Desperate Times (Tag: Omar)

Vanitas rolled his eyes. He had all of the control in this situation. Omar had no right to make demands of him. The look the two women gave him made his skin crawl. Like Namine expected his pity if she looked sad and hurt, even if she was. Or Jane in her 'righteous' fury. A bullet for each of them would finish the job but he still had to negotiate his terms of freedom. He was just enjoying tormenting Omar maybe a little too much. It was hilarious really. Omar was trying to be a 'better' person now that his biological daughter was back, but he neglected the girl who had started to wish he was her father. Didn't even think about her until Vanitas dropped hints. Reminding Omar of that little slip was also an enjoyable treat.

"And what makes you think I'm going to let you?" Vanitas asked.

Vanitas paused over that. Omar was literally trying to strike a deal, just so he could talk to the girls. He spared a glance to them again. Jane was still glaring. No surprise there. Namine was still pathetic. No surprise there either. He actually stayed silent for a few minutes, weighing the pros and cons of letting Omar have this one small mercy. In the end, he decided to blame Moses' influence before he heaved a sigh. He walked over, grabbing Jane by the hair. She hissed in pain a little but still maintained her glare. Her father would be so proud, he thought sarcastically. But he held the phone to the side of her head.

"Dad," she breathed.

"Dad!" Jane nearly cried.

She had to be strong, she told herself. For the cowering girl, because Vanitas was watching, for her dad. If she started simpering now, then it was like Vanitas already won. She was far too proud to allow that. She had already been in a situation once where she was taken from her dad. She was not about to let it happen again as long as there was breath in her body. She didn't even know Namine, but if her dad was fond of the younger girl, she knew that she had to make sure Namine was okay too. They could get 'who is this' or 'how did you meet' out of the way later. If there was a later. Vanitas might not allow it if he was letting Jane talk to her dad. For all she knew, the demon would whip out a gun and put one through her head the moment she stopped talking to Omar.

"I love you too. So much." she said before adding, "Just hurry up and find us so you can kick his ass."

Vanitas watched on, looking rather bored. As if Omar could kick his ass. The troll couldn't even handle him in a bar fight, let alone if Vanitas was actually trying to kill him. But even as he felt like he would rather gag himself on a spork, he kept the phone where it was so Jane could hear Omar one last time.

"That's okay." she reassured him. "Just send help."

She assumed it was because her dad didn't want to make a wrong move. Too many things could go wrong if he just bust in here like a troll on a mission, which he probably would be. It was surprising levelheadedness from her father. Vanitas did have a lot of leverage here. If her dad came blazing in, Vanitas could just as easily hurt them. Then again, didn't ever little girl just want to have their dad come to their rescue? For now, she would play things on the safe side. The soft expression brought onto her face by speaking to her father, hardened into a cold glare when she looked up at Vanitas.

"He wants to speak to Namine."

"Don't see why." Vanitas replied back.

Regardless, he let go of Jane's hair. The brunette was almost afraid he would use the same rough treatment. Namine was still nursing her cheek after his first angry outburst but he just held the phone near her face. The artist flinched at the contact regardless. She eyed him as if he were going to just stab her but Vanitas remained unmoving. He might have even passed for a statue if Jane hadn't already seen him move and his chest weren't moving as he breathed. Jane felt horrible for the watery eyed young woman. Terrified beyond wits' end all because of Vanitas.

"O-Omar?" she whispered. "W-What's going on? W-Where are we? D-Did... I do something wrong?"

Jane smiled. It was nice to know her dad was on his way. It certainly took a weight off her shoulders. She wasn't 100% comfortable but she was confident in her father and his friends coming to their rescue. Vanitas would pay for everything. It would actually be quite nice to see him suffer for it. It sounded rather vindictive but Vanitas deserved it. So she just held Namine tighter, to protect her from Vanitas.

"But I... I'm not..."

'Not your daughter' almost spilled out. She would have liked it if he was. He was so kind. So nice. The way fathers were supposed to be. She could have just pretended but at the end of the day, she knew he wasn't her dad. Her dad used to toss her around the way Vanitas did. His words only made her cheeks wet from the tears she had yet to stifle and her eyes sore. Because it wasn't true. Omar couldn't love a pathetic little wretch like her. Her father said no one could ever love a witch like her.

'Not brave' was the second thought, very close to the first. She was the furthest thing from brave there was. Unable to hold even a conversation without ducking her head, stuttering or feeling the need to just run away and hide completely. She leaned into Jane a little more, trying to shy away from Vantias. The striking yellow eyes followed her every movement.

"Even if you come, what then?" she whispered.

Namine's face screwed up and she gave a soft cry. She swallowed thickly before she sniffled. She never had anyone that she could depend on like that, someone she knew who was going to come to save her now that she was in trouble. She let out a shaky breath. She was shaking, even as Jane held her. It was probably the only thing stopping her from becoming a complete blubbering mess. In front of her captor no less. She wasn't as strong as Jane was, but she wanted to try, for Omar.

"I-I love you too," she said.

Vanitas paused. Waited before he took the phone back from the little blonde. If she had any backbone, he would have imagined her asking to keep the phone longer, but she just warily looked up at him. Vanitas had been 'nice'. He had let Omar speak to the girls as per his request. Unusual even for him, but he was going to blame this on Moses' too positive influence.

"So... Talk." Vanitas said.

"I don't want any of it," Vanitas said. "What I want is for you to contact the police. Tell them, I want every single scrap of evidence they have against me. Everything. I want to see it destroyed. Then, you tell them I want a plane ticket out of the country. If they try and stop me, I'll kill the girls. If they what I say, to the T I'll let them go."

Simple. Get rid of anything that could be used against him. Get out of the country, go somewhere the laws would not be able to reach him and wait out this. Not all of the BPD officers had immortality. He would be able to come back in a few decades or so. Police never lasted long anyways. They always tried to play the hero and they always got killed for it. Vanitas was honestly trying to cut a deal with Omar. He didn't have to kill either of the girls. Wouldn't bother him either way, as long as the evidence was destroyed. He reached out and brushed a lock of Namine's hair out of her face. She cringed and Jane pulled the girl back, away from his touch.