Vincent couldn't be near Catherine and JT. Vincent was no doubt grateful for Catherine and JT saving him. He was glad to be out of Muirfield's grasp and to see them again, but he couldn't be near them. What Muirfield had done to him..he hasn't felt the whole extent and has the Beast barely caged. Now he felt more sided with the Beast. He was roaming the shadows of the city. He knew Catherine and JT were looking for him and he could not let them. He can't hurt them; he was a threat to them.

Vincent just left without a word. Catherine noticed something felt off with him, but him leaving their loft like that just proved it even more. There is something wrong. Vincent left his burner and that left them with no easy way to track him. JT let out an exasperated sigh.

"After all we do for him, he leaves like that. With him leaving his new burner, I'm sure the big guy doesn't want to be found." JT said.

"Well we can't let him get away. We need to find him." Catherine sounded her annoyance a bit. It seems just after they finally find him, he disappears. And with no word. She can't let him slip through her fingers, not again.

"Any ideas, JT. We can't just stand around while his trail gets colder."

"If he doesn't want to be found, it's going to be a pain in the ass. Not to mention we can't sneak up on him." JT stated thinking hard of where to find Vincent.

"Maybe he is constantly moving, so maybe he is subconsciously heading somewhere he wants to be.." JT continued to ramble on. Then Catherine had an idea of where he could be. She started moving, throwing her coat on and heading to the door. Focused on her goal.

"Wait, where are you headed? Tell me so I know!" JT panicky tone showed.

"I'm going to check the area around the Ballerina studio where Vincent and I used to chat." Catherine declared.

Vincent was just making twists and turns through the shadows of the city. He just kept on walking. He had nowhere to go. He was just wandering, no thoughts, just wanted to avoid any person on the streets. He eventually found a familiar looking street. Brows furrowed he looked up and noticed where he was. He was at that place where that dancer fell to her death. He was at that place where he told Catherine to stay in his life.

"You know, the truth is…I don't really have anyone to contact. You know, I mean, there's JT but that's JT."

Why did he say that? He should've pushed her away. Her life wouldn't have been as dangerous if he had just said go away. That was so selfish of him. She would have been so much better off without him, much safer. Vincent buried his head in his hands. He rested his back in a dark alley way. All of the sudden his breathing turned erratic. He felt his senses heighten even more, the Beast clawing out. He heard grunts in the distance, sounded like a fight. His heavy breathing turned into growls. He felt his skin distort, claws emerged.

Vincent headed toward the fighting, like he was stalking prey. He used the shadows to hunt. He found his targets, getting ready to pounce. His targets were some thugs. They were fighting because one said something in the wrong way to the other. This honestly didn't matter to Vincent, he was just examining prey. There was no thought, just instinct, just hunting for fun. Blood lust took over and Vincent was siding with the Beast in their actions.

As Vincent pounced he let out a roar, shocking the thugs and brought their attention to Vincent. As Vincent leaped over one and landed right in front of him, he quickly tossed him like a rag doll. The thug flew and his head hit the brick wall. His neck snapped and it was easy to see the burst of blood coming from his head. His lifeless body fell to the floor. The other thug held in a yell and began to run.

Vincent tilted his head toward the corpse making sure it wasn't moving. The footsteps go deeper in the alley. There was no rush; he knew he could catch that thug quickly. Vincent breathed in the air smelling the blood, chills went down his spine. The adrenaline rushing in his veins was just so intense…he felt so alive. A grin went across his face. With a heave Vincent twisted around and rushed to his target.

His friend was just slaughtered by someone, or something. That roar, this situation was crazy. Cole wasn't running as fast as he could because he noticed that thing wasn't chasing him. But his thoughts were running fast. Then what felt like wind whisked past him. He then ran into something. He looked up and trembled. It was that killer, features were now easily seen. Veins were coursing in his face, eyes glowing yellow, and he could've sworn he saw a toothy grin. Cole couldn't believe his eyes and he stumbled back, then began to run the other way, Ran as fast as he could. He heard growls, actual growls erupting from this guy. Which sounded like snickering.

Vincent caught up quickly and just stopped in front of his prey's path. He felt the twitch of his prey and it looked up with fear in its eyes. Power was rushing in his veins and it brought a wolfish grin to his face. The shock of his prey added even more excitement in the hunt; it stumbled back and ran away. Vincent was laughing, in the way he can as a Beast. Adrenaline was pumping; the fear was easily sensed added to his fun. His shoulders and body were prepping to pounce.