Chasing An Outcome

Chapter 3: Rift

Vincent immediately ran back towards Marcel's loft as he left his car. Upon arrival he noticed the door had been left wide open, as if someone had left in a rush. There was blood on the floor near a broken table, one of the legs had been broken off and had blood all over it. Marcel must've already activated the serum. One needed to die in order to do so.

This wasn't what he came here for.

Please be here.

He scanned the rooms before landing on Marcel's room. Relief washed over him as he came upon Davina's body. Her neck was still bloodied, signalling Marcel had not wasted anytime in his revenge mission.

Once again he tried his phone only to be met with the voicemail. "Damn it Marcel! Pick up your phone man! It's important! Davina isn't gone yet. Get back to me as soon as you get this."

His attention went back to Davina and he rested his palm on the top of her head. "Don't worry kid, I heard your voice loud and clear. I'm bringing you back."

To hell with the ancestors and their plans! He was not going to shy away from what needed to be done. Not anymore.

Meanwhile Davina and Nathan were preparing for the spell to take place.

"Okay, I've linked us." Nathan said and removed his hand from Davina's forehead. "Now all we need to do is wait for this Vincent guy to pull through. These guys are going to be wishing they never messed with us real soon. We're going to send them all packing!"

"Right, yeah of course."

"Davina, what's wrong?" Nathan asked when he noticed her slight shaking.

She bit her lip. "It's just, what if... what if I can't do it? What if I screw it all up?"

The last time she encountered Lucien she was absolutely no match for him. The way he pranced around her, like he could kill her with just a flick of his wrist, truly frightened her. And he knew it did too. He knew he terrified her. It's why he'd get uncomfortably close to her, invading her personal space. He preyed on the fear he induced.

"You won't screw up."

Davina turned to him, frustration and disbelief written on her face. "How can you say that so damn easily!? You've been trying to stop the ancestors for years and haven't been able to! What makes you think I could possibly figure it out? You don't know Lucien either! He's a whole other kind of monster." She clenched her eyes shut at the thought. "You're putting your expectations way too high. The truth is I'm not that confident! I'm not that brave and neither am I that strong! Above all, I'm not—"

His hand came to rest on her head, ruffling it in the process. "Do you want to know why I'm confident? It's because you're my daughter. And I believe in you. I have undying faith in you. Ever since I first laid eyes on you I knew you'd make me proud."

"Really?" She muttered. "You really believe I can do this?"

Again he ruffled her hair. "Of course. Without a doubt. And you aren't alone. I'll be by your side from start to finish."

"You were consecrated," Davina said as it dawned on her. She turned to look at her father, determination and hope burning within her. "That means I can bring you back! And I will. I promise I will. As soon as I make sure my friends are okay I'll bring you back."

"That'd be nice." He replied truthfully. "Then we can truly be reunited."

"Although," She said, tapping her chin lightly with her finger. "It would be a little weird seeing as how you can pretty much pass off as my older brother. How old are you?"