’s words. “But, yeah, yeah. She’s great and, other than the whole girl bashing comments, we could have been one hella attractive throuple or whatever you want to call it. But, at last, we have plans to die. Boo who. So sad,” Catalina said unsympathetically with a simple shrug, unwrapping her legs from Vinny and lowering herself back to the ground. “I’ll leave you two to say some meaningless bullshit. It was mediocre to meet you, Eliza. And babe? Not to be a soil sport, but don’t take too long to wrap this up okay? We’re kinda on a clock here,” She told him, kissing him lightly on the cheek before waving one last time at the two of them and teleporting off to somewhere else in the warehouse. @eliza-holmes​

Eliza couldn’t help but smile at Cat. “You’re probably right, about that. All of it.” She watched as Catalina unwrapped herself from around Vinny and reminded him of the time. Within a few moments, she teleported away.

Eliza turned her attention back to Vinny. Her eyes still full of tears. “I’ll try very hard, not to be hard on myself. You won’t be here to remind me though.” She shrugged. “C-can I hug you? One more time? Then I’ll go, and stay out of your way.”

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Vincent watched Catalina teleport away before he looked over at Eliza. He gave her a soft smile when he saw her eyes were tear-filled. “I won’t, but I know you’ll be okay. You’re stronger than you think.” Vincent nodded, wrapping his arms around her, giving her a gentle squeeze. He kissed her cheek. “Stay safe for me?” he asked, reaching up to caress her cheek. “Beautiful Eliza, I’ll rest knowing that you’ll be safe. And that you know that you were never a pawn in a game for me. I’m sorry it has to end this way, but  you were the best part of me being here and I thank you for that.” He gave her another squeeze and lingered in the hug for just a moment before saying. “I’ve got to go.” Because he was on a time crunch and certain things had to be done before the night’s end. He took her hand and placed a kiss on the back of it before walking away.

“Oh? Gimme! You know I love presents,” Gigi smiled happily over at Vinny, holding her hands out towards him, almost expectantly. “And no, no. Don’t do that. Your girl is cute and all, but we both know no one can compete with Gigi King,” She told him, guiding his chin towards so that his eyes were solely on her.  “And if she wasn’t already offing herself, I’d say I’d get rid of her to prove it to you,” She attempted to tease. The corner of her smile faltering ever so slightly as she let him spin her around once more, before admitting, “I’m going to miss you, Vincent Riley.”

He pulled a box from his jacket pocket. “This is called the Queen Elizabeth,” and it made me think of you because you’re nothing but a Queen in your own right.” It was probably the most expensive of the gifts, but he didn’t need money where he was going and he had it to blow. “You’re in a league all your on, Gigi,” he agreed.  When she said she’d off Catalina he smiled. “You’re incredible. Everything about you.” He leaned in to kiss her cheek. “I’m going to miss you too, Gigi King.

“Good. Glad the feeling was mutual,” Sabrina said with a thin tight smile. “Ha! Oh I don’t know. You could own to the fact that you’re a liar, for one,” Sabrina let out a bitter laugh, as she rolled her eyes over at him. “So what if they are sometimes? I’m not saying I don’t agree with what you believe in, but you’re doing on the other hand? Is not okay. Meeting ignorance with violence? Stooping to their levels? What will that get us other than prolonging the fear and hate? Being barbaric back, only makes us just as bad. So, no. Vincent. You’re not protecting my rights or me. Because this? This isn’t justice. This is revenge. Hurting them and your own kind in the process? Poisoning Aiden and breaking Carter’s bones? How many causalities will occur before you and your group decides enough is enough and ends this war?” Sure, Sabrina would be lying if she said that what the revelationists were doing wasn’t appealing to her. That getting making people to pay for feeling like it was okay to look down at her wasn’t enticing. But, she also knew better. She was better. She knew what it felt like to be judged and she wasn’t about to judge an entire species back when the real problems lied with society and a select few. They might believe in some of the same things, but the difference was Sabrina wasn’t willing to hurt innocent people in order to get it.

