bottom line is that i'll never know : Scotty

[Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2yotog1.png,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/9prvw0.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Fin had been back home almost a week now, her dad's birthday was done and dusted and now Christmas fast approached. She'd settled in, caught up on the family gossip, how Aunt Lucrecia had had a few too many at her work party and ended up getting a rather vulgar tattoo across her chest. And to think, that woman had all but verbally ripped Fin apart to other family members about how her drinking would get her into trouble. Karma, thou are a bitch but God did Finlay like it. It had tickled her beyond belief to hear how her Aunt had gone from well respected in her workplace to a complete joke in one evening. Fin couldn't help but agree with her Aunt though, even if she didn't agree with how she had decided to get it through to her. Her drinking would have got her into trouble, a lot more than she actually saw. She was so different now though, motherhood had changed her and so much for the better. No longer was her skin a sickly, pale palor, her eyes framed by dark circles, her cheeks hollow, her body not much more than skin and bone. Now she could be considered tanned in relation to the residents of her hometown, she had filled out, healthily so, courtesy of chasing after a rapidly growing boy! Wandering through the streets of Hogsmeade, Fin caught a few people staring and nudging each other. Yes, gossip and drama died hard here, but she couldn't let it get to her. It was in the past, she'd moved on... well, she was in the process of moving on thanks to weekly therapy sessions. Her mother had worried about her going into Hogmeade alone, but it was something Fin felt she had to do to help her heal. She couldn't live her life fearing this town and its memories. She'd run, but it was still her home and part of her wanted to raise her son where she'd grown up, not some country so far away. This was home, she needed to feel safe here again. August had been left in the capable hands of his doting grandfather who was no doubt trying to educate him about 'real' musicians. It was Fin's choice to leve him at home today, purely for peace of mind. He'd be safe there, and if she had a panic attack, she didn't want to be worried about him too. He'd seen her after her nightmares, her crying fits, and it stressed him to see her scared and upset. Besides, she was here for a reason, to surprise someone who had kept her up to date with letters. Those letters had been lifesavers when Fin was homesick, for which she owed Dom greatly. Wrapped up against the cold north weather, Fin tugged the scarf tighter around her neck, blocking out the freezing breeze before she hugged her arms around her body. Okay, she was doing well!! She had mentally talked herself through the steps her counselor had given her. She was focusing on the end game, mentally picturing Dom's front door, just putting one foot in front of the other to get there. She'd done the meditating before she left the house, though that had been difficult with her dad and son in the next room air guitaring. Well, it had been difficult to concentrate and clear her mind but, oh the other hand, to hear the laughter coming from the pair of them was incredibly relaxing. Then she saw it. Something she hadn't expected to come across in her previous planning. The alley. Mental images came flooding back, Auggie, Silas, Scott... the blood, the death, everything that came after it. Fin froze, her body literally unable to move a muscle as her eyes stared blindly at the entrance to the place where her life changed forever. Feeling like the wind had got into her body, her lungs became stiff, making it difficult to get air in and out. Her arms tightened around her midriff as she struggled internally, her entire body going numb apart from the muscles in her legs that itched to run. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and ears as her view became obscurred, a black cloak closing in around her until only the entrance could be seen, nothing of the buildings beside it. Oh crap... already!? She thought she was going to do well! She had to stay calm, Fin knew that the only way she could get over this was to stay calm. Her counseler had been through this with her a million times, especially when she'd just begun to see her. It was just her body's defensiveness, it was her will to survive. Nothing waited in that alley anymore, Silas wasn't going to pop out at her, she knew that, she knew now that he had no idea she'd seen him. Calm. Just... stay calm. Happy thoughts. Auggie, her August. She thought about him at home, her father teaching him to headbang, how these new bands knew nothing of music, how his era had been the greatest for music. Now it was all about money, back then it was about the love of the job and the fans. She could just imagine her son looking up at him, smiling but completely lost in her father's reminiscing. Okay, so she could breathe now. It was just an alley, it was the memories that made it threatening... but that's all they were, horrific and tragic memories. But then again, without all of that, she wouldn't have the son who thinking about calmed her. He was the end game the counselor kept talking about, she'd gone through Hell but she had him.

