Disclaimer: I don't own Vincent Valentine, or Lucrecia, or Square Enix. I also don't own the song used in chapter one. Breaking Benjamin does.
Summary: This is a VincentxLucrecia, slight VincentxShelke fic. Vincent finds out that he has come down with a disease, and has to deal with his friend's reaction to it; the past, and present. First chapter introduces the story, and is also a songfic. 'Evil Angel' by Breaking Benjamin.
"Evil Angel"
Hold it together, birds of a feather
Nothing but lies and crooked wings
I have the answer, spreading the cancer
You are the faith inside me
Vincent Valentine proceeded to journey up to Lucrecia Crescent's cave, where he always visited. He was supposed to never come back here; he had sworn that she was out of his life when he defeated Omega a few months ago. However, since he had said goodbye, there was always a slight tension in his heart. It was as if a muscle had been strained. At first he thought it was something wrong with him physically, but it wasn't. It was different. After many a day of thought, he realized that it was his ache of separation, and his pain of distance. Lucrecia was the root of this pain.
No, don't
Leave me to die here
Help me survive here
Alone, don't
remember, remember...
Vincent walked to the core of Lucrecia's cave, awaiting the moment he got to gaze upon her face once again. He thought he had let go, but he hadn't. She was his guardian angel, but she was never there. Why was he going back to her? He was supposed to be done with her! He was giving in to his feelings, and becoming weaker. She was his addiction. She was someone he couldn't possibly let go of. Lucrecia Crescent was an evil angel. Vincent Valentine sat down in front of the mako crystal pillar containing his beloved. She was still there, frozen as she always was. Her skin cold, untouched behind glassy crystal.
Put me to sleep, evil angel
Open your wings, evil angel
"Lucrecia, it's hard to stay away. You have a strong hold on me, and that's why I'm here again...though I vowed to stay away," Vincent said. As far as he was concerned, this was a bad move. It was like he was repeatedly crawling back to his past, oblivious to what the consequences would be later. She was a magnetic force in his life, never losing the her gravitational luster. It was ripping a hole into Vincent very slowly, and he was slowly feeling the pain of it.
I'm a believer, nothing could be worse
All these imaginary friends
Hiding betrayal, driving the nail
Hoping to find a savior
No, don't
leave me to die here, help me survive here
Alone, don't surrender
Surrender...
As soon as those thoughts ran through his head, he felt it. The burning was unexplainable as the hole in his heart spread wider, ashen at the edges. The tissue turned black as the cancerous gloom spread like wildfire. It played like a movie in Vincent's head, and he clutched his chest as he thought of it. Like a cigarette burning through paper, the hole in his chest spread wide. It made all of his organs ache, and his blood felt tainted. Overall he felt dead. One wasn't supposed to feel this way. Vincent knew why it was now. It was her. Though a crystallized, beautiful women at first glance, the inside of her was what made him feel this way. The lure of her mind, the lure of her words, the lure of not knowing her true feelings was why Vincent was dying. It was true. She was a real cancer. An evil angel. 'My evil angel...'
Put me to sleep, evil angel
Open your wings, evil angel
Fly over me, evil angel
Why can't I breathe?
Evil angel
Vincent looked away from the crystalline mass containing his beloved. He could feel his insides burning away. All his redemption was gone. The weight of Lucrecia's world was now upon him, but he wanted it gone forever. This was enough. He had enough. This could no longer continue. Thirty years of hell was enough.
"Vincent Valentine."
A voice. A young girl. Shelke Rui.
Vincent slowly turned, facing the youth in his sitting position. She stood at the entrance, a small figure at a distance. Her auburn hair sloped outward on the sides of her head. Vincent shuddered. Usually he never allowed anyone to come in here for any purpose, especially if he was there. It was his confinement, his sanctuary, and now it was his prison. Lucrecia literally had a hold on him by the wrists.
However, Shelke was different. She was...okay.
Vincent quickly stood up, feeling a weird feeling arise in his stomach. He wasn't feeling too well. Shelke moved not an inch from the entrance. Vincent turned his back on Lucrecia, knowing that he would only be kicked with a wave of nausea and hurt if he looked at her one more time. He slowly and unsteadily walked toward the entrance, passing by Shelke gently. "...I'm not feeling too well. I'm going back," he said over his shoulder. Shelke sighed. Up ahead in the distance, she saw the shape of Lucrecia's body inside the mako pillar. Lucrecia held a different meaning for her now. Things had changed...the changes were all but recognizable. She sighed and turned away from the cave, exiting what was left of the entrance.
Put me to sleep, evil angel
Open your wings, evil angel
Fly over me, evil angel
Why can't I breathe?
Evil angel