A Bite in the Dark II
Dessert
Chapter I
The night are was cold around him, but not unpleasant. Vincent stood on deck aboard the Highwind airship, the obsidian sky specked with the glowing stars over head. Just as his dream had foreshadowed, they had defeated Sephiroth. His allies had been speculative of his confidence in there success, but it lay forgotten when it came to be. In fact, no one had even payed any special attention to him since their victory. "All the better." Vincent thought silently, his eyes flicked to the right as the door opened, though silent to the human ear. Ever since his dream before he had met his new friends, he was aware of what he was. He knew the only plausible answer. He knew he wasn't a vampire, but that's the only possible answer. Vampires were suposed to be allergic to garlic, and sun light, yet he had no such condition. Crosses were suposed the repel them, silver burn their flesh. The silver crucifix that lyed on his chest under his clothing said otherwise. Yet his super natural agility and strength, his heightened charisma, and of course, he could not ignore the one weakness. His lust for blood had almost over powered him many nights throughout their journey, yet he managed to fight it back using that he had stolen from the on ship butchery for the live stock. It was still there, but controllable. He had decided to act slowly now, mimicking but not copying his dream. He would still follow a discreet path, but this time, in reality, he would not get caught.
"Are you alright Vincent?
You seem lost in thought." The insightful voice came from behind
him.
"Yes Red, I am fine. I just wonder where I should go from
here. I do not wish to return to my prison, why should I? I am
finally free from my bonds, I have finally convinced myself that I am
not without remorse." He responded, talking as if that lie he had
told them about that scientist, Lucretia, had been the truth. He
hadn't completely lied however, he admitted that he had been subject
to Hojo's experiments. They had believed this to such a degree, they
had believed him when he said he wanted to return to the top of the
sister ray before the departed from Midgar. He had told them he
wanted to check to make sure Hojo was indeed dead. The truth was,
during their battle, he had left him barely alive. When he had
returned to the spot, he was satisfied to find Hojo not far from
where he had left him, barely alive. He had enjoyed the act of
turning him, in a sense, he was now experimenting on the man who in
all actuality, wasn't as evil as they thought. Hojo had realized what
he had created, and in response to that, had locked Vincent away.
Cloud and the others had unknowingly released him from his prison.
Hojo was the first he had turned, so far the only. He was his to
control. How wonderful it was to imprison Hojo, to return the favor.
Hojo was trapped in his own body, never to be released until the end
of time.
Vincent snapped out of his trance, he truly had been lost in thought. He noticed that Red XIII had left him to his thoughts, and that once again he was alone. He had decided, tonight it would began. The corruption of his first victim would be tonight. He had already decided on who it was. He smiled as he thought about the seduction that would occur on this night. He looked up at the moon, the night was still young. He turned away from the railing, and returned to the inside of the ship.