[Scotty Kovac]

Time, it was funny how quickly time had flown by and what a time period it had been. Walking down the quiet main street of Hogsmeade village with his hands in his pockets Scott Kovac had changed a lot in the time that had passed. Quite literally in the sense his heart had stopped beating and he had changed species from human to vampire, complete with fangs. He had also changed figuratively too. For awhile he'd been depressed about no longer being human and the horrible things he'd done as an unguided and unsupervised changeling but eventually, with Samuel's help, Scott had moved passed it and grown into his new lot in life. However, it had come at a price.

Scott had not only grown into his new situation but he had grown apart from Vivian because of it. Thinking on it, it had been awhile since he had last spoken to his ex-girlfriend. When it had become clear that she no longer wanted to be with him even though she had saved him from death he had been more than a little bitter. Why had she saved him and given him hope for their relationship if she didn't really want to be with him? He supposed with a shrug that the fact he'd fathered a child and then offered to raise it without consulting her first had been a decisive factor in the termination of their already rocky relationship.

Too bad, it was shame it had ended because when it had been good it had been brilliant but there was no use crying over spilt milk. Scott would always have the memories of he and Viv together and who knew, they had both had eternity and a lot could happen in eternity. Thinking on it more as he walked, Scott also came to the conclusion his embracing the vampirism may have also driven a wedge between them but he wasn't entirely sure about that theory. At first he'd been resistant to learning vampiric things like she had been but, once the initial shock had passed, the realisation that he had no choice but to sink or swim had dawned on him.

There would be no going back to human for him so Scott had reasoned with himself that learning to be a vampire would be a necessary part of the second chance he'd had thrust upon him. He had taken to it like a fish to water. After much blood and tears (alas he could no longer sweat) with Samuel he had gained control over, for the most part, his changeling bloodlust and had learnt the basics of hunting -like how not to kill a person when one fed and basic scent recognition. Things were going swimmingly in the vampire department and the thought made Scott smile as he walked, his fangs glinting in the darkness.

The time that had come to pass so quickly had stopped and slowed until Scott found himself in the present. He wandered down the main street, instinctively bracing himself a cold he could no longer feel in the human sense and heading to the Three Broomsticks. There was a girl waiting for him in London who he'd met while out on coven business with Sam. Scott didn't like her all that much but his reasoning behind asking her out had been to distract himself from thoughts of Fin. As another member of the coven had helpfully pointed out, she would have had the baby by now and yet she had made no effort to contact him.

It had made Scott grow listless and somewhat angry that his child was being kept from him so the plan was a night out with a stranger to distract himself from the girls already in his life. Just as he neared the pub a scent caught his attention like a slap to the face. It was one he knew all too well and one that would probably haunt him for the rest of his life. Fin was in Hogsmeade and she was close, very close. Setting out at a jog Scott began to hunt it until she came into view. She was alone and very not pregnant. At a supernatural speed he ran down an alley to the street parallel to the one Fin was on. Being as silent as Sam had taught him, he ran ahead of where he could hear the girl's heartbeat and swung back around onto her street about what he judged to be a hundred metres in front of her.

Hopefully she hadn't seen him yet but, regardless of whether or not she had, he stood in her path with his hands buried in his long black cloak and a stern look on his face. The mother of his child had gone back on their deal and now so was he, she would now have to see him again. "Finlay Mackenzie it's been too long," he said softly out of the dark. The words he had spoken had been chosen deliberately, she had taken too long to go through with their arrangement and now Scott was less than impressed with her.

[Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2yotog1.png,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/9prvw0.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Each day was a battle, Fin knew this all too well, it being the mantra her counselor had drilled into her head from the very beginning. There were days, even now, when Fin didn't want to get out of bed, when all of the memories got on top of her and she literally didn't have the energy or the urge to drag herself from the safety of her duvet. There was always going to be something that would trigger a flashback, a memory, something that was completely random, like the smell of toffee ice cream made Fin's stomach cramp up and brought back memories of that night with Auggie, when she'd broken down in front of him. She'd never eaten toffee ice cream since, the very thought of it made her feel sick. Snowball fights reminded her of Scott, how he'd been so full of life and so excited about the battle he'd just survived between the Slytherin and Gryffindors. Yellow and Black, Red and Gold... school colours. Anything like that brought on a barrage of things that sometimes got too much for the youngster. It would never stop, Fin knew this. It was like a grieving process, her couselor had said. She was grieving for what happened to her; and like the loss of August would never be forgotten, she would never forget what happened to her, but time would heal her, make her deal with things better. Hogsmeade was so quiet tonight, the streets were pretty deserted, which meant the residents of this sleepy town were either wrapped up at home or in the pubs, drinking away and socialising. It was a real culture shock to be here again, after spending so long in America, living life the American way. Even their magical towns were different to this. Everything was bigger there, and her new hometown was really, really hung up on the witch trials still. The history there rivalled Hogwarts. Thoughts of her new home, albeit temporary, tugged at her in a way she didn't expect. She'd grown attached to Salem, but only really realised that fact now she was back in Hogsmeade. Having made a few friends in Salem had helped her to settle in, cemented her place as Annabella and made it easier to formulate the lies her new life caused her to create. Only one person, other than the counselor and the school staff, knew about Auggie there. She missed the way everyone there seemed to be so helpful, always greeting her with a smile, no whispers behind the hands, sideways glances. She missed her place, the one storey, open plan house with a garden and pool, where she could just curl up with her boy on the sofa, watch a film, eat popcorn. Continuing to walk down the street, Fin avoided people's gazes whenever anyone was within the vicinity. The alley had shaken her, she could move now but it had shocked her. Getting the looks she had been able to ignore before would break her now. Head down, get to Dom's. Simple. ~Finlay Mackenzie it's been too long,~ Not so simple. Her body tensed at the words again, not because someone had spoken to her, not because someone had used her name, more -who-. She recognised the voice, but how could she not have done? That voice had once been the voice that would make her heart speed up, her cheeks flush, bring a smile to her face. Now, it made her heart speed up but for another, very different reason. Her eyes shot from the cobbled path beneath her feet to the darkness the voice had come from. "Scott..." Her initial reaction came out in a breathy whisper, her body once again frozen with her muscles begging her to run in the opposite direction. She'd wanted this to be simple, she hadn't figured the father of her son appearing out of the darkness. No, she'd needed this to be simple, she'd needed it to help her heal, but seeing him there, hands tucked into his coat pockets, a look on his face that chilled her to the bone, it tore open the wounds she'd been working hard to close. Scott was wrong, it hadn't been too long; right now Fin felt like it hadn't been long enough. What did she do? Run? He was a vampire, he'd be faster than her, he'd catch up to her in no time, and even if she could lose him, he'd be able to track her. So what choice did that leave her? Talk to him? How the hell could she begin that conversation? Her best bet would be to apologise for running with his son, breaking their deal... but she couldn't... she wouldn't apologise for that. Clutching at her sides, Fin could feel her fingers clenching and releasing in a rhythm as she stared at a man who held so many titles in her head and heart. She didn't want a fight, she wasn't at this stage in her counseling! Dealing was one thing, but being face to face with Scott was another. Everything attacked her at once, the same feeling bombarding her like when she saw the alley. Her chest hurt, like -really- hurt. She couldn't get enough air in, highlighted by the wheeze that escaped her lips, growing louder with every breath she got in. Black, everything around him was black, which only drew more attention in her head to the pale complexion in the darkness. ".... I can't..." Breathe, that was what she was trying to get out. Her body finally allowed her to move, but all she could muster was the ability to get to the nearest wall and assume the position she'd been taught to do. Leaning her arms on the bricks, Fin bowed her head, closing her eyes and mentally talking herself through this. Scott wouldn't hurt her. He couldn't. He'd done that already and she had his son. Her mind moved back to the night in the woods, by the lake, his face as he begged her to shape up, stop trying to hurt the baby. He loved that child before she did, he wouldn't hurt her if he ever wanted to see August. She just had to open her lungs. Amazing how her counselor had told her a panic attack was her body getting into fly or fight mode. In her experiences, they rendered her unable to do either, just curl up against a wall and attempt to stop herself from suffocating. The pain in her chest was still there, burning through her lungs like a wildfire with every movement. Great. She should have just stayed home. Her eyes remained slammed shut, her brain ordering her to focus on Auggie, her baby. Picturing him as a newborn, the first time he smiled at her, that moment the nurse made the error and plopped his tiny, bloody form on her chest, that moment when she fell in love with him. Scott had caused that.