“Liar?” he asked. “What’s the difference in this and going undercover? Because I’ve done that too, for drug busts.” There wasn’t much difference. It was why he’d been so good at it. He did it when he was a cop. “Sweet Sabrina, look around you. We live in a world of hate. We live in a world where there’s fear. We’re in 2019 and the values of the majority still heavily rule. We live in a time where you can shoot and kill someone with no rationale behind it other than they seemed threatening, and mostly it’s due to prejudice and racism that you can get off scott free. In that kind of world, Sabrina, this kind of behavior can prevail, it can fester. How long have people suffered? Been oppressed? How long have people simply looked the other way? As people scream to be heard, to be seen, and yet, blind eyes are turned, the cries, the need for change it all falls on deaf ears. Until you force them to see. Tonight, no one will be able to turn a blind eye. No one will be able to unhear because for change to happen, people have to understand what this world is capable of. They have to see with eyes that are forced open. Hear with ears that are forced to hear the screams. Otherwise, where are we? Besides the shadows, crying for change that will never come.” Vincent shrugged. “The justice comes after the barbarianism. It’s justice when their world is lawless and sometimes, a few sacrifices had to be made. It’s nothing that can’t be undone,” he pointed out, sure that the two wouldn’t die.  “They won’t die,” he said with certainty.

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“It’s like I’ve been saying, Cariña. This isn’t about us. This is about the bigger picture. It’s about showing the world how dangerous supernaturals are and can be. It’s about exposing all the hate that exists among us, so that the problems are out there and we can work to find a solution. It’s about protecting the underdogs. Now does any of that really seem all that wrong to you? You’ve killed to feed. We hurt sinners as a form of justice and political protest. We didn’t kill anyone except … well except for Patrick. But, it was out of self defense, right honey?” She said, turning to look at Vinny as if asking him to back her up on this. @eliza-holmes​

Eliza bit her lip as Vinny spoke. “I was? Your exception?” Her lips formed a sad smile as she reached to cup his cheek. Tears sprang to her eyes as she spoke, “you just… you looked at me differently. You never acted scared to be around me. I hate that you had to resort to all of this to make a point. To get a conversation started on better equality.” She looked between Cat and Vinny, as Cat began to speak. “I get it. I understand why you both did what you did. I just wish it hadn’t come to this. That’s all.”

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Eliza took another deep, shaky breath and looked back at Vinny. “Thank you, for sparing me and keeping me safe. You’re always going to be in my heart, well… where it should be.” She grinned sadly. “I’m gonna miss you.”

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When Catalina mentioned Patrick, he nodded, looking at Eliza. “Patrick attacked me and I was defending myself,” he told her. In a sense he was defending himself but there wasn’t much of an attack but that didn’t matter now what was done was done. He smiled at Eliza, nodding. “You are my only exception. I wasn’t scared. I’m still not afraid. Sometimes you have to make a big statement to get people to listen,” he told her, glad that she understood now. Almost beaming at Cat as her words had seemed to bring Eliza around

“And you will always be in mine, Eliza, or where it should be,” he told her with a smile. “I miss you already.” Because he knew that once this was over there wouldn’t be anything left for him. “You take care of yourself, and don’t be too hard on yourself in the coming days. I saw something in you that i saw in no one else. If more people were like you, Eliza, we’d have no need for Revelationists. Hold tight to that beauty inside and out, will you? This world needs it.”

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Vincent didn’t say a word to confirm or deny what they both knew. He was the only person that seemed to see that Vincent had an endgame and it wasn’t to stay here on this godforsaken earth with these things, not even people that and pretend to co-exist, but the bigger goal. The part of the plan that he was needing to desperately take place was this. No glamours, no minions or obedience charmed witches to fight this battle, one that he barely actually fought. He waited and when the man sunk his fangs in he closed his eyes and imagined one person. Eliza. It was okay and there was no need to fight back because he imagined their time together instead. It was almost like she unknowingly prepared him for the most important undertaking for the cause. “Thanks,” he said to West.

Wes took his time, enjoying ever last drop, before he finally pulled Vinny away and dropped him to the ground. Not even bothering to whip his lips off on his sleeve. He was ticked off and bitter that he had left his damn straw at home for once. So, when the other man whispered thank you to him, Wes just rolled his eyes, mumbling out a “fuck you” as he gave the cameras a little bow and swiped one last bottle for the road.

END.

