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Four months had passed since Levi was taken. The blonde had come to accept that he wasn't coming back. It had made her sad, at first, but now she was just angry. Now she wanted someone dead. Thankfully she found others who wanted that same someone dead as well. Part of a small series of oneshots I wrote with the help of Mackenzie after Mayfield closed its gates and left all of our characters without a proper ending.

They went after Lucifer, who was skilled and deadly all at the same time. But that meant nothing to Mayor Black, Angelina, or Beverly, who could get their hand on him and deal a few blows. Each had their different reasons, their justification for insanity. The Mayor was going after him for the loss of his best friend's safety and sane state of mind. She would never be the same after he took her soul away all that time ago. Angelina went after him for the same reason as Mayor Black: her loss of sanity and innocence. Lucifer robbed that from her and left her in a state of night terrors and panic attacks. Beverly went after him for Levi, for Asher, for Andy, for Wyatt; for everyone she lost that she had to name a flower after. For Angelina and Mayor Black, the only two that remained in her life that were there to care about her. For Corinne losing the one she was in love with. All loss. All because of Lucifer.

What landed her a burning feeling on the inside of her chest and blood in her mouth was sacrifice. Lucifer almost got Mayor Black. Would've dealt the blow that ended his life, which would have meant Angelina would've gone right after. One was not without the other, and the brunette would've killed herself by her own hand first rather than have the Devil take her again. Beverly saw it from only a few feet away, while recovering from a blow to the face she knew would bruise. The two men were up against each other now; the only disadvantage being Mayor Black was facing the wrong way. If he turned, he'd be too late, and only stare into the eyes of his killer. He would've died hearing Angelina scream, and seeing his children's faces. He had family, friends, people who loved him and needed him. And who did Beverly have? She ran as fast as her long legs would carry her, hands coming out and meeting his body, putting every bit of momentum and energy into getting the raven-haired mayor out of harm's way. She heard a shriek that belonged to the youngest of the trio, something pained and afraid, as both bodies began their descent to the ground. The blonde felt burning erupt on her wrist, and was yanked back up, watching with wide blue eyes just as Alexander got out of the way. Her body jerked to face him, face Lucifer, knock his teeth in an bury a dagger in his chest with her free hand. He got to deliver the deathblow first.

Holding her wrist in one hand and setting the other to the center of her chest, the Devil did just what she expected: he brought her close and kissed her, forceful and hot. This time, however, it didn't make her mind fuzzy. Rather, it brought a blanket of quiet to her head. Not a relief, but a calm before the storm. It arrived when he pulled away, and something seemed to burst in her chest. It brought cold, overwhelming cold that robbed her of her body heat, snatched away the breath from her throat mid-gasp, and darkness climb into her eyes. Another scream from Angelina. "So close, my dear. So very close you came," he coaxed, his voice soft in her ear. Blood filled Beverly's mouth, and she could do nothing but swallow and focus on Lucifer's voice, the only thing keeping her grounded. She didn't know what he was doing to her, to her mind, to her body; she knew all of it was shutting down. It was killing her. "I wish I could apologize to you in earnest," he confessed. "Forcibly removing a soul is never the best way to go. It tends to tear the body apart from the inside out." That scream was her name she realized, static in her ear. Angelina, screaming out "Beverly!" in a desperate call for her newfound friend to be okay. Who did Beverly have? Angelina, as it seemed. "Daggers," she gurgled, spitting blood down her front, taking all of her strength and putting it into tugging the dagger from the holder secured around her waist like a belt, and putting it behind the weapon, easily making contact with the vessel of Satan and pushing the blade into him as far as it could go. A flicker of honest surprise cast a shadow over the vessel's face, turning Beverly smug. "Daggers can tear you apart." It was her favorite weapon of choice, just above poisoning. Letting the blood bloom past her lips again and drip down her chin, she yanked downward, opening the wound on his stomach further, feeling blood not her own warm her icy hands. "I wish I could apologize in earnest," she mocked, finally yanking the dagger out, blood arcing and splattering onto her dress-clad torso. With a hard shove, Lucifer stumbled away from her, bleeding from a deep, long gash in the stomach. Surprise mixed with resignation passed over his face. Then a smirk, breathless and bloodied. "I'll see you soon, love." His last words reached her just before the eyes of his vessel were overcome in black, rolled back, and the body collapsed to the ground.