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[Scotty Kovac]

He couldn't believe it but something close to anger coursed through his dormant veins. It shocked and appalled him; if even disgusted him. Before everything he had been patient with almost all matters so why now was Scott so close to becoming vehement with the girl before him? The brain inside his head rationalized that he should be much more than irritated that his one and only possible natural child had not been delivered to him at birth as promised. That was a fair and reasonable excuse. Of course there was also the other excuse that he was no longer the same Scotty Kovac.

An innocence in the boy had died the day he had resurrected and unfortunately it would mean that those that knew him would suffer in longing for the old, carefree school boy. With a wrinkled nose, Scott took in Fin, inward and out. She looked good, sobriety suited her as the fuller figure and healthy pink skin attested to. No longer did the smell of alcohol he had only ever remembered her having hang around her and gone were the sallow cheeks the drugs had caused. Inwardly Fin was not well, no doubt due to Scott's presence. Her heart raced and fear leaked through her pours.

Through the gloom he heard his name and, although Fin only breathed it, it sounded as loud as a church bell to the changeling's sensitive ears. A tang of adrenaline spiked the air signalling that the chance of Fin running when he wasn't finished with her was high. If she did it would be a mistake on her part. Although Scott didn't want to scare her too much he would have to in catching her and pinning her so he could continue the meeting. Looking at her, Scott's face became stoney and unreadable as the girl spiralled further and further into full blown panic.

He said nothing as Fin gasped for breath, instead he stood in the street with his hands in his pockets waiting for her to calm down. There would be no use in talking to her until her despair had peaked and then lowered. Carefully he hid the longing for his one and only child that had settled itself in his chest and threatened to cross his face as he waited out Fin's attack. At last her heart calmed enough for it to be deemed worthwhile in venturing forth with the issue at hand.

"We made a deal Fin," Scott spoke softly. His never-faultering gaze became more intent and some of the desire he had wanted buried crossed his features. "Where is it? Why have you gone back on the deal? Why did you lie to me? Did you mean this to happen all along you ležanje curve." his anger at the betrayal flared in the form of an insult spat at the girl in Croatian. Calling her a lying whore in a language she couldn't understand was hardly warranted but a fierce passion had gripped the changeling and had gotten the best of him.

[Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2yotog1.png,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/9prvw0.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] It just cemented into place that the old Scott was gone, even the one who had begged her to change, tearfully agreed to having him wiped from her memory. Schoolboy, human Scott, and even to a degree the broken Scott, would have been at her side, rubbing her back or something, trying to soothe her. Not this one though, he was just stood there, watching her struggle. That didn’t help her chest from releasing its grasp on her oxygen. Flashing to a memory of a rather emotional counselling session, Finlay remembered sobbing to the shrink that it had all been her fault, the reason they’d been out that night. If she’d just sucked it up, if she hadn’t let Scott’s reaction hurt her so much, August wouldn’t have tricked them into meeting. They’d all be alive. Hell, if she hadn’t slept with him in the first place, he’d still be the same old Scott, her Scotty, her best friend. No one knew, not even her parents, but Fin missed the pair of boys so much that she had often written them letters over the past year. Her shrink had said it would help ease the pain if she had written her apologies out to them, but it continued and Fin had found herself writing to August when she needed someone to talk to or she missed him. She’d even written to Scott when the guilt about running struck, explaining what she had done, giving her reasons. Like the apology letters, those letters remained locked in a box under her bed. They were never meant to be sent, it was merely an instrument to stop her internalising her emotions. But now he was here, and he wanted answers, to his face. Knowing she couldn’t outrun him, that he wasn’t going to let her go without getting what he wanted, Fin strangely found that thought loosened her chest. There was no escaping this, but acknowledging the fact was forcing her body to do this. Opening her eyes when he spoke, Fin took in a shuddering breath, trying to find the strength to peel her gaze from the bricks and look over at him. His tone changed, reminding her of the way he’d spoken to her in the morgue, causing a whimper to leave her lips. The sinister tone, the tone that didn’t fit the Scott she’d once known, made her muscles shrink until he accused her of wanting this all along, like she’d planned it all. Shaking her head, Fin finally sucked in a breath and turned her head to look in his direction, but she could only glimpse his eyes before she had to look down at the floor. “It was a mistake, S…” His name stuck in her throat as she closed her eyes and wrinkled her forehead as she attempted to make sure her words came out as clearly and concisely as possible. He did deserve to know the truth, know how guilty she felt for running, but she doubted he was in the forgiving mood right now, and the idea that one wrong word could have him snapping her neck petrified her, he still petrified her. His native tongue swept straight over her head, and though she couldn’t understand the words, the intonation made it easy to guess it wasn’t anything good. “Please…” Still breathless, Fin moved off the wall, wrapping her arms around her body but still remaining close to the bricks. She had to start at the beginning, answer all his questions to the best of her ability. She owed him that… and she just wanted to run home and hold her son, their son. “-He-… I had a boy… He’s at my parents’, his name is August…”

[/b] Her voice was still quiet, scratchy and hoarse, but the thought of August’s face kept her on her feet, she needed to be strong for him, “And I didn’t want… to go back on the deal… I never planned this…”[/b] Finally looking up to meet his gaze, her own eyes showed her guilt and sincerity as she swiped the tears away with a hand, “I never meant to lie to you, Scott… you… I did everything you asked, I stopped drinking, I got clean… and it hurt. The cold turkey, hurt, the pregnancy, hurt. Then I went into labour, and it had been planned, I would give birth to him and they would take him straight away, sort me out and take me down to have… your part of the deal done. My mum told me to not look at him… but the nurse put him on my chest…” She wasn’t trying to blame the nurse to take the blame off of her, but it was a fact in the story, the pivotal action that changed everything. Remembering that moment like it was yesterday, the moment his little body had been plopped on her chest, Fin felt the tears spring to her eyes again, “And there he was… this little, tiny thing… and he looked so innocent… and it hit me, it wasn’t his fault, he hadn’t asked to be born, he wasn’t the cause of all of this… he was the result… and he was me… and then…”[/b] She sobbed, “He grabbed onto my finger, and I couldn’t let him go… he was mine… I’d carried him, I’d gone through the labour… he was mine and I couldn’t hand him over.” Feeling herself break, she wept her way through the explanation until her maternal instinct came through and she could even hear the determination when she told him that August was hers.

That was the short version, after that came the whole deal of why she hadn’t told him, why she’d just run, but she was just hoping, albeit wishing on a star, that it would be enough for him. Silently praying, Fin begged that he’d let her go home, or someone would venture into the alley and save her.[/justify][/size][/color][/font][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[Scotty Kovac]

Contrary to the popular belief of those around him, like Vivian, Ed and even Sam, there were traces of old Scott lurking just beneath the changeling's surface. For instance his old sense of humour had come back only a few weeks after he had woken as a vampire, and his optimistic streak had made itself apparent again, if a little more twisted than it had been. Still, an anger born of longing had settled itself in Scott's gut and had festered like an infected wound ready to infect Finlay. How could she deny him his only natural born child, and a son at that? Scott's face wrinkled as Fin rattled off what she had named him; August wouldn't have been his first choice but he did not protest it.

