Charles | first draft

His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me.

“You have no idea who I am, do you?” I fought back the tears. Twenty years…

I lowered my pistol, but habit kept me from dropping it completely.

He shook his head. He was obviously confused. Weaponless, dressed in rags, and bleeding from his ears, he was a shell of the man I loved. Two years had passed since his disappearance but he had been busy committing crimes across the nation.

We had finally intercepted the signal that was controlling him and I thought maybe he’d be back to his old self, to the Charles that I loved and wanted and needed back in my life. And then we would live happily ever after and our kids would have their dad back and, in some sense, their mom.

But he kept staring. His once lively blue eyes held no signs of life. What had happened to him?

“You are the agent who has been chasing me for eighteen months.” His voice was monotonous.

“I am your wife.” I stepped towards him, dropping my gun. His eyes flicked from the ground to my hand to my watering eyes. In an instant he was holding the gun, inches from my face. Too weak to subdue me on his own, but fast enough to take a discarded gun.

Even if he did shoot me – please, don’t – I would regenerate too quickly for it to matter. And then I’d have to subdue him, hopefully without hurting him too badly.

“Are you going to shoot me?” The love of your life, the mother of your children…

“All Lycans deserve to be eradicated.”

“The bullets aren’t silver.”

“It doesn’t matter. One shot to the brain and-”

“To the brain stem, which is heavily protected and my reflexes are sharper than yours at this time of night.” He snarled.

“Grey!” The shout came from across the street, and in an instant Endymion was at my side, dressed in his signature black suit and standing between the two of us. “How did he get your gun?”

“Lapse in judgment.”

The vampire faced Charles, his back to me. “You are under arrest. You will come peacefully.”

“I … Am under arrest.” He replied dutifully. “I will come peacefully.”

“Hand your wife the gun.”

“I don’t have a wife.”

“Hand the woman your gun.”

I held my hand out, stepping out from behind Endymion. He handed it over dutifully.

Endymion grabbed him by the arm, escorting him to the car. I followed behind, putting the gun away and wiping the tears from my eyes.

Charles was silent in the backseat as we drove back to the station. We had set up shop at the local police headquarters when we heard he was assassinating local lycans.

The ride was excruciatingly long. I refused to look at either men, instead staring out the window at the still lively downtown streets.

“Klaus found the signal’s origin.” Endymion offered as we pulled up to the station.

“Will he be safe here?” All I could think of was our children, how happy they would be that he was home and how devastated they would be when they found out he was the bad man I had been tracking for so long.

“As safe as he can be. He’s still a wanted criminal. The things he has done won’t be easily forgotten.” Or forgiven.

I pulled myself together with a deep breath, unclenching my fists. “Okay. Let’s drop him off and go after the origin.”


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