Title: But
Author: Mad-Wiccan
Character or Pairing: one sided Chase/Victor
Rating: pg for the moment
disclaimer: they’re Marvel’s not mine (if they were Karolina and Xavin would be snogging on panel) *sigh*
A/n: italics are dreams, brackets are thoughts.

“But Nico...”
“I told you Vic, if Chase goes rogue I won’t hesitate to kill him.”
With that the young witch casually walked out as if she had been talking about the weather.

“You can’t. I...I love him.” he whispered to himself silently in the empty room a single tear falling down his face. Sighing he walked back to his room, the hostel dead quiet in the macabre darkness. He lay down on his bed and drifted into a silent slumber.

He was on top of a roof, Tristan was there and a bomb. He was back there again in1907.
“This thing’ll take out half the city. No more sinners, good guys bad guys. Arabs or anyone. No more Lillie.”

But where was she now? She was gone, he was alone and empty inside. He had no-one. Inside his mind there was nothing, a void where someone else should be... somewhere he should be.

He woke up at one in the morning, tears now falling freely down his face but he didn’t care. He sat up and cradled his arms around his legs and sobbed into them.

(Why would Chase like me? He hates me, I killed Gert... no that was Victorious not me. I’m not that monster, I won’t be that monster.)
He decided that in the morning he would talk to Chase, he’d finally set things straight and hope that Chase wouldn’t hate his guts.

* * *

A young lady’s body lay limply on the floor with two bloody puncture marks on her throat. A teenage vampire was sitting happily on fence overlooking the sea. He held a cup in one hand and sipped blood out of it through a straw. A pigeon turned and stared at him. He stared back, before smiling a reply:

“The funny thing about vampires is the fact that we can come back, we’re weird like that.”