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Wow, the reviews for this story blew me away. This will be unlike any story I have written yet. This Tory will slowly build a relationship between Vincent and Catherine. It will be dark at first but will build a relationship between them.

So now on with the story...

Chapter 1

Catherine felt warm and comfortable yet she knew she was in a strange place. She had hoped it was nothing more than a dream a nightmare she would wake from. She focused on keeping her breathing calm as she slowly opened her eyes. She felt her head throbbing in pain and managed with shaky hands to move to a sitting position. She looked around taking it her surroundings. By the judge of the walls it was a warehouse of some sort. The windows were covered in all sorts of papers, some colored and some old newspapers as well dating back years from the look of them. Catherine noticed there were also utility shelves holding a variety of objects from beakers to broken electronics. Catherine drew her attention back to the windows. It was dark outside and street lamps lit the inside of the warehouse lightly. Catherine looked overhead her eyes flinching at the utility lamps that hug around the room. Catherine scooted to the edge of the bed and saw that on a small table was a glass of water with two pills. She carefully placed them in her mouth and swallowed them. Once she had finished she moved to stand.

"Careful, you suffered a concussion" a smooth deep voice said calmly to her.

Catherine whipped her head around searching for the voice.

"Who are you?" Catherine could feel her body shaking in fear.

"I'm not going to hurt you" the voice said again.

"Please where am I?" Catherine's voice cracked at the tears building in her eyes.

Stepping out from the shadows a man stood before her. This man was handsome and yet fearful of her. Catherine watched him carefully move to her. Her mind screamed at her to run but her heart ached at his saddened eyes. His face etched with a scar he could hide, his brown eyes soft matching his unruly hair that hung to the side of his face. His lips were etched perfectly flushing with his cheekbones, and his simple defined nose. He looked as if he hadn't shaved in days but none of that mattered to Catherine. What mattered to her is that this man had saved her from the same fate as her mother.

"My name is Vincent" he whispered to her meeting her intrigued eyes.

"You saved me" Catherine said more to herself than to the man in front of her.

"Yes, may I?" He asked her motioning to her head.

Catherine carefully sat back down on the bed as he moved a seat in front of her. She clenched her hands nervously in her lap and watched as he dug out some medical supplies and began to clean her head.

"Where am I?" Catherine asked him in a soft whisper.

Vincent carefully considered her question before taking a deep breath.

"We are outside the city in an old abandoned textile warehouse" he took a small piece of a surgical butterfly strip and placed over her cut.

"Are you a doctor?" Catherine asked him as she rubbed her forehead.

"I was once" Vincent said his face falling.

"Once?" Catherine asked confused.

"Yes, before..." Vincent started but suddenly stopped.

"My mother is she?" Catherine asked him her eyes filling with tears.

"Yes, I am so sorry" Vincent whispered to her as her tears fell bring sobs with them.

"Why?" Catherine asked her sons growing louder and harder at the realization she knew all along.

"There is so much you don't know and I want to tell you but right now isn't the time for that" Vincent met her eyes.

"Please, I need to know" Catherine begged him.

"If I tell you it won't change what has happened you must realize that Catherine" Vincent told her softly taking her hand into his.

"How do you know my name?" Catherine sniffed.

"I knew your mother. She was an amazing woman and if I tell you everything you may not feel the same again" Vincent held her eyes to him.

"Please, I need this" Catherine asked him again.

Vincent let go of her hand and stood up pushing the chair away from her and ran his hands through his hair. He began to pace the floor trying to gather the words to tell her. He moved to the sink by the old fifty's table resting his hands on it as he took a deep breath. He turned and made his way back to where Catherine sat wiping her eyes.

"Do you know who Murfield is?" Vincent asked her.

"No" Catherine told him.

"Your mother worked for Murfield once. She was part of their scientific group who had created a drug to transform regular soldiers into super soldiers if you will. The drug was a success at first until we began to lose control and became a liability to the military. They issued an order to eradicate us all, but I manage to survive and make my way back here" Vincent told her holding her stare as his words began to register.

"Why would she do something like that?" Catherine asked him confused.

"I don't know why your mother chose to do it but she had wanted the war to end as much as we all did. At the time I suspect she thought she had time to fix the serum she had been working on but when the order was issued she didn't get to fix it" Vincent ran his hands through his hair.

"What do you mean super solider?" Catherine tilted her head to the side.

"It's hard to explain" Vincent left it at that and Catherine could see he wouldn't talk anymore about it.

"Why did those men kill her? Why would they try to kill me?" Catherine whispered.

"I don't know why they wanted to kill your mother but I think you were a liability and the only way to keep you silent was to kill you" Vincent admitted to her.

"I don't know what to do from here" Catherine admitted out loud.

"Catherine you are young, and you deserve to have a full life. I can't tell you that murfield will never find you or that you aren't in danger but you can't live your life in fear. I have spent enough time hiding in the shadows to know I wish I could have more" Vincent told her taking her hand.

"I wish this was all a bad dream" Catherine's voice cracked tears filling her eyes again.

"I know I should go back to my life but what life I did have has been a lie, everything I knew about my mom was a lie. How can I live with that?" Catherine asked him.

"Your mother loved you trust in that. Your father and sister love you and they will need you more now than ever" Vincent told her.

Catherine heard his words but how could she leave the warehouse and face everyone? She knew she couldn't tell them what she knew, especially about Vincent.

"I don't know what I will do, but I hope you know I would never tell anyone your secret" Catherine lifted her eyes to his.

"I know" Vincent smiled softly to her.

"Get some rest, and when you're ready I'll take you home" Vincent told her standing from the bed.

"Thank you Vincent" Catherine nodded to him as she settled back on the bed and laid on her side.

Vincent moved to go down stairs and heard Catherine's silent sobs racking her as she curled into a tighter ball wrapping her arms around her knees. Vincent didn't know what it was about her but he felt possessiveness come over him about her. He knew that no matter what she chose to do he would watch her for as long as it took. She deserved so much out of life but right now she needed to grieve for her mother. With one last look Vincent made his way down stairs his heart breaking at the silent tears she shed on his pillow.

**Okay it's the official first chapter of Hidden. Tell me what you guys think and more importantly thank you so much for the encouragement to continue this story. Once again this is a Fan Fiction so if I change scenes or whatever I do it's from my imagination and where I want this story to go. I will tell you that I will be taking the characters out of New York at some point in this story to start over elsewhere. This story still has so much darkness to come and the romance between the two will be slow building so please bare with me as I take these characters to hell and back ( figuratively speaking of course) Thanks again and don't forget to Review!**