WriterFreak001:

Just to let you know, this fanfiction is winding down. I suspect, AT MAXIMUM, there will be 5 chapters (and maybe an epilogue) left. There are a few answers we need to figure out.

1.How will Vincent react when he learns about Catherine's heritage?

2.What will happen to Gabe?

3.What's in store for VINCAT's future?

4.Will VINCAT end up getting married?

Now…after re-watching a few of S2 episodes, I learned that the real Rebecca Reynolds was alive 200 years ago. I had forgotten that fact so for this fanfiction only, she was alive during WWII.

JUNE SECOND IS ONLY DAYS AWAY! :)


Title | Reality

Fandom | Beauty and the Beast (CW)

Description | Catherine learns some heavy duty information from her father, Agent Reynolds when she visits him in the cell regarding Vincent's recent arrest. One thing leads to another, eventually causing Catherine to wake up in a hospital while shouting Vincent Keller's name. Gradually, she is convinced that everything she has learned about beasts was all made-believe to help her cope with her mother's death. Will Catherine buy into the story the doctors are telling her? Or, will she see past their deception and find a way back to reality? If you want to find out, continue reading!

Rating| This fanfiction will be from now on be rated M for language, sexual themes and anything else M-rated I might throw in it. If anything, read at your own discretion.

POV | Third Person Omniscient

Disclaimer | While CW owns Beauty & the Beast, I am the owner of this Masterpiece.

Claimer | I am human; there are bound to be mistakes. If you feel like something should be changed, you have the power to send me a review/private message. I can't guarantee if I'll change it every time but I do read all of my reviews and all of my private messages!


Reality

Chapter 11

Written by: WriterFreak001

~Beauty & the Beast~

"Wait…, let me get this straight." Vincent pushed his hair back and leaned forward towards Catherine. He took her hands into his and stared into her eyes. "Your father told you that I'm basically the direct descendent of these Felisians due to some atavism, and Rebecca Reynolds is actually your great grandmother, who so happened to have given birth to a child with Beastly DNA, making both you and your father predisposed to beast serums? Not only that, but the gem was made with your great great grandfather—Rebecca's father—to dis-empower beasts in case they ever tried to kill him? Am I missing something?" His eyes didn't blink.

"Other than the fact that Schizophrenia runs in my family, I think you've covered most of the major points." Catherine replied, still wondering how Vincent was processing all of this information.

Vincent licked his lips and frowned.

"Something wrong?" Catherine squeezed his hands.

"If Reynolds is actually telling the truth for once, then with you being predisposed, you're at risk of becoming a beast."

"And?" Catherine raised her eyebrow. "I know what you're thinking Vincent, and I want you to stop it right now. Just we because we…you know…, it doesn't mean my DNA is going to change. It would have already changed if having sex was some sort of risk."

"It's always a risk with me," Vincent commented.

Catherine cupped his face and smiled, "Yes, it is, Vincent. But it's a risk I'm willing to take with you. Besides, even if having sex changed my DNA, I wouldn't complain."

"You don't want this kind of life," Vincent brought his hands up to hers.

"Vincent, I'm fine." She grinned. "Nothing has happened yet, so until something does, we're not going to worry about it. All right? Besides, if you're so worried I'll acquire beastly DNA through sex, then we can always use that gem as a precaution. Remember? It debeasts you."

"Debeasts?" he laughed. "I think JT is starting to rub off on you, Catherine Chandler."

She shrugged. "Possibly."

They leaned in for a short kiss, before Catherine pulled her face away. "Vincent, there's more."

"More to the story?"

"Not really…I mean, there's more to our story than to Rebecca's story." Catherine replied.

"I'm listening." He kissed her once more.

"My father told me that the reason you are sexually attracted to me is because of my predisposed blood; he says I'm some sort of walking pheromone to you. He said the same thing about Tori, but since her Beastly DNA was exposed, her power over you was stronger."

"I don't care what your father says, Catherine; trust me when I say this, I love you for you—not because you're some sex magnet."

"I know, Vincent."

"But that doesn't explain why I wasn't attracted to any other predisposed women." Vincent raised his eyebrow as he touched his chin.

"Maybe because my predisposition is stronger than other predisposed women?" Catherine shrugged. "I really don't know. Robert never really explained that part to me."

"Hmmm… I guess we have a little bit of investigating to on our own then. Perhaps it goes further than we think?"

"It's possible." Catherine pressed her lips together. "Anyway, I think there's something you need to know, Vincent. It's about our…connection."