A heartbeat, then two, and Beverly dropped as well, falling with a sense of grace, the dagger dropping from her hand. Silence cushioned her fall. There was a gross amount of blood that wasn't her own, and a voice whispering in her ear that belonged to the owner of the blood. I'll see you soon, love. See you soon... Beverly spat out a mouthful of blood, lungs on fire, stomach contracting violently. No, I will not die in a pool of blood and vomit, she repeated to herself. She kept repeating those words until she couldn't think straight, and she was sure she heard Levi in her ear. Still breathing, seeing the flecks of silver starlight in the deep velvet sky, but she was dead for whatever it was worth. "Beverly?" "Hey sweetheart." "You can hear me!" "I'm not all that surprised. I am dying, Levi." "You-" "Lucifer got me. He won. He tore my soul out. I can't taste anything but blood. And I'm... Cold." A growl reverberated through her mind. "I'm going to tear him apart." "We'll do it together then." Silence. The blonde could see it in the darkness: Levi's slightly furrowed brows, eyes wary of the explanation she had to give. All in her head, she responded, trying to contort her dying face into something resigned and helpless. "I'm going to Hell, Levi." Silence again. Her barely-beating heart was breaking. She could feel tears struggle, form, and slide down her bruised, dirty cheeks. "I'm so sorry." Because she knew he wanted better, for her to meet a different fate than Rose had. She repeated it out loud, voice garbled through all of the blood and sadness. "I'm so sorry." Dying in blood and tears is much better than the previous option, she concluded. She didn't care about dignity anymore. She deserved that much, to cry shamelessly and let her heart break under the pressure.

Three years she played the part of huntress, and Hell was her final destination. Even after the years of filing for redemption, getting out of the huiting business, changing herself and changing Levi; becoming allies with two people who she previously wanted six feet under. It seemed The Gang Upstairs would not take her. She still understood why. When she closed her eyes, she wanted to squeeze them tightly, then open them again, a reflexive habit to clear her vision. But they did not open again. Her body stopped everything no sooner than that: her heart beat one last time, her chest rose on a final inhale, and her tears ceased. Beverly Holtom died with the blood of the Devil on her hands and the knowledge that she did right in her still heart.

[magicadespells]

red string (2/2)

Everyone changes over time. Change is as normal to human nature as breathing. She can admit that she has changed exponentially over the past two years. And that she hates her past. Beverly Holtom’s past stays dead and buried. Usually because she buries it herself.

The second part to a fic wrapping up the whole Alec/Bev/Levi thing that no one asked for (and no one even cared about, because who the hell was Alec Nash?). Honestly, I just did all this to pester Mack. There’s some shoving/pushing/grabbing-type violence, and blood at the end.

Beverly’s home was very quiet, if not a little dusty, from lack of company.

The past month or so she had been staying with Levi, both for safety’s sake and, to a lesser extent, to test-run permanently living together. Though she came back once a day to tend to her cat Rocket, a variety of friends came by daily to check on the little white and orange feline and water her plants. When he opened the door, a small bell greeted them, the tiny cat happy to see them. Immediately the blonde’s spirits lifted at the sight of her pet; she picked Rocket up and began to scratch under her chin, earning an appreciative, loving purr. Levi headed toward the kitchen, set on making chicken noodle soup for his girlfriend, which he knew would make her feel better. She followed after a moment later, walking through the doorway with the cat in her arms. After digging through her pantry cabinet for a moment, he realized. “You don’t have any more chicken noodle soup.” He saw, from the corner of his eye, her put the cat down and walk over to the cabinet. She climbed onto the counter to get a better look, and took her turn at sifting through the canned foods as well. Standing behind her in case she lost her balance, a few moments of shuffling passed before she too said, “I don’t have any more chicken noodle soup.” Beverly sounded defeated, if not a little sad. She turned and sat on the counter in front of him. “I can go get a few cans,” he offered, setting his hands on her arms. But the unspoken question hung in the air between them – Are you okay with being alone? Night may have fallen, but it had only been a few hours since Alec had resurrected himself, and he didn’t want to leave her. She was quiet for a moment. “Okay,” she said, scooting close to him and wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug. He hugged her back. “Just don’t be long.” A pause. “Please.” She squeezed him gently, then let go. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Levi kissed her.