“Aww. I know right? One of the perks of having half a brain. Maybe you should get one. See what it’s like?” Wes rolled his eyes over at the other. “I know you’re trying to bait me right now and normally I’d just ignore you and continue to sulk in the corner with my free booze and weed. But, what can I say? I’m hungry, I’m tired, and I’ve had to deal with my feelings tonight which I kinda hate doing. So, in the words of one of the greats? ‘My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die’,” Westley said as he grabbed the other man and sunk his fangs into his neck.

Vincent didn’t say a word to confirm or deny what they both knew. He was the only person that seemed to see that Vincent had an endgame and it wasn’t to stay here on this godforsaken earth with these things, not even people that and pretend to co-exist, but the bigger goal. The part of the plan that he was needing to desperately take place was this. No glamours, no minions or obedience charmed witches to fight this battle, one that he barely actually fought. He waited and when the man sunk his fangs in he closed his eyes and imagined one person. Eliza. It was okay and there was no need to fight back because he imagined their time together instead. It was almost like she unknowingly prepared him for the most important undertaking for the cause. “Thanks,” he said to West.

“Who says I’m hiding? It’s called getting more ammo, you idiot,” Wes said, as he popped up behind the bar and tossed some plates over at him. But, as the table came flying over the bar, Wes let out a sigh, dropping the last plate out of his hand, before speeding around the table so that he was popped up right in front of Vinny’s face. “Boo.”

Vincent laughed. “So cute aren’t you? With a retort for everything.” He actually let the plates hit him. Not even bothering to dodge so that he was bleeding. When he came right up in front of him, Vincent smiled. “Ahh, big scary vampire throwing cups and plates. I’m so scared. I’m going to go kill someone you love. Maybe your sister? She’s been unharmed tonight. What do ya think?”

“If it worked for Rapunzel, it can work for me, Bitch,”Wes said, kicking Vinny from his spot on the ground, before jumping up to his feet. Scurrying onto the bar, he started to pelt glasses at the other repeatedly, until he finally ran out of cups, and choose to fling his body back behind the bar to use a shield instead.

Vincent was disappointed. He was ready to have the finale of a lifetime, and this…this was his final battle. A vampire throwing cups at him. Cups. “You little abomination, hiding won’t help.” Vincent didn’t go behind the bar, that wasn’t a part of the plan. “You want to pick a fight, kid? Come out and show me how tough you are.” He picked up a table, tossing it toward the wall behind the bar, with the help of levitation from one of the witches he was mind controlling.

“Anyone ever tell you that you talk to fucking much?” Wes said, rolling his eyes at the other as he picked up the nearest thing he could find, flipping the frying pan over once in his hand, before he brought it down hard against the side of Vinny’s head.

When the frying pan came down, Vincent actually chuckled. Pain was a thing he felt, but it didn’t quite ever give the reaction he knew people wanted. It more so excited him, especially tonight. “Big bad vampire, hiding behind a frying pan,” he said, as he was down, he kicked the other man’s legs out from under him, reaching for one of the stakes in his belt loop.

Gigi couldn’t help, but clap behind as Vinny as she walked up towards where he was tormenting some PA. “Well, Mr. Riley, I dare say, you owe me a farewell dance?” Gigi said, the corner of her lips tilting up into a soft smile as she held out her hand towards the other. “I’m proud of you. Not quite as smooth as I would have done, but you did good, Ace. Looks like someone’s finally grown out of being my pet.”

Vincent turned and smiled at the woman walking toward him. “You’re right I do. And I’ve got something for you too,” he told her honestly. “My night wouldn’t be complete without a dance with you. The only person I felt like I could be somewhat myself around. You reminded me of my girl Catalina just a bit. I was drawn to you at first words, you know?” he told her as he took her hand, spinning her into his arms.

“Get off of me,” Isa screamed, struggling against the dead men’s hold on her as she was brought towards Vinny. “D-do it. Do it, you hypocrite. If you want to hurt me so badly? Then do it, but then you’re just as bad as the supernaturals you’re fighting to expose,” She let out a little gulp as she fought again against the hold they had on her, holding her head up high as she spat right in Vinny’s face. “¿Luchando por la lucha? Te hace nada más que basura.”