"Go on."

"When my mom was creating the beast serums, she knew about Rebecca Reynolds being my great grandmother. I'm guessing Robert had told her when she found out she was pregnant with me—I don't know all of the details, but she did something to one of the serums."

"What did she do?"

"Well, since she knew it was only a matter of time before someone connected the dots and found out about my heritage, she wanted to make sure I had some sort of protector. That being said, she withdrew my blood and apparently used it as a foundation for one of the serums. She picked a soldier at random, and injected that serum into him. That's why we are tied together—why you can hear my heartbeat or sense my presence, Vincent." Catherine leaned her head against his shoulder. "My DNA is encoded into yours so, based on what my father said, you virtually have no choice but to protect me from danger."

"What are you saying? Our relationship—the love we share—was programmed into me?"

"No," she shook her head. "No, of course not. Apparently, your DNA forced you to protect me, Vincent. The intent was protection, not love. You are free to love whomever you want to, Vincent. The serum my mother gave you created an artificial beast out of you; your results improved more than anyone else because of your genetic markers. When my father took you away before wiping your memories, you underwent serious training. The training changed you; once your body was strong enough, you inherited your true Felisian form. At least, that's what my Dad said anyway."

"Kind of sucks that this Felisian Beast suit didn't come with cell regeneration." Vincent chuckled lightly. "I kind of miss that trick."

"Maybe," Catherine stared out at the water in front of her, "Maybe you'll develop more skills as you improve your beast."

"We both know what happened when I relied too much on my beast, Catherine. If using my beast costs my humanity, then I don't want to use it unless I have to."

"Vincent, embrace both your human side and your beast side. Don't just choose one or the other. Like it or not, the beast and your human side are what makes you, you. I don't prefer one over the other, and you shouldn't either. Rely on both; okay?" Catherine felt him kiss the top of her head and mutter an "I'll try." She closed her eyes, embracing the pleasant moment shared with her fiancé.

~Beauty & the Beast~

Two Weeks Later

It had been a great afternoon for the Beauty and her Beast. They had sat down and worked on wedding plans for most of the morning. When they started talking about a potential honeymoon, if Vincent's name ever gets 100 percent cleared of Curt Windsor's murder, they ended up starting a pre-wedding honeymoon in the middle of Catherine's living room.

As they were about to go for another round of sexual bliss, Catherine's cell phone rang. She reached over Vincent and grabbed it from her pants' pocket. She recognized the number from Rikers. Robert.

"Answer it." Vincent whispered as he kissed her forehead.

"Are you sure?"

"He is your father, Catherine, whether you like it or not. Perhaps it's something important. He is allowed one phone call every once in a while."

"All right," She pressed the talk button and placed the phone against her ear, knowing Vincent would be able to hear the conversation regardless. "Chandler."

"Catherine, we need to talk."

"I told you I wasn't going to speak to you anymore, Bob. So whatever it is, I don't want to hear it." Catherine frowned.

"Catherine, you walked out on our conversation before I could have a chance to tell you some vital information. I will admit to you, Catherine that I was trying to scare you with that Schizophrenia talk, all right? I was desperate and I needed to create a reason to scare you away from Vincent."

"What makes you think I'll trust you after lying to me like that?!" Catherine was furious. She wanted to march up to Rikers and put a bullet in her father's stomach for manipulating her like that.

"I know I caused you a lot of pain and distress, but I really need to talk to you about something; I may not have been the best father in the entire world, but I do care for you. If Vincent is there with you, bring him as well."

"Why? So you can order a firing squad to kill him? I know what you're capable of, Dad. I'm not going to risk Vincent's life over something so stupid."

"Catherine Chandler, don't you dare hang up on me! We need to talk; it's of life and death, and if you don't come to the prison right away and hear what I have to say, you may never get this chance again."

"Is that a threat?"

"No. A warning. Let's just say, I don't have that much time left before the supreme council sends someone after me. I don't have time to explain myself, but just trust me on this!"

Without so much as a word, Catherine ended the call and looked at Vincent. "What do you think?"

"I think we owe it to ourselves to find out what he has to say, Catherine. You and I both may have every reason to hate him, but I could tell he was telling the truth. His heart was racing out of fear. We go in, grab the information we need and head out. That's all there is to it." Vincent wrapped his arm around her back and turned her over until he was pressing her against the bed and staring into her hazel eyes. "Perhaps there's more to the story—something he neglected to tell you last time."