Once the door had shut, leaving Beverly by herself, she slowly climbed down off the counter, deciding to occupy her time by going to find Rocket. It was better than sitting and letting her thoughts overwhelm her. Walking out of the kitchen, she entered her little living area, looking around for her pet. “Rocket,” she called softly, making soft clicking noises as she went. Walking through the short hallway, then into her bedroom, she continued to call for him. “Kitty kitty kitty…” The soft ringing of a bell answered her. “Kitty kitty kitty,” she repeated, following the bell until she came to her laundry hamper. Inside was Rocket, curled up on one of her dresses. It made her smile. “Hi baby,” she greeted softly, picking him up. He began to purr as she held him, rubbing against her forearm in love. She giggled. Her cat always made her feel better. She walked out of her bedroom, back through the hallway, and back into the livingroom, thinking that turning on the television would be a good idea.

Her heart skipped a beat in terror. Alec was in her house. He was facing away from her, looking at the pictures above her couch. They were paintings done by Levi, beautiful flower portraits done just for her. Rocket hissed, alerting him of their presence and making him turn. “Hey,” he greeted, voice falsely cheery. He took a step toward her, making her hold onto Rocket tighter, who growled. A little laugh escaped him. “Hey, Rocket. You still got him?” She didn’t respond. “Told you I’d be back.” He held out his arms in triumph. “Get out.” Her voice was strong despite her mounting terror. “Get out of my house.” Alec tilted his head, features going soft. “Look, Bev, I know we got off on the wrong foot back at the flower shop, but-“ She cut him off sharply. “I said get out!” Levi would be back any minute, and what would go down if he found him in her house? It’d be better if he found Lucifer admiring her interior decorating. A beat of silence passed. “No.” His response was only somewhat surprising. Alec was just as stubborn as she used to be. “I’m not leaving you again, Bev.” He was slowly stalking toward her, making her cat get more defensive. “You’re mine.” That took her by surprise. “Excuse me?” she responded. He opened his mouth, as if to repeat it, she stepped forward then, anger sparked by his words. “I am no one’s. I am my own person. I am my own.” He was surprised at her lashing out, the emotion plain on his face. “I don’t need you to survive. I don’t need you to love me. I love me. That’s all that matters.” It had taken her years to love and accept herself, scars and all. And him coming in, saying that she was his, implying that she needed him to be valid, was not okay.

Alec closed the small amount of space left between them by grabbing Beverly’s arms fiercely, so much so that she dropped Rocket in the process. His meow of shock reflected her internal feelings fairly well. “You are mine, Beverly.” His grip was beginning to hurt her, no doubt going to leave bruises on her skin. “No one else is going to love you like I do. Do you understand? You need me.” His voice was raising as well, getting louder and louder as he got angrier. “Alec, let me go.” Her voice was much quieter than his in that moment. “No. I’m not letting you go. Ever. You’re mine.” He gripped tighter still. “You’re hurting me, Alec, let go.” His voice dropped low. “Good,” he snarled. “Maybe it’ll teach you.” “I said let go!” She pushed him away, done trying to be nice. “Leave me alone!” She could be loud too, not afraid to draw attention to them. Maybe Levi would hear, wherever he is. He came at her without missing a beat, taking her by the shoulders and slamming her into the nearest wall. “If I leave, you’re nothing without me! Do you understand? You’re nothing!” Despite his biting words, the yelling making her heart hurt, Beverly knew she was everything without Alec. She didn’t need Alec. She would never need Alec again. She could take care of herself.

“Let her go, Alec.” But Levi being on her side was a definite plus. Alec looked over at the other man, who was standing not far away, plastic bag in hand. “Who the hell are you?” he responded, not taking his hands off of Beverly. “Let her go,” was all he repeated, aggravating Alec further. He sized up Levi, then let go of the blonde, who dropped to the ground heavily. “This has nothing to do with you, man. You need to leave.” Levi bristled. “It has everything to do with me when it comes to her.” Alec stepped toward him, not backing down, adrenaline no doubt in full effect. “If you’ve got a problem, we can take this outside.” Silence passed over the three of them. Levi looked over at Beverly, who was all ready beginning to bruise on her arms, almost asking for permission. She knew he could take Alec, and kill him, no problem. The thought of him being dead didn’t affect her, which was only mildly surprising. If he was gone, he wouldn’t be a threat to Levi, or Angelina, or her, or any of her other supernatural friends. She nodded once, permission granted. “Fine,” Levi spoke up. “Outside then.” The three of them walked out onto Beverly’s white porch, her staying behind while the boys took it a few steps further out, onto her grassy lawn.

