Note: Updates will be a bit slow next week but I will try my best, I'm sorry it's been so slow this past week as well...BUT! Did anyone else see the description for the February 7th episode, "Cold Turkey?" Honestly, I don't even know what to say about that one...anyway if you haven't seen it here is the description: "DESPITE TRYING TO KEEP HER DISTANCE, CAT RISKS EVERYTHING TO KEEP VINCENT SAFE — Cat suspects Muirfield might know Vincent's (Jay Ryan) whereabouts and in spite of her vow to go cold turkey, she is forced to interrupt his romantic cabin getaway with Alex in order to save their lives. Meanwhile, Evan (Max Brown) finds a bug in his lab and becomes increasingly suspicious of J.T." Honestly I'm kinda done with all these spoilers. One of you said that it seems to be mostly just Vincent and Alex and Cat is just out of the picture and I agree completely. I just would rather not know what's going on in future episodes because it's kinda bringing me down a bit. Like what was Cat going to do? Quit seeing Vincent cold turkey? Like what's that all about? Didn't he like JUST save her life for like the 50 millionth time and she's just gunna be like nope, I'm not seeing you. Like what is this?! Anyway, please enjoy the following story where Alex isn't in it because she is dead...wow that just made me sound like an AWFUL person...sorry guys...

I DONT OWN BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

Chapter 35

Vincent walked over to his own grave and knelt down in front of it. He felt this weird feeling in his stomach as if he was in a horror movie where he was a ghost looking down on his soul. It made his stomach flop around like a fish out of water. But he couldn't take his eyes off the stone. He read the lines which were carved into the grave.

Vincent Keller
PV2
US Army
August 29, 1981- August 11, 2002

He looked down at the base of the grave and saw a pot of flowers resting against it with a small piece of paper sticking out of it. He continued to stare at it debating on if it was just a flower-thing that said what type it was or it was something completely different. It seemed to be buried in the soil. He grabbed the small pot and dug at the soil to take the note out. He opened it up and couldn't breathe.

Dear Vincent,

We are so proud of you. Even though your mother may not have been a fan when you enlisted but sitting down writing this letter together, we can't even begin to describe how much of an honor it is to call you our son. I was afraid, we were both afraid, that we would never see you again and sadly that is what happened. But watching you leave that day for training...that was the proudest moment of our lives watching our son sign that paper and going into bootcamp and attending your graduation. Even though you lost your life...you died a hero. You took your own life and put it on the line every single second just to show your dedication to your country and also to fight in memory of your brothers. You are a true hero Vincent and we are so proud to call you our son. We love and miss you so much. Rest in peace...you are our hero.

With much love,

Your Parents

Vincent held the letter as tight as he could between his fingers. This, this, was the last thing he had of his parents. He didn't have anything from them until now. He swallowed to keep back his tears. He wasn't fully upset...but he was happy too. Happy to know how much his parents supported him joining the military. However he was sad because he didn't die a hero...heck he never even died. The most painful thing about what was done to him is that in order to keep the ones he loved safe, they needed to think he was dead.

He wanted to take the letter with him more than anything. He didn't know if his parents were still alive or not...he didn't know if JT was lying to Evan when he said his mother was dead. And then there was the newspaper stand guy that said his father used to stop by so he didn't know if he was dead too. He knew he had to leave the letter back in the pot incase a loved one looked for it. He wanted to keep them as safe as possible...even if they had to think the worst has happened.

After taking one last look at the letter he slowly folded it back up and placed it back in the pot. His eyes traveled up to the name on the grave again, Vincent Keller. He felt his stomach drop and his heart slow of depression. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay right there. With his friends.

After about five minutes of him just standing there he decided it would be best to just go back to the warehouse. He began to walk away and he turned to look over his shoulder one more time.

