A/N *disclaimer that I don't own Beauty and the Beast... Yet!Muahahahahaha... erm yeah...

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Vincent was jumping around the rooftops of Manhattan for a late night stroll. He kept feeling cooped up in the warehouse and needed to get out of there. He and JT noticed that it was happening more frequently than it used to, but so was his contact with the outside world; Catherine. JT had gone off on one of his usual rants about how it was a bad idea and what if he didn't come back one night.

Vincent knew he meant well but it did get on his nerves once in a while. Vincent jumped onto another fire escape and leapt up to the roof. He was going to keep going but he heard someone crying somewhere. The area was full of old shut down packing plants. No one should be there. Vincent stood and listened for the crying again so he could hopefully find the source.

Normally, he would have passed by without taking notice, people cry all the time. But this was the cry of someone in pain, a lot of pain. He narrowed it down to two buildings and heard someone moving around in the second.

"Whimpering about will not help you. Go ahead, scream, yell but no one is coming for you."

"Why are you doing this? Is this some sick joke to you?" Vincent got to a window above the two people. He could see a young woman bound with tape and was lying on the floor, bleeding. It looked like she had been stabbed with the amount of blood coming out of her abdomen. There was a man standing over her with a greedy look on his face, his heart was racing and he was holding the knife. The man crouched down just above her head and traced the knife around her jaw down to her neck.

"They say that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. All those things you wanted to do, wanted to see. Family that you will never see again," He got up and paced around his defenceless prey. "And then you wonder how bad it would be to die."

Vincent was getting agitated but he knew he had to tell Catherine where this poor woman was. Catherine had told him earlier that day about a woman's body being found almost the exact same way this woman below him was. This man had killed innocent women, several of them, and he was going to add one more to his list unless Vincent did something. He got out his phone and texted Catherine's number

He's got another victim. 2230 Shipton Dock.

Vincent put his phone away and knew he had to act soon or this girl would pay the price. He looked in again to find a good way to catch the evil man inside quickly and hopefully without him seeing him. The woman turned and faced the same direction as Vincent's window; he ducked out of view in case she gave him away. He noticed another window that was closer to the man inside and climbed over to it.

The young lady looked around desperately for there to be a way out of this nightmare. All she had been doing was walking home alone and minding her own business. Why did this sick bastard have to pick her for his twisted pleasure? The pain in her chest was more intense than anything she had ever had before in her life but she was trying to keep a brave face so that this wack job wouldn't get as much fun out of it. She could feel the blood leaving her body and taking her strength with it. The young lady looked away from the blood and at the windows in the distance. All they showed her was darkness.

"Slowly things will turn darker and you will lose all ability to move. All your strength is leaving you, I can see it." The man stood on top of her and bent down towards her pain stricken face. A thought crossed the woman's mind and with all her strength she shifted her legs, knocking the man off of his and making him land hard onto his side.

"You little-" but he didn't get to complete his statement because something swept him off the floor and slammed him into the wall opposite to the young lady. She tried to lift her head to see what had happened but could not keep it lifted for long. She saw a person in the shadows holing up her captor and threw him across the room again. The captor hit the wall hard and slumped over unconscious. The person seemed to blur as he ran over to the unconscious man. She hear a growl escape the person's throat and pick up the evil man with one hand. He turned and put him in a beam of light.

"I should wake you up and make you suffer for what you have done. You deserve nothing better you-"

"Wait." The young woman choked out. Vincent heard her call to him through his instincts that told him to kill.

Wait

Vincent looked over at the young woman, bound and bleeding on the floor. He could feel his doctor reflexes kick in and dropped the evil man that did that to her. He could feel the control returning and felt safe enough to go over to her.

The young woman watched the stranger drop the man and head in her direction. She had a scared thought enter her head; what if he is going to hurt me too? No, he could see what the man had done was wrong and wanted to punish him for it. He stopped just at the edge of the light. She squinted to see better but all she could see were two ember eyes glowing back at her. The pain increased and she winced. The stranger rushed to her side and ripped off the tape like it was paper.

"It's going to be okay." The stranger said. He turned her so that she was laying on her back and propped her head up on his knee. The light in the ceiling backlight his face from her view but outlined a scar lining his right cheek. She tried to lift her hand but blackness took over and she went unconscious.

Vincent heard her heart rate drop as she went unconscious.

"No, no, no, no. Stay with me here. Come on." He shook her gently but she did not wake. He knew that if he tried any harder it would do more harm than good. Vincent paid attention to the stab wound in her stomach. The young lady had lost a lot of blood and he knew it needed pressure to stop the bleeding. All his medical training kicked in and he ripped off the sleeve of the young lady's jacket. He was pretty sure she would rather be alive then worry about a jacket. He ripped it into strips and tied it around her stomach and applied the rest of the jacket as a cloth. Vincent held the jacket in place and examined the rest of the lady's body for other injuries. She must have been in her twenties, probably a college student. She reminded him of a peer her had attended school with back in the day.

"Hang in there. Help is coming."