“So, you gonna answer my question?” Alec asked loudly. “Who are you?” Levi’s eyes shifted, dark brown being overcome by pools of black. It shut the other up quickly, making him blanch. The voice that responded was not Levi’s at all, but rather something much older and more menacing than the hunter had ever come across. “I am the Leviathan.” He went for Alec’s throat first, to keep the silence of the night unbroken. Blood spilled onto the grass, arching and splattering against the white deck boards of the porch. Beverly watched the entire time, unfazed, as the Leviathan tore her ex-lover apart, making sure to stand just away enough so as not to become bloodied herself. Once the deed had been done, Levi came back to Beverly, eyes still black, chest heaving, slicked in blood not his own. Gingerly she took his wet hand and stood on her tiptoes, kissing him softly and tasting copper. That brought him back to the mortal world, eyes returning to normal. Without a word, she lead him back inside, closing the door behind them.

[magicadespells]

red string (1/2)

Everyone changes over time. Change is as normal to human nature as breathing. She can admit that she has changed exponentially over the past two years. And that she hates her past. Beverly Holtom’s past stays dead and buried. Usually because she buries it herself.

“Me: you know what i should do Mack: what should you do? Me: bring back alec Mack: YOU REALLY SHOULDN’T”

A fic wrapping up the whole Alec/Bev/Levi thing that no one asked for and no one even cared about because who the hell was Alec Nash? Mack helped out, a lot. You know how it goes.

Almost a year ago - this coming November, actually, Beverly’s been very quietly keeping track - Levi told her that he was in love with a blonde for all she was worth, and that blonde was her. He may have been in a different body from when they first met, but he carried the same soul. She was in a different mindset and situation then, one less easy and forgiving. But now, Beverly and Levi had made it almost a whole year.

A normal Monday threatened that.

Angelina was in the back of West End Flowers, stripping roses of their thorns. And Beverly was in front, manning register, perkiness notably missing as she hit shuffle on the Pandora radio over the speaker system every ten minutes. It was mostly because it was slow. Usually she could stick with one particular genre if she had things to do, but everything had all ready been wiped down and cleaned, the pruning and shearing was being taken care of, and no custom orders had been made. It seemed this month just wasn’t one for flowers, no matter how much she wished it was. Her only source of entertainment was, then, flipping through the radio. Something came up then, fun and light and very upbeat. Beverly couldn’t help but smile a little as she recognized the song, a girl singing about letting the haters hate and shaking off the bad vibes.

The petite brunette she called a co-worker and a friend walked out from the backroom doorway, hair pulled into a low bun and a large batch of flowers in her arms. “Done, boss,” Angelina declared proudly. “Where do you want ‘em?” Beverly stood, walked over in her sunshine yellow dress, and took the roses in her arms. “I’ll get them in the fridge. Thanks, Ang. I know you were hired for bookwork but…” She gave a one-shouldered, sheepish shrug. “Hey, whatever I can do to help.” And with that - nothing more, simply stated and firmly declared - the other girl turned and headed back. And then, Beverly had something to do.

Putting together the vases, arranging the flowers while trying to be careful not to bruise any of the petals or tear and of them off; all together making everything look aesthetically pleasing took up a good amount of time. Someone had come in, bell over the door jingling over the music, while she was in the display fridge, humming to herself. She heard the beginnings of the opening spiel from Angelina, who had to have come out of the back at the sound - “Welcome to West End Flowers, my name is Angelina, can I help you with anything?” - who stopped mid-word. “Beverly.” It wasn’t in distress, or confusion, or looking for guidance. Usually those were the three tones she had when addressing a customer. It was in fear, just obvious enough to make Beverly take cautious, quiet steps out to the main lobby of her shop. At first she thought it was Lucifer, and Angelina had some sort of epiphany into realizing it was him. If only it had been that easy.

