Once again, it's another Vincent x Elena pairing from me. Sorry, but I just love putting these two together! Anyways, now I've finished exams for now, I can focus on my writing again. I've decided that I don't like writing one-shots, so I'll add a few more chapters to this one when I can, just as long as you guys show some interest in it! Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoy it. He seems a bit mad in this chapter, but this is only the introduction, which is written from his subconscious, so I won't write him as crazy all the way through. I might end up re-writing this.
Love...it is something good and wonderful in the eyes of many. But I see beneath the surface of the emotion...I see its evil, negative, manipulative qualities. It has hurt me enough for me to have great knowledge of it. Ah, yes. Love: my most bitter enemy. You tug at my heart and gnaw at the remnants of my soul little by little until nothing remains save for an empty space. You know my limits well, and can determine how far you can push and pull me until I am no longer able to stand it. Your shackles and chains hold me, binding me under your power, holding me prisoner...a slave to you. I cannot run...for even if those restraints break, your hands claw at me, shredding my skin and pulling me back into your merciless clutches, my cries for freedom silenced by your laughter, for you know my freedom will never come. Not even in death...for you have already killed me. You, who drives you to do things that in time, you know that I will most definitely regret. Thanks to you, 'Vincent Valentine' no longer exists...he died long ago, destroyed by your power. However, I continue on with the facade that I am Vincent Valentine, and for some time, I was even able to fool myself. For that reason, I highly doubt that anyone knows my true form...no, of course not...they only think that they do. They only think that they understand! They see only the mask, never the monster that hides behind. They never see me...never do they see the brightest of fires burning and dancing behind my cruel, glowing yellow eyes, the longing and lust dimmed by the cold ice within the garnet illusions that hold me back and restrain me. I yearn for freedom...but wait...who is...'me'? For so long, I have been confused...trapped within my own body, within my own mind...but how are these things 'mine' if I have lost my sense of self? Wracked by the pain, sadness and guilt that I suffer, I reach out for someone, anyone...the time has come to repent. To seek salvation and redemption, before I destroy what is left of 'me'. With desperation I scream, but love gags and muffles these cries. I suppose the word for me is 'broken'...shattered into pieces, and crumbling to dust as the fires of hell burn so intensely. Doomed. The remnants of my 'self' left to rot slowly as they lie wherever I buried them all of those years ago, under the ice and snow that dwells within me...I hear their cries, begging...weeping. This is my own hell that I created within myself. It tortures my mind and threatens my very sanity. You govern this place, love. Yes, I, a 'man' am controlled by a single emotion, but then...so many are, whether they realise it or not. I hear those screams and cries as I walk the plains of my own personal hell, but tonight...I do not walk alone. A fallen angel has taken my hand and now travels by my side, tonight. She too is broken, but not to the extent that I am. Love has ravaged her, too, and has snatched away her purity, leaving her empty. Our eyes met, and my hands reached out, snatching her, pulling her to me. Her vulnerability made her even better prey...alcohol intoxicated, and drowning beneath her sea of sorrows. She was powerless. Perhaps I was taking advantage, but I continued my facade, and feigned protection: a safe haven for her woes, and a shoulder for which her icy tears may land upon. We had met before, and I had saved her pitiful life, as well as the life of her source of suffering. Oh, yes...I remembered her...perhaps that is why for a moment, I felt 'comfort' for the first time in many years. She, as naive as ever, placed trust and faith in me, and I took her hand. I will show you your haven, my love: a hellish land of suffering and grief! A monster provides not what a monster cannot feel, after all! I have long forgotten compassion and sympathy!
She so eagerly followed me, trusting my every word. Into her, I placed regrets and fears, yet more sorrow and grief, perhaps bringing her closer to my level. My claws sunk into her sweet, pale flesh, so innocent...so gentle. I hate innocence. Innocent she was, so I defiled her...stealing away what she saved for her lover. But what lover is this? She was like me...longing for something she could never have! Love...it's meaningless, really. That is what I showed her, but I fear her intoxication made her easy, unaware...but no matter...she's mine now.