"Vincent, he lied to me; he tried to convince me that I had Schizophrenia in my gamily gene pool; I'm not exactly in the right mind to listen to him right now." Catherine laced her fingers behind her fiancé's neck, and pulled him down for a kiss.

"We'll listen to him together, Catherine." Vincent pressed his belly against hers, causing her to close her eyes with pleasure plastered all over her face. "Remember, I can tell if he's lying; if he starts talking lies, we'll leave, okay?"

"Okay." Catherine nodded. After an hour or so of rolling in the sheets, the lovebirds cleaned up and got dressed before heading out to Rikers. Part of Catherine was curious to what her father might say, but the other part of her wanted nothing more to do with him. He deserves whatever he has coming.

~Beauty & the Beast~

"You have ten minutes, starting now." Catherine spat as she and Vincent walked into Reynolds' containment area. Catherine took a seat, and Vincent stood behind her, gripping the chair and focusing on controlling his anger.

"I know you two are fed up with me, but I promise everything I say is the truth. From now on, I won't lie anymore." Reynolds said. When Catherine and Vincent didn't say anything in return, he continued. "When Vincent was arrested, my superiors were notified. One of my former employees visited this morning, informing me that the Supreme Council—my employers—are preparing to send someone my way to terminate me. It could happen any moment so no interruptions, please.

"I wasn't honest when I said I was ordered to eliminate beasts. In fact, as an FBI agent, I was the only one cleared to know what my mission was. All of my employees thought I was to destroy all beasts. However, that was not the case. I was told to eliminate all Muirfield beasts. That's why we had Li Zhao killed; he was the official creator of Muirfield experiments. We all know that his serums were faulty—terrible side effects. The Supreme Council has created a new serum—one that will not only create beasts, but make them lose their humanity as well. No connections equal a better soldier. As an underling of the Supreme Council, I did not have the power to stop them.

"The Supreme Council only knows Vincent Keller as a Muirfield experiment—they do not know about his Felisian genetics. I discovered that all on my own and decided to keep that knowledge for myself. When they heard Vincent Keller was still alive, they ordered their contact to pull together a statewide manhunt. My employee believes it will be in effect tomorrow. I realized that no matter what I have tried to do, you two kept coming back together. I don't like it, but there's nothing I can do at this point. I'm sure Vincent is up to speed about everything we have discussed the other day?"

Both Vincent and Catherine nodded.

"Good. Then after everything I tell you two, I am putting my daughter's life in your hands, Vincent Keller. You are bound to her in ways you can't even imagine; protect her with everything you have. Understand me?"

"You don't have to tell me twice." Vincent replied as he squeezed Catherine's shoulders. "I swear on my life I will protect her. My hatred for you pales in comparison to the love I have for your daughter."

Reynolds grimaced. "Very well. You have my blessing. I lied to you, Catherine, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you that fib about Schizophrenia. When I discovered how much stress I placed on you—causing your accident—I realized I had gone too far. For that, I am terribly sorry. Rebecca Reynolds, however, was indeed your great grandmother. Her father did indeed help create those beasts-, but I never told you how the beast serum was created or who even acquired the materials to create it. Your great great grandfather was a renowned scientist—I've told you that before. He was the one who told Hitler about the Felisians. Jerome Reynolds had a collection of old journals dating back to the early eleventh century; the journals belonged to one of his great ancestors—Cynemær. Cynemær was an alchemist who described beasts in his writings. Essentially, he was the one who named Felisians, Felisians." Reynolds looked at Catherine, "He was the first in our family line to start searching for Beasts. At the time, he didn't wish to kill any of them; he only wanted to study them. These journals have been passed down from parent to child in our family for hundreds of years; no one knew about them until World War II when Jerome opened his big, fat mouth and told Hitler about the journals.

"Cynemær, as written in his entries, found a full-fledged Felisian. While most of the Felisians who were still alive before the Crusades were in hiding, one particular Felisian stood out; he wanted to make a name for himself. Hell, he even became a great King for all of his efforts. Much of what Cynemær has written in his journals coincides with what happens in the legendary story, Beowulf."

"Wait," Catherine rubbed her temples, "You're saying Beowulf was real?"

"After everything you've seen, are you surprised?" Reynolds countered.

Catherine kept quiet, and let her father continue. "I'm not saying Cynemær was the writer of Beowulf, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was. Cynemær served Hrothgar; he worked most of the time as a court physician, but during his free time, he focused on alchemy.