He walked back down the gravel driveway and took out his phone to see the time. 4:00AM. He sighed knowing JT was probably having multiple heart attacks but something told him to take a left. He didn't know why but he had the sudden erge to take a left down Greenwich Street. Part of him didn't want to but another part just made him. He began walking down the street with his hands stuffed in his pockets looking left and right as the tall buildings that were on either side of him. He made his way towards the sky-high blue lights and the sound of running water. He took a deep breath and stopped a few feet away from the memorial. He thought about the last time he visited and that was before he left for Afghanistan. He let out another breath and continued to walk towards the two memorials. He walked up to where the tower his brother's worked in once stood. He walked over to where he remembered his brothers names being carved into the stone. Michael Keller Jr. and Christopher Keller. He took his hand out of his pocket and ran his fingers over both names. He lowered his head and closed his eyes.

After about two minutes his eyes shot open sensing someone was near him. Before he had time to react her heard a voice from behind him.

"Sad...isn't it?" A man asked.

Vincent's heart stopped. 'Why hadn't I noticed there was someone else here?' he thought.

"I lost my sons." the man said making Vincent's train of thought suddenly stop.

Vincent thought quickly about what to say and the only thing that came out of his mouth was, "My fiance."

The man looked over at Vincent and gave him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry for your loss."

Vincent swallowed knowing what he said was entirely a lie. "Thank you." he said not making eye-contact with the stranger. "You lost your sons?"

The man nodded. "Yes...two of them. I'm surprised though someone else is here this early. I usually come down every night usually do to the fact I can't fall asleep."

"I'm so sorry. I'm actually visiting New York for a business trip and this is the only time I had to see this place." Vincent said still making sure not to make eye contact.

The man smiled. "Always something."

Vincent let our a small laugh.

The man sighed. "Michael and Christopher...you?"

Vincent's hear suddenly skipped a beat. "Alexandra." he said.

The man nodded. "My third son then enlisted into the army."

Vincent felt like he couldn't breath but he knew no matter what he had to stay calm.

A small smile formed on the man's face. "He wanted to make a difference." He then let out a small laugh. "Gosh, he was so brave."

Vincent swallowed as hard as he could and bit his tongue.

"He died too..."

"I'm so sorry." Vincent managed to say.

The man shrugged his shoulders. "Yes, it is sad...but I can't even describe how proud me and my wife were when he said he wanted to enlist. He just graduated from Medical school...had the job for a year. Worked so hard."

Vincent breathing became short and fast. "I'm so sorry...he sounds like he was a great kid."

The man smiled once again. "Indeed he was. Alexandra?"

Vincent forced a smile even though he felt like he was going to pass out any minute or have an 'episode.' but he knew he had to stay calm no matter what. He slowly nodded.

"You were going to marry her?"

Vincent nodded once more.

The man sighed. "I'm so sorry."

Vincent swallowed once again and felt his heart beat start to increase. "It was nice talking to you." Vincent said finally making eye-contact with the man.

The man held out his hand. "Michael Keller."

For a second Vincent just stood still. He felt like his whole life was just crumbling and there was nothing he could do about it. He looked into the man's eyes. There was no doubt that the man in front of him was his father. He took a silent deep breath and shook the man's hand. "Vincent Zalanski."

The man let out a small gasp which almost made Vincent just loose it. "You don't say...wow." The man looked at Vincent for a second. "You look just like my son who was in the military...and you're name is Vincent..." The man let out a small laugh. "Man, what are the odds."

Vincent laughed nervously feeling like he was just going fall to pieces. "Small word."

The man smiled once more and Vincent stood still just looking at the man.

"Well have a good night."

Vincent forced a smile. "Thanks you too."

The man began to walk away and Vincent stood there for a little longer. He watched the man walk away. Knowing that was his father just killed him. He desperately wanted to run after him and give him a hug and tell him the entire truth. But he couldn't. He couldn't risk his father's safety. But watching him walk away...clueless of who he really was, it killed Vincent more than anything. He hasn't seen his father for about 10 years and he watched his father walk down the street. He felt as if the earth from underneath his feet was just disintegrating...leaving him to fall. And this fall, was a long way down.

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