"You're damn right it was a mistake," he snapped back. Unfortunately for Fin he was not in a forgiving mood as stealing a baby didn't come under Scott's list of forgivable offences against him. He probably would have been angry about it had he still been human but the cold edge he displayed to Fin in the street probably wouldn't have been there or it would have been much less apparent. What she said did appeal to his softer side but could not conquer the anger that had been building since it had become clear their deal had been broken. "You did everything I asked and that's great but you didn't do the one thing I asked to give me in return. I asked you to get healthy for your own benefit and for August," Scott spat savagely.

"I stood with nothing to gain from you getting off all that govno. I would have done all that begging even if you hadn't been pregnant." Frustrated, he boy let out a small sharp grunt and turned from watching Fin struggle to control her panic. "Well what the stupid nurse did isn't my fault is it?! You could have told me you karanje slabodušan, you fucking coward." Accusingly he jabbed a finger at Fin as he spoke, doing little to hide the anger in his tone. He placed both hands over his ears to get across the message that he'd heard enough. "I. Don't. Care. Fin. You've denied me the right to see my son because of some nurse's mistake? That's not good enough, he's mine too! Did you ever think about that?" Scott barked, taking to pacing the road while throwing Fin a savage glare.

"Tell me this; did you ever plan on telling me about him or this? Or were you going to avoid me, ignoring the fact that I would have hunted you down eventually?" As he said the final words he lunged forward, stopping when his face was inches away from the girl's. "I trusted you," Scott whispered dangerously, "hand him over." Although he made no outright threat, the changeling's voice betrayed the message that he meant business. What Fin didn't know was Scott would never have hurt her or her family but he would use that lack of knowledge to his advantage.

[Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie]

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I'll tell you something,I am a wolf but

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If only Fin had gone through with the memory wipe, the man standing before her would just be a case of mistaken identity for her, she would have been able to tell him so, told him that the father of her son died before he was born, it was a tragic accient but she still thought about him every day. If the ex-Hufflepuff hadn't been so traumatised by the sudden appearance of his presence, she would have been able to act it, pretended that she didn't know him. Alas, neither of these things had happened, just Fin breaking down, curled up against the wall with tears stinging her now rosy cheeks.

Hearing the tone of his snap, Fin flinched, she was strong when it came to her boy, but this? This just dragged up a million and one memories she wished she'd had removed, even the better ones. With Scott barking at her, Fin wished she'd had him wiped from her memory completely. As the vampire before her continued his barrage of insults at her, his words cut deeper and deeper. Each one sliced away everything the counselling had done for her, tearing away everything she'd become over the year.

What the stupid nurse did wasn't his fault... but damn it, it wasn't hers either! He ranted and raved as though he was the innocent party in this! She could have -told- him? HIM!? Fin's eyes had no problem looking at him now, and though her body still quivered with shock and fear, her chest still leapt with the remenants of sobs, inside, he'd done it. He'd stripped away the calm her counselor had kept building week by week.

Completely ready to argue back, Fin's tongue stuck in her throat the moment he lunged at her, his face hovering dangerously close to her, his body invading her personal space. Trapped between him and the cold, hard wall, Fin flashed back to the hospital, his words still burned into her memory, accompanied by the feeling of phantom hands sliding over her body, up her legs, making her skin crawl and the bitter, acidic taste of bile rise in her throat. It wasn't what he said now, it was the fact that the creature stood before her was no different to the monster in the morgue, taunting her with words and the unspoken fact that he could overpower her.