"After studying Beowulf's anatomy, he assumed there were others like him somewhere in the world. He used his knowledge to create a gem—much like Rebecca's gem. He wrote down all of the ingredients to make the gem, and made it. At Beowulf's request, he gave the gem to the king before his battle with the dragon so the warrior-king could have the strength to defeat the creature. You two know the tale; Beowulf died during the battle because the dragon was too great a feat. Cynemær took the gem back once the king was dead, and hid it somewhere. I have been all over Germany in search of those journals, but could not find them. Hitler must have confiscated them after Jerome had died. If the journals are found, that's one step closer to finding the gem. Rebecca's gem was a replica, made by Jerome based on Cynemær's journals. However, according to Jerome's own writings—which I have at my home—the gem he created had one substituted property embedded into it."

"What was that?" Catherine mused.

"Rebecca's blood."

"What?!" Vincent and Catherine both exclaimed.

"Look, I'm not a scientist; I don't understand how it worked or why it worked, but it may explain a few things. Tell me, Vincent, did you notice any changes the first time you touched that gem?"

"No. Nothing seemed to happen when I first had it in my hands the night I stole it from the Russians."

"How about after Catherine had touched it?"

Both Vincent and Catherine recalled the night the precinct was being held hostage for that gem. Tori had the gem on her for the first part of the night, but she lost it when one of the bastards had ripped it off of her neck. "I don't recall Catherine ever touching it," Vincent replied. "Not unless…it happened when Tori attacked her at the houseboat when we were waiting for those thugs." He turned to look at Catherine. "You remember, don't you? The night you arrested Tori?"

Catherine looked upwards as she tried to remember that night. "I guess I may have grazed it…I don't know really. I sort of blocked memories of Tori out of my mind for personal reasons." Vincent gulped at hearing this. He couldn't blame her for not wanting to remember those dark days.

"And then after that?" Reynolds raised his eyebrows. "Was the necklace working?"

"I would say so… the moment they ripped it off of Tori, she lost control. And then when Vincent recollected it, he also lost his beast abilities." Catherine said as she stood up. "But what does all of this mean?"

"I can't be one hundred percent sure, but Catherine, your blood is special; I don't know how your mother created a beast serum off of your blood, but she did. Your blood is the same blood that ran through Rebecca's veins; that being said, it shares some of the same properties the gem does. I am led to believe your blood is a key to creating an eventual cure. I think your mother realized it too, and decided to link your DNA to a beast—to Vincent—because if anyone trying to create beasts ever discovered the potentials your blood has, they would find you and kill you. I wouldn't be surprised how much the Supreme Council knows; they could be listening to us as we speak."

"Then why say anything at all?" Vincent asked, frowning as he folded his arms across his chest.

"Because you two need to know what you're dealing with. The more you know what I know, the better off you'll be." Reynolds answered Vincent.

"Then what makes me so different from you?" Catherine asked. "After all, you have that same blood running through your veins too." Catherine stood up and gripped the bars of the cell.

"But I'm not anatomically linked to a beast like you are, Catherine. Not only did your mother give Vincent a serum with your DNA, but she also gave you a small dose as well—but with his beast DNA instead." Reynolds said, causing both Vincent and Catherine to look at each other.

"W-why would she do that?"

"It strengthens the bond between the two of you. In a way, the serum she injected into you Catherine created some sort of calling card, if you will. It wasn't enough Beast DNA to change your anatomy, but it was enough to help your body develop a stronger pheromone for Vincent. He is just as much encoded into your DNA as you are encoded into his, Catherine. Essentially, the blood bond you share mates you two for life."

"Woah, hold on," Vincent cut in. "I thought you told Catherine I had a choice of whom I could love."

"You do," Reynolds replied. "Just because you two have no choice but to cross paths over and over again, it doesn't mean you two would love one another. Consider it an added perk." He looked at Catherine, "Your mother was very detailed in her research—especially on Vincent's DNA. However, she kept her research of the blood bond separate from her Muirfield files in case anybody ever looked for them." He handed Catherine a folded piece of paper. "This will tell you everything you need to do once you leave here, Catherine. It will tell you where to find things or what to start looking for if you two ever want answers—or just want to gather all of the materials and hide them so no one can get to them. It's up to you what you do with all of this information. If anything, there is one thing you must know."

"What?" The couple said in unison.

"The more you two share a bed, the stronger your bond becomes. Vanessa considered intimacy as a possibility if you two were to ever meet in person, and she calculated that the moment intimacy was activated, there was no turning back. You two wouldn't have been able to separate your love bond even if you wanted to. And I know the two of you tried and failed. I hated the fact that Vanessa tied my only daughter to an abomination, and that's why I tried to convince Catherine to kill you, Vincent. No hard feelings."