When they caught her and she told him that he was a hypocrite, he chuckled. “I had no issues with you, planned not to lay a finger on you. They’ll hut you because they don’t care. I’ll hurt you because you pissed me off. There’s a difference.” When she spit in his face, his laugh was boisterous and he switched forms again. “Let her go,” he said darkly turning into Jackie. The moment they let her go, he punched her with all the force that he could muster in this tiny body. “Trash? Oh, honey, that’s what you’ll be to them. When they’re hungry enough. When they’re hard up for emotions, when they just need a human to use. Because that’s all they’ll see you as.”

“I-” Chloe shook her head back and forth as she looked over at the man she was related to, thinking back to their first conversation. Most people don’t remember me, so I don’t really expect you to. But just know if you’re screaming I’ll be there. She couldn’t help but wonder how much of that had been true? “I- I never cared if you were normal. I- I told you that day one. I just wish you had been honest with me,” She said softly, reaching out a whipping the tears away from her eyes as she blinked over at him. “Try me? You know- I- I’m not as innocent as people think I am? You don’t think I know what supernaturals can be like? What I can be like? You don’t think I know what it’s like to play pretend?” Chloe pointed out. She might not have been playing in the same way Vinny had been, but Chloe walked around every day seeming much more like a goodie two shoes than she actually was. She played her education, played down her wealth, and let herself be the Disney loving, wide eyed smiling girl. She’d present herself the way she wanted to be seen. But, Grant was right. Things might have been better for the both of them if they had just be honest from the start. “Okay,” She finally said with a little nod. She knew deep down this could all be an act. That he could be using her or manipulating her or feeding her lies of some kind. But, she wouldn’t be her if she didn’t see the good in him, even if no one else did. Maybe he wasn’t perfect, but he was still human. “You’re still the best Uncle I have,” Chloe admitted with a small shrug as her gaze fell down to the bracelet around her wrist. Tears welling up around her eyes again as she finally looked back up at him, not being able to shake the feeling that this felt like a goodbye more than anything. “Feelings or not.”

“I couldn’t be honest with you, Chloe. I had my plans and I couldn’t.” It wouldn’t have been a great plan if he’d been himself around one person when he was trying to fool many. Even though Gigi knew she also didn’t know the plans, and didn’t know the extent. But she knew that he wasn’t who he was presenting himself as. That was all because she could read minds. “Oh I think you know what supernaturals can be like. You’re more human than most but at the same time there’s a much darker side to them than you’ve probably even seen. Chloe they use and abuse their power. They treat lesser beings like they’re entitled to having them. It’s like some of them forget that they weren’t always what they are. Some of them actually always were. They set up this unspoken hierarchy to keep people out. They mistreat, they kill, they harm and all for the sake of what? Being the superior being? They are even horrible amongst each other as if they can’t just live in harmony and what do they do when they come out? They have this front of ‘we’re not scary we’re just like you’ and yet…they aren’t in anyway.” he knew that technically she was one of “them” but she wasn’t at the same time. Vincent was a hundred percent sure her darkness came from being a Riley. Vincent wrapped his arms around her in a hug when she agreed. “And I’d still protect you with my life, Chloe. But I know without a doubt that Grant will protect you. Despite his own darkness, his own…issues with being who he is, he’s a better man because he can feel. And I can leave here knowing that my niece will be in good hands. No matter how short the time, I’m glad that I got to actually have a real tie to family. You gave me something no one else could ever give.”

All it took was the knife breaking the skin of his forehead for him to realize this was actually serious, and he struggled against their hold, screaming in pain as they broke his bones. “Please… please, whatever this is, whatever the reason you’re doing this, please stop.” He begged, the only thing he could think of was if saying goodbye to TB before going out tonight would be the last time he ever saw her.

When Carter begged, Vincent grinned as they held him down and started to break his bones. His hands moved, guiding his puppets to break the bones in Carter’s legs. He even pretended to think over the man’s pleas. The corpses stopping in their tracks as he did so. “I thought about it,” he said, honestly. “Nah,I don’t want to stop. Proceed,” he said almost jovially, as if he wasn’t the brains behind the actions that were being taken right now. “You’re lucky I don’t just out right kill you. You should be thanking me.”