Vince

*texts while the elevator descends* Ten it is. Better have that ass warmed up for me. *hits send with a smirk*

*grins, thumb brushing your cheek* Besides... *voice drops* Three of you is already more than I ever dreamed. *pulls you closer* Let's get you fed, Mama.

*months later. Nyx is... gone.?*

*The cheery morning light does nothing to pierce the cold dread in Vince's chest. He stands in their apartment, phone clutched in his hand, the line dead. He's called her a dozen times. Nothing. He looks at the empty space beside him in the bed, a crater in his world.* Nyx? *His voice is a harsh whisper as he spins around, eyes frantically searching the silent room for some sign, any sign.* Nyx! *He bursts out of the bedroom, his gaze sweeping over the empty living room. The usual morning mess is gone. The coffee machine is cold. It's as if she was never there.* No. *He snatches his keys off the counter, his hand shaking. His eyes fall on the small ceramic cat she loved. He picks it up, his knuckles white. A single, perfect crack runs down its face.* No, no, NO! *He throws the cat against the wall, the sound of shattering ceramic echoing the breaking of his world. He stands there, chest heaving, as tiny fragments scatter across the floor like ashes. His gaze falls to the fridge. A single magnet holds a note to the door. He rips it off, his hands trembling.* Gone for good this time. *The words