"You're lucky you're behind bars." Vincent's eyes glowed.

"Like I said before, Dad, Vincent and I aren't going to let some destiny or whatever screw with us. Sure, we may have met due to this blood bond, but my feelings for Vincent are real. I fell in love with what makes him Vincent, not because I was programmed to do so." Catherine linked her fingers with Vincent's and leaned into him.

"Like I said, love wasn't a part of the package deal. Just proximity and protectiveness. The pull you two feel? It's all part of the gig—you are drawn to one another because you two are designed to protect each other. Vincent saves you from danger, and you are able to keep Vincent's humanity in check. Love just happens to be one of those benefits. Sex too. Though, sex certainly strengthens the bond. When you two started sleeping with other people, the bond weakened—I'm sure. Ever feel like the two of you were a bit out of sync during your separation?"

"What are you getting at?" Catherine raised her eyebrow. She didn't like where any of this information was going. It was too much.

"When you two started having sex with other people, Catherine—you couldn't make proper judgments—and Vincent, your senses were off. Am I correct?"

"Well," Catherine shrugged, "I did sleep with Gabe so I guess that would be a poor judgment." Vincent smirked at her remark.

"And when I was with Tori, things just didn't feel right. Sure, she amplified my power, but it felt off—out of place. I didn't even sense JT fast enough like Tori. That's how she got there before I could; my beast senses were out of whack. It was only when my feelings for you, Catherine, resurfaced when I felt like my normal beast senses were returning to their normal selves. I agree what JT said when he thought I should use both my human and beast abilities; a mixture is what feels right. Overloading on Beast is too much. I needed to find a balance, and when I did, it led me straight to you."

Catherine smiled as she looked at Vincent, and he returned the gaze.

"Ugh. You two make me sick." Reynolds coughed, interrupting the love birds. "Whatever is in your mother's notes combined with those journals is key to unlocking all secrets about Felisians and beasts. You need to recover Cynemær's gem too—and destroy it. Destroy those journals too—if you want to read them first after you've found them, go ahead, but destroy them or hide them or something to keep them away from curious evils. Perhaps you two can find Cynemær's journals and the gem, but I would start with Vanessa's writings first. I've told you the cliff notes to everything I know. If you want more details, read the paper I gave you. It'll guide you to my resources. Perhaps you can figure out what I couldn't. Make sure you read pages 154 through 157 in your mother's research; it will be of some use I would think."

"Why don't you just tell us what's on the pages?" Vincent asked.

"There are ears everywhere," Reynolds looked over towards the guard standing in the far corner, "What I told you isn't particularly harmful."

"You told us Catherine's blood is valuable! How is that not harmful?! Especially if there are listening ears?" Vincent threw his hands up in the air, looking at Reynolds as if the old man was stupid.

"I told you that because from this moment forward, both of you are going to have to look over your shoulders, and be weary of unwanted visitors. Paranoia may be a bitch, but it usually keeps people alive. That being said, I want the two of you out of New York City by nightfall. The manhunt is real, Vincent," He looked towards his future son-in-law, "If you're still in the city by tomorrow, they will find you and Catherine, and they won't hesitate to terminate both of you. Don't contact anyone on your way out here. Go home, and go straight to the warehouse," he looked at them, telling them to go along with it. "Take whatever you need, and get the hell out of here. If you can, leave America."

"I can't leave," Vincent replied. "If I do, then I'll be perceived as guilty for killing Curt Windsor."

"If you don't leave, you'll die anyway!" Reynolds shouted. "If you two ever want to have a life together, you have to leave NOW! And don't look back! Now get out of here!"

"Wait?" Catherine looked at her father, "What's going to happen to you?"

"That's none of your concern! All I want for you, Catherine, is your safety. I don't care about my life—only yours. Now leave or all of this will be for not!" Reynolds grabbed his cell bars and continued to shout at them, telling them to leave.

Vincent grabbed Catherine's waist and walked her out of Rikers as quickly as he could. He wasn't going to take any more chances. If leaving NYC was going to keep both of them alive, then that's what they were going to do.

~Beauty & the Beast~

When the couple drove away from Rikers, Catherine looked over the piece of paper her father had written to her. "What does it say?" Vincent asked while he focused on the road.