::Hand him over::

Fin's mother had often told her that if she had looked at the baby, she wouldn't be able to let him go. She'd told her that motherhood would change her, that even without August around, she'd sense when something was wrong with him. She'd warned Fin that motherhood would make her an animal, a lioness. She'd be beautiful, selfless, strong... but feral and vicious when her cub was threatened. Her eyes remained focused on the tarmac beneath her feet she'd shot to when he lunged. It took a moment, but finally she let out a low growl, "No..."

Looking up, her eyes were on fire with the anger that boiled inside her frame, "How dare you... how fucking dare you!" Raising her hands to push against him, Fin gripped her fingers into the material on his coat collar, "Like I'd let someone like you raise him, so he could become another version of -you-? So he could treat women the way you do? Relying on his threats, intimidation and rape to feel like a man?" Her back was pressed against the wall painfully as she returned her own assault on him. Yes, her words were hurtful but she was in pain, she wanted him to hurt. "And you... acting like you did nothing wrong through all of this... how you're the poor father who lost access to his son... -you're- the reason it fucking happened! You're the reason I got pregnant, you're the reason I wanted to die, why you had to beg me off that crap. And don't give me the shit about it being selfless... you did it so you wouldn't have to deal with the grief on knowing -you- were the reason."

Her reaction, deep down, shocked even her. Since everything happened, since she'd been in counselling, her temper hadn't flared like this, and more to the point, he was a vampire, he could snap her neck without even blinking. Fin guessed the reason was that, although she didn't know Scott wouldn't hurt her, she did know that if she died, he'd never be able to know her son.

Then, just like that, the anger disapated, her body calming at the thought that she held the cards. With her hands still tangled in his coat, Fin sighed, "And how could I tell you?" A complete change in her voice, no longer yelling but calm, almost soft, pleading her case. "You weren't there... you... I... and how could I tell you that I'd changed my mind? Just show up and tell you? I was petrified of what you'd do to me... so yes, I took the coward's way out and I ran..."

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[Scotty Kovac]

No, Scott visibly blanched at the word and the fury that followed. His words had stung her, he'd known they would, but he had not prepared himself for her to fight back. Fin's own fire was unexpected and left the changeling reeling for a moment. The normal, calmer and close to the old Scott side of him wanted to apologise for what he had said but the anger that had been boiling beneath the surface dissolved the notion. "Don't you touch me," he snapped as Fin's fingers wrapped around his coat. With supernatural strength, Scott shrugged her off and backed away from her slightly.

"Someone like me? Jesus Fin, look at yourself so high and mighty now but not too long ago you were just some crackwhore," Scott snarled. "You were just some druggy who took advantage of what friends she had." Finished for the moment, he glared at her through cold eyes and let her continue her abuse. His fangs became bared as she brought up his part in her becoming pregnant. "And you think I wanted to do that to you?! How dare you think I did that of my own freewill. Didn't you fucking listen to Sam? You thick bitch." Scott knew he had been overly harsh but the fact he had raped Finlay would forever be a sore subject with the boy. Even then he was still ashamed of what the changeling in him had made him do.

"I didn't want to fuck you the first time or the second time. I never wanted to have a kid with you but then it happened in the morgue and I have had the grief of knowing I was the reason smothering me all this time. Stop with the holier-than-thou attitude and talking like you know what I've been going through," Scott growled with his fists balled tightly from anger. Even though he didn't need to, the boy still breathed heavily as all that he had thought about since Fin had gone came out into the open. A high and sceptical laugh escaped his lips as the girl made excuses for not telling him she had changed is mind.

Oh I don't know," he started sarcastically, "an owl maybe, or a messenger or even a howler. There's a tonne of ways you could have told me." Having gotten over the shock of being attacked back, Scott stepped closer again and whispered dangerously, anger dripping from every syllable, "I had been preparing for months for this kid and then you pissed off without a word. That hurt Fin, that really hurt. August is my only chance at a kid, to have a family. Put yourself in my position Fin. I wanted a family and a life before I was forced to be this." By some miracle he began to calm down but still folded his arms defensively as Fin declared Scott could not take their son.

