|A Life Worth Protecting
Author: Illead PM
Final episode. Catherine dies and Vincent has the life she possessed in a much small form. Oneshot. Charie death.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Words: 439 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 06-06-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8189814
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A Life Worth Protecting
Catherine, he realized, had passed, and with her death, a new cry was given, a cry so wild and sad he held the bundle in his arms. His own child, who looked perfectly human, in his coarse blanket. Respectively, he kissed Catherine's forehead, hoping she made it to a better sort of land, a land few judged you. She had just died from childbirth, and the loss of such a great, strong woman led to this bundle, this miracle, that was his. "It'll be alright." He told the baby, who stopped crying as soon as he spoke, his voice calming the newborn infant. "I promise I'll keep you safe from harm, from the dangers you may face, to the best of my ability."
"Vincent, you need to name him." Father stood beside Vincent, looking at the babe. "He's going to need a strong name. One he live up to, like you have, like Catherine had."
"Leon." The furry beast-like human was musing, and shook his head softly, mane moving with it. "No, not Leon. No... He must have a better name than that. How about... Aaron." Then Vincent smiled. "Aaron. Yes, that is a suitable, strong name for him. Don't you think, Father?"
"I quite think so. Would you like us to bury Catherine above?" Father smiled, a hand on Vincent's shoulder comfortingly. "Or should we bury her where you would like us to?"
"I would like you to bury her here, in this earth, where she truly belonged and shined. It would suit her strong will to survive." Vincent looked to the now sleeping infant he held, swaddled in the blanket. "Somewhere we can all find her, for Aaron's sake. He'll get to know her better than way."
"Here, under this earth?" Father looked to Vincent carefully, studying his calm surreal face. "Alright, Vincent. But we'll need a place for him to sleep. Perhaps...?"
"A wooden crib. I can make it myself, with the proper materials." Vincent, though, wouldn't set him down, and as he sat on the bed, he held the infant close, not suffocatingly, but to keep him protected. "I'll make it tomorrow."
"Goodnight, then, Vincent." Father had taken Catherine's limp corpse, and since the hole for burial was being dug in the rich earth beneath his feet, he only smiled. She wasn't gone, she was right here in his arms.
** So, I love this show, but it isn't mine. And this is the final episode, which I saw bits and pieces of. It probably ended differently. **