With blood dripping down her black tank top, Tifa Lockheart, fearing for her life, tore up the stairs of seventh heaven. She could hear the great Sephiroth steadily making his way towards her, closing in on her like she was prey. Tifa raced through her bedroom doorway and locked the door behind her. It wasn't normal for her to do this, run away and hiding behind doors. She would belt him one but when she saw who it was, she began running.
Tifa heaved her chest of drawers in front of the door to ensure security. Sweat and blood was dripping from her face and her beautiful chocolate brown hair. Tifa turned around to observe her surroundings. She gasped in surprise as she gazed upon a magnificent four poster, with crimson red quilt coverings with black rose petals scattered across it.
This wasn't her room. Who was it? Vincent's? Tifa made a face at the thought of that handsome man, having unnormal black rose petals across the bed sheets. She stared blankly at the bed in front of her before a strange thought crossed her mind.
"Would Sephiroth try to make me appreciate how well he makes me feel?" Tifa thought. But she snapped out of her trance when she thought about making a priority to get as far away from him as possible. Tifa ran the length of the room towards the half opened window, she was up too high to jump. She then suddenly shivered as if the air around her had become icy cold, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Only one being on the planet made her feel that way.
And that was not Cloud.
Or Reno.
Or Vincent.
Her worst fears were confirmed as she felt hot breath on the back of her neck. Sephiroth placed his hands firmly on her beautiful round hips as he whispered into her ear, pulling her up against his hard chest....
"I am forever by your side, Tifa Lockheart."