"It's a list of instructions," Catherine said before reading them out loud. "One, go home and gather everything you need. Two, don't contact anybody. Three, acquire burner phones, but keep your location to yourselves. Four, go to Vanessa's final resting place; her journals are hidden underneath a floorboard in the house next to her grave. Five, leave the state using stolen cars or busses. Six, change names. Seven, do whatever the hell you can to stay safe." Catherine folded up the paper and looked at her fiancé. "So, are we really doing this? Are we really leaving New York City?"

"You heard what your old man said, Catherine. There's going to be a manhunt for me—for us. We have no choice." Vincent replied as he sped down the road. "Don't worry about not being able to contact JT or Tess. JT and I have a system; if I ever needed to leave immediately at any time, there are things I do to give hints to JT so he knows what's going on. We have a code." Vincent noticed how frazzled Catherine was so he took her hand in his, and kissed her fingers as he kept his eyes on the street. "We'll be okay, all right? We'll figure this out."

"I can't lose you again, Vincent." Catherine closed her eyes to keep tears from falling down her face. "I made my decision long ago—if, for some reason, you had to leave, I was going to go with you at all costs. I don't care where we go or where we end up; as long as I'm with you, Vincent, that's all that matters."

"Good." Vincent squeezed her hand, "Because I'm not leaving New York without you."

~Beauty & the Beast~

Thirty minutes have passed since Vincent and Catherine left the prison, and Robert Reynolds sighed, wondering if it was the right thing to do to send his daughter and her fiancé away. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. It was going to be a long night. He heard footsteps walking towards his cell, and he turned to look at his visitor.

"Did they take the bait?" the voice asked, standing in the dim moonlight.

"Yes. They did." Reynolds frown.

"How much of that bogus story was actually true?" his visitor stepped closer to him.

"All of it. Catherine and Vincent's heritage are true, and the blood bond they share are real as well. Well, except for the fact that the Supreme Council was after me." Reynolds answered nonchalantly.

"It doesn't matter how they bought it, but you're sure they will go through with it?"

"Yes. If anything, Vincent is willing to protect my daughter at any cost. He'll do what's necessary." Reynolds replied. "Now, how do I know I can trust you to come forward with your end of the deal?"

"My end of the deal?"

"I told you Catherine comes out unharmed in all of this. All I want is that beast dead, you hear me?" Reynolds grabbed his bars. "You keep my daughter safe no matter what."

The voice laughed. "Oh that deal. After what I've learned at the hospital, I don't think I can do that."

"What are you saying?" Reynolds's eye twitched.

"Oh, let's just say I paid Catherine's doctor a while back to give me everything they acquire of her medical condition. I even paid him two thousand to keep a certain bit of information quiet from his staff, Vincent and your daughter." The man laughed. "As it would turn out, your daughter is five weeks pregnant. I'm sure it won't take long for the father to sense his child's presence. Then again, after tomorrow, there won't be a father anymore. Nor will there be a fetus."

Robert felt like he was about to throw up. Sure, he hated the idea of his daughter being impregnated by a monster, but removing the fetus would destroy his daughter more so than if they had just killed Vincent altogether. "How do you plan on removing it?"

"Well, I figured a bullet to her lower abdomen would do the trick."

"Don't you dare hurt her, Lowan!" Robert spat. "If you want that fetus gone, fine! But wait until she's taken to a proper facility."

"You don't get to tell me what to do anymore, Reynolds. Remember, I was always in league with the Council, pretending to blend in and never hear of such a thing. I was merely sent to gather information about the beast and Catherine's relationship with him. Then I decided to test the waters—that's when I contacted you to take Vincent away from her. Thanks for the bullets, by the way. They stung like a bitch."

"I was only following orders from the Council. You're lucky Catherine was there to save you. Then again, maybe she shouldn't have." Reynolds smirked. "I liked you better dead."

"You know what?" Gabe sneered. "I have to say, I feel the same way about you." Before Reynolds could do anything, Gabe pulled out a gun with a silencer attached to it and fired three bullets at him, one hitting his chest, another in his stomach and the third in his neck. Gabe turned around and looked at the guard, "Take care of him. Let the Council know Reynolds has been terminated. Tell them not to worry, Vincent Keller will be dead soon enough.

~Beauty & the Beast~


WriterFreak001:

I bet you didn't see THAT coming! (In truth, neither did I! ^_^)

Will Catherine and Vincent fall for Gabe's trap?
Is Reynolds really dead?
Will Vincent figure out about Catherine's pregnancy and sense the trap before it happens?

So many questions to answer! Next update will be uploaded sometime during the weekend. Please read and review, let me know what you think!

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