A/N: Wrote this in 5 minutes after about an hours worth of writer's block. Must admit I'm not sure if it was worth it but I've uploaded nonetheless; it took me long enough to come up with the damn thing.
Warnings: Angst and spoilers
Disclaimer: See me, disclaiming… means I don't own shit.
Chase had always been good at lying. Even when he was a toddler he'd always been able to bluff his way out of trouble and everyone had believed him. He didn't know what it was that made him so believable; he supposed he was just a good actor, a useful talent he used almost as much as the power. And even now; in the middle of a dangerous confrontation with four other warlocks, he found it was a talent he could use at his disposal.
"I'm Chase Collins. I have everything I could possibly want!"
Yet he didn't. He had nothing he wanted; no family, no freedom, no lover. Just addiction. Addiction and a lot of time and money – nothing solid. Nothing that made him feel complete. And he knew what he wanted, even more than he wanted power.
Love.
Something he could never have because of the addiction; the constant need for more power and chaos that was slowly eating him alive and sucking away his life force. So he did unforgivable things and laughed about them harshly and hollowly, forcing himself to find joy in nothingness.
Chase Collins was glad he was a good liar and actor because if he wasn't then he knew that he would already be dead.