Another sacrifice to a tormentor your world wouldn't understand... [Locked]
This is not the best afternoon to leave the safety of wherever you happen to call home, but Bianca de Luca is not about to let the frigid winter air keep her from a drink and a smoke. She's bundled up in a coat, headed towards Terrence's bar, and lighting a cigarette, not really paying much attention to her surroundings, because she's used to this
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"Hey, Skippy," she murmurs. "Guess I wasn't fast enough this time."
She doesn't have much time- she's slipping further and further down into the darkness, but, dammit, she will do this. She can't tell him anything, because it's either tell him a lie and kill herself faster in pain or tell him the truth and risk him getting killed.
Weakly she raises her hand with the note still clutched in it. She hasn't read it, obviously, but it screams trap, even though it's the safer option. Instructions on where to meet her killer somewhere in Switzerland. It's meant to look like a trap, because clearly Cole was smart enough to assume Vaughn would go either way- at least this way assures that he'll have back-up, preferably in the form of Bristow.
"Told me to give you this," she murmurs and her eyes flutter again. Not long now.
And God, she's worried about him. He doesn't look like he's going to be able to keep it together when she's gone.
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'Guess I wasn't fast enough this time'? What does that mean-
No. No no no no no no. Shit. "No, Bianca, you have to stay with me, okay? Okay? You gotta stay here with me, do you hear me Bianca?!" He's panicking for real now. He's not going to let her die, he's not going to let her die he's not going to let her die because he can't let her die. He's a Boy Scout--he saves people. This isn't how it works.
When she raises her hand, Vaughn takes the note, crumpling it into a ball as he presses his hand against hers. He can hear the weakness in her voice, and it kills him.
"You gotta stay here with me, Bianca," he tells her, fighting tears as best he can. "You gotta stay here with me." His voice cracks. He's not about to let her go.
He can't let her go.
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She winces and relaxes a little. Shame she doesn't have an Angel of Death here. That could make this so much easier for the both of them, maybe. "You take care of yourself, all right? Love to stay and do my job properly, but... I don't think that's gonna be..."
Bianca's eyes fall shut as her heart gives out on her before she can even finish the sentence, the youngest child and the only daughter of the de Luca archangel family dead for no reason other than a vendetta that neither she nor her ward really had anything to do with other than by proxy- one more unfair death in a city of many.
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"Bianca?" he asks, even though he knows she's dead. "Bianca?"
And he proceeds to break down completely, burying his face in her shoulder to supress the sobs. "No," he whispers. "No no no you can't Bianca, you can't I need you here I need you please oh god."
There are words he hasn't said to any one in a long time, the words that hurt him before he came though the Rift, the words he couldn't bring himself to say to her.
"I love you," he whispers. "I love you and I need you and you can't leave me. Please. Not now."
But she doesn't reply, and he knows it's over. With a single sniff, he raises his head, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Slowly, carefully, he takes the crumpled piece of paper from her hand, opens it and reads it.
The rage sets in like ice. Someone's going to pay for this. And he will do it himself, dammit.
But first he has some things to attend to.
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