The blonde slowly strode to Angelina’s side, who was directly facing Alec Nash. The problem was not that he was here, or that he looked ready to choke out the other girl, or that he was clean-shaved and well-dressed as if he had a purpose here in her shop. The problem was that Alec Nash was supposed to be dead. “Miss me, blondie?” His voice hadn’t changed, still a little gravelly and soaked in cocky charm. All she could get out in response was his name, simply “Alec”, soft and disbelieving and, if him and Angelina weren’t mistaken, afraid. “All me. In the flesh.” He held out his arms and smiled. God, nothing had changed about him. Still about her height, still the same shaggy dark hair, still the same tall body and fit limbs. “I’m back.” His voice went soft then, and he took a step forward, toward Beverly. “For you, baby.” “Don’t.” And that’s when her voice came back, hard and heated. “I’m not your baby.” “Oh, Bev, don’t say that.” Another step forward, close enough to touch; Beverly stepped back quickly. “You know how much I love you.” However, when put side-by-side with her relationship with Levi, Alec was more of a partner than anything. They hunted together, ate together, sometimes shared a bed. Nothing more. There was sex, sure, but no love, no real feelings. They just made sure one another survived. “You loved me, but you left me anyway.” Her voice was cold now. “I just wanted to keep you safe.” Alec kept trying to get closer to her, but she kept backing up. “I had demons on my tail. They would’ve come after you if I didn’t leave.” What a twist of fate that one came after her anyway, but took her heart instead of her life. “So you left thinking I couldn’t protect myself?“ That wouldn’t be a first. “No! No, that’s not it. Babe, I just-” There was a soft snort from the register; neither had even noticed Angelina move away. She had her head propped up by hand, big brown eyes watching them, an amused smile on her face. “Oh no, don’t mind me, keep going. Watching this is fun.” Alec sneered her way. “You stay out of this.” It didn’t catch the brunette off-guard - she simply raised her eyebrows and smirked in disgust - but did Beverly, enough of a surprise to make her take the half-step forward and get in his face.

“You don’t talk to my friends that way.” He looked back at the blonde, with fire in her blue eyes and chin held high. “She - Your friend? Did losing me really make you that desperate for company?” His voice was low, rude, and smug. “I’m not desperate for company. Especially the likes of yours.” She poked him hard in the chest. “Now you need to leave my shop before I have to call someone.” Alec tilted his head, angling it so, if he got any closer, he could kiss her. “Who’re you gonna call, sweetheart? You’ve got no one. It was just you and me. Cut me out, and you’re alone.” Angelina piped up then. “She’s got me, asshole.” He turned his head just a fraction. “My boss told you to get out. I suggest you do that before I make you.” She kept going, not yet finished. “And I suggest you don’t come back. Because there’s more than just me you gotta deal with. Bev’s not alone. She never has been.” Beverly was the first to take a step, back and away from Alec. A moment of tense silence passed. “I can’t believe you’re making friends with the likes of her. Or anything like her.” He straightened, fixing a scowl onto his face. “I’ll be back.” A spark of anger shot through the blonde’s thin frame. “No you won’t.” He looked at her, genuinely shocked at her statement. “Don’t come back here. Angelina told you so. I’m telling you so. We’re done. Finished. I don’t want to see you anymore.” There was no hesitation, no remorse. It was clear what Beverly wanted. Alec shot one last look at the two of them, and left the shop. The moment he had gone, the blonde felt the strong urge to cry. “Bev?” came Angelina’s voice, not far from her, soft and concerned. “Do you want me to call Levi?” Levi. The name of her love made tears spring to her eyes. She nodded silently, and the other girl sprung into action.

It took no time at all to contact Levi on the flowershop’s landline. Angelina had to speak for the majority of the call, explaining to him what exactly had happened, and how Beverly was falling apart with every passing moment. It took even less time for him to get to the shop, gather his girl into his arms, and assure her she was safe. “Did he touch either of you?” was his first question. “No,” Angelina answered from atop the register counter. She had locked the door and turned the sign around – from OPEN to CLOSED - leaving the shop to just them. “He didn’t have to though. His presence alone shook her up pretty bad.” That was in a literal sense – tremors were rolling through the blonde’s body like tidal waves. “He’s supposed to be dead, Levi.” This wasn’t a situation in which the young witch felt comfortable calling the gentleman by his nickname. “When Alec left, he just left, man. No note, no phone call. Nothing. Left his clothes, his stuff, the-“ She stopped short, deciding against telling him about the engagement ring Beverly had found in the sock drawer days after he disappeared. “If I have anything to say about it, he will be.” Levi sounded so sure, so definite – and, if it were the love of her life in danger, she’d be the same way. A moment of silence passed before he looked over at her. “Are you going to be all right?” With a little smile and a wave of her small hand, Angelina dismissed his worries. “Don’t worry about me. I can protect myself.” Her lessons in defense with Mayor Black have been good to her. “Just get her home. Get her some chicken noodle soup. That’s her favorite.” He smiled a little at that, knowing that indeed was Beverly’s favorite. “I’ll close up here. Don’t worry about me.” Levi looked at the brunette and felt something stir in his chest. He did trust her, and he knew without a doubt she could protect herself. Angelina had grown so much since the first time they met. “Thank you, Angelina.” What he felt, he concluded, was pride. He was proud of her.

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