Please trust me.
Her words echoed for eternity, drowning out everything else. Had he just lost her?
Before he could think about jumping out of the van and chasing after her, the truck swerved around a corner and she was far out of sight. He wanted to call out after her, but she was too stubborn to listen to his cries. The truck pulled up to the hotel, one passenger less than it should have had, and Bane begrudgingly got out.
He made camp in the lobby. He would stay there until the hotel staff figured out a way to kick him out. Until then, when she wasn't strong enough to ignore him, the fiery glares he got as Selene made her way in and out of the building were bearable. He held a glimmer of hope that the wordlessness between them was not permanent - that one day she would look past his pathetic attempts at redemption and see his loyalty instead.
He was no doubt hurting her business. After two days, it had become apparent that he wasn't moving, and the lobby quickly became an unwelcome place for any other guests. The wait staff did what they could to restrict him, but one broken arm was enough to force them to choose between Bane's wrath and the risk of being fired. His body odor slowly returned, the dried blood on his shirt pungent with salt and iron. The key she had given him met him only with a red-lit buzz when he tried it in the door. Unable to change or shower, his transformation began to hint at the man that he had been before she entered his life. After five days, resolution and frustration began to counter each other. Selene's glares never wavered, and he was growing impatient.
Then he was gone. The dent in the cushion was the only reminder of where he had been. Once it had been turned over, his presence was just a fading memory.
The wizards who had attacked them were hard to find. Bane barely knew where to start. The connections he had to the wizarding world were dwindling at best. He had run in entirely different circles, and what few informants he would be able to find would not be able to provide him with anything useful. There was, however, one other person who might be able to help him. The Head of Investigations had seen him that night on the balcony. He knew who Bane worked for, and luckily didn’t know of the events that had transpired in the van on their way away from the gala.
He was a difficult man to get a hold of. Bane, with no credentials to his name and a implicit fear of MACUSA, struggled to get an appointment, but his persistence was well-rewarded. One violent threat later, and Bane had gotten everything he could from the man. The crimson robes and golden insignia were the uniform of Hungarian Aurors.
Two days and a number of broken bones later and Bane had found them. Five men hiding out, still on the hunt for his precious vampire. It would be easiest to take them out one at a time.
As he stalked them, it was apparent that there was a leader among them. The man who had spoken to Selene, making ill-advised demands of her, was in charge. Without needing to understand what they were saying, it was clear enough to Bane. They rarely left their dwelling all together, always leaving someone behind to guard their work until they were ready to attack her again.
The first two were easy. No need for magic or intimidation. As they left the building, Bane emerged from the shadows and quickly and quietly snapped their necks, leaving their bodies disposed behind a dumpster. The others would prove to be more difficult. After realizing their comrades had been murdered, and likely suspecting it had been Selene, they remained vigilant. The idea of sneaking up on them was soon lost. Bane would have to fight.
As a church bell somewhere in the city striked two, Bane knocked the door down, his staff at the ready to take care of the man on watch. He knew better than to use the killing curse. The last thing he needed was more authorities after him. Blood seeped from the wounds he inflicted on the man, and a resounding stomp of his foot was enough to deal the final blow, a smattering of hair and skull and brain seeping into the cream carpet.
The final two had risen from their sleep, clearly trained to be able to attack at any moment. Their spells were nearly worthless as they watched the giant bludgeon their colleague, before turning to face them. Bane knew he wouldn’t emerge from this fight unscathed, but his only thoughts were of Selene.
The fight was even. The men had gotten a taste of what Bane was capable of the week prior, but now, two against one, they were able to see his true strength. He barged forward, a flurry of spells and fists, rapidly becoming soaked in a mix of blood. The second auror soon lay mangled on the floor with the third, and Bane was faced with the final man. He stared him down - the man who had caused the whole series of events to unfold. The man responsible for wedging a canyon between Bane and the woman that he so eagerly wanted to serve. As Bane blocked the door from any possible escape, the auror soon learned that he would be paying for what he had done.
Guttural roars filled the room as Bane lunged for the man. The auror’s spells bounced off his tough skin, but not before leaving their marks. Bane’s massive hand wrapped around the man’s throat, slowly suffocating him. His eyes bulged as he pleaded for mercy. Two of his companions lay dead on the floor in front of him, the other two crumpled in the street outside, and he did not want to meet the same fate. Bane had no inclination for mercy. He braced his other hand along the man’s shoulder, and forcefully tore his hands apart, blood cascading from the man’s jugular as it was ripped in two. Bane clenched the decapitated head by the hair and stormed from the room without a second thought.
Blood dripped from the man’s neck. A steady patter that marked his path from the doors of the hotel to the doors of the penthouse. He stared straight ahead as he made his way through the lobby, ignoring the shouts of terror that plagued around him. He had one thought, and one thought only.
He banged on the door. In the dead of night, he could only hope that she was awake. As the dark wood panel reluctantly swung open, Bane was viciously grateful for his height. With his hand at his side, Selene would be staring straight into a pair of piercing green eyes, but they did not belong to the giant.