Vince frowned when he came home to see the door open. He thought that maybe Casey had just opened it to let Atlas out or something and he waited by his motorcycle for a good ten minutes, but it stayed open and no one came in or out. The house was lit up, but silent. Feeling the blood chill in his veins a bit, Vince slowly made his way inside. He got about two steps into the foyer when he saw her - the love of his life bleeding out on the floor. He stumbled back a bit, supporting himself on the wall as a panic attack took hold of him. He was only on the wall for a split second before he was kneeling down and cradling Casey’s head in his hands, frantically feeling for a pulse. Her leg was broken and all her major arteries had been punctured. The wounds were distinctly vampiric and Vince wanted to cry. He’d told them, he’d fucking told them that he wasn’t selling to them anymore. After setting the bone back into place, Vince rushed to the music room. He kept his stash of demon blood there under the floorboards. It took him a while to get the syringes because his fingers were slippery with Casey’s blood. Casey’s blood. Casey’s blood all over the foyer floor. Casey’s blood in those vampire’s mouths. Casey’s blood on his clothes. Casey’s blood on his hands. This was just as bad as that dream he had, years ago.
Vince rushed to Casey, demon blood syringes in hand. He’d never used them on anyone other than himself before, but he had to save Casey, and this was the only way he knew how. He lifted her limp body into his arms and expertly injected the demon blood straight into her heart, where it would circulate through her body quicker. She screamed and writhed in agony, which Vince expected. Vince did not expect her to start coughing up a strange, black, tar-like liquid. “Casey?”
"What did you do?" she wheezed, staring at the empty syringes in her chest. She yanked them out and tossed them aside, whimpering in pain and curling into him. "Why does it hurt even worse than before?" she asked, coughing up more of the viscous black stuff.
"Wh-What? It’s not… It’s not supposed to hurt, it’s supposed… s-s-s-supposed to make you better, it’s supposed to fix you, it - it - it"
Casey placed her hand on Vince’s cheek, gently stroking his cheek with her thumb and effectively silencing him. “It’s alright, Vince. It’s gonna be alright. You’re gonna be alright… Oh, wow, this hurts.”
Vince couldn’t control himself, he was full on sobbing. “Casey, I’m so sorry, I thought - I thought - I thought I could save you, I thought it would work, I… Casey, I can… I can - I can end it. I can end the pain, at least.”
Casey shook her head, her hand falling from his face down to his chest so her fingers could trace the tattoos on his collarbones. “…Just… Just hold me?” Vince choked back his sobs, wiping his eyes on his sleeve before hugging Casey tightly. Why did he bother drying his eyes? He just ended up sobbing into her neck anyways. She started to weakly run her fingers through his hair. “I love you, Vincent Alexander Constantine. I always have and I always will. I only wish I had gotten to be Casey Constantine. You’ll be okay without me, I promise.”
"No. N-N-N-N-No. Need you. I-I-I-I need you, Casey, I…"
Her hand stilled in his hair shortly afterwards, and he never got to tell her that he loved her, too.
Vince knew now that the demon blood wouldn’t kill her, but all this blood loss might. He injected five syringes of the stuff into her, just for good measure. He was worried when she didn’t writhe or scream in agony, like she usually would have. The wounds healed perfectly fine and her pulse was strong now, but… she wasn’t waking up. Why… Why wasn’t she waking up?
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