For awhile he remained silent. The animal within him wanted to kill her, to tear her throat out and drain her but Scott had since learned to control it after its rampage through the morgue. "I don't want to take him from you, that was a mistake to say," he said finally, his voice more level. "But you can't deny me the right to see my own son. I want to see him Fin, that's all."

[Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2yotog1.png,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/9prvw0.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] How had it come to this? How had the fates deemed it right that the two former best friends would be screaming at each other in the middle of the street? Fin knew she had hurt him, but the more he went on, the more hurt she got, and the more hurt she got, the less she wanted to see it from his side. Deep down, she already knew how hurt he must have been, why else would she have written him those unsent letters? As he taunted her, she felt each word bring up a memory she wished she could forget. Calling her a crack-whore, saying she had taken advantage of her friends... they were cruel words when a tiny voice in her brain, trapped behind her predominant, screaming banshee, cried out that he was the one who had no idea. The drugs had been her escape, he and August were the only two friends she had kept in the entire school... and August would never have been in that alley if it wasn't for her. Scott wouldn't have been in that alley. She could blame Vivian all she wanted for turning Scott, but the counselling had only made her go into denial about the fact that, had she not run, none of this would have happened. Yes, she knew he hadn't wanted to sleep with her either time. She knew that well enough when she saw his reaction in the room of requirement. To this day she still felt a pang of nausea charge through her stomach whenever she pictured his face at that moment, the moment he realised she wasn't Vivian... and she realised she had been foolish enough to think he had really seen her. Vivian... that name still sent shivers through her spine every time she heard it, whether it was called out to some student in her new school or mentioned of the television. Looking up at him, Fin was grateful for the calming in his tone, even if his stance said otherwise. It forced her brain to clear, his words to really hit home. She still stood by the fact that running, at that time, had been her only option, but she could see it from his side... especially now she realised how much he had wanted a family... but she'd always known that, since he begged her to stop the drugs, but he'd wanted a family with -her-. The silence was blissfully peaceful, a complete contrast to their earlier exchange of heated words. Fin couldn't tell if it was the proverbial calm before the storm or whether Scott was actually going to throw aside the intimidation and insults. I don't want to take him from you, that was a mistake to say... but you can't deny me the right to see me own son. I want to see him Fin, that's all. It actually called to her, hearing the more rational side of him, but something inside had been shaken by the anger and aggressive side he'd shown previously. Raising her hands in a somewhat surrendering motion, Fin fixed him with a look, one that was trying to remain calm but dominant, "I'm sorry, Scott. I'm sorry that I hurt you... I am trying to see it from your side... I've been trying to do that for the past year. I know how badly you wanted him, which is -why- I ran. I couldn't help the fact I fell in love with him the moment I saw him, -please- try and see it from my side too. You would have killed me if I'd given you anything. You'd have traced me from the message and ripped my throat out because you weren't in control... and I'm not even sure you are now." Pulling a locket out from beneath her collar, Fin took it off and opened it before handing it over to him. Inside was a recent picture of August, laughing before he planted a big kiss on Fin's cheek, both looked happy and content in the afternoon sun. "That's him... now look at him and tell me you could have dealt with someone else calling him dad..." That had been the clincher, knowing he'd wanted to raise August with Vivian playing mum... like Fin had just been some breathing incubator. The moment his finger had wrapped around hers, she couldn't have him call anyone else mum. "Promise me... Scott, promise me that there is some semblance of the boy I knew in there. Promise me this... bully side you've shown tonight will -never- be shown to August... and... and..."

[/color] Her breath sucked in her chest, part of her screaming at herself not to be so stupid, but part of her begging to be free to run home, "And I'll arrange that you can come to my parents' house... meet Auggie on my turf, my rules..."[/justify][/size][/color][/font][/td][/tr][/table][/center]