A/N: I do not own any characters, just a twisted imagination. (I'd love to own Vincent)
I looked up from my laptop. The waitress was standing there with an annoyed expression. I looked outside, it was dark and had begun to snow. How long had I been sitting at that booth? When had it started snowing? The parking lot was empty but for a white blanket. I had not dressed for snow. I had even forgotten to change out of my scrubs after work. I looked at my watch. Midnight. The waitress cleared her troath. I stared blankly back at her. She was handing me a bill. I quickly scrambled up, shoved my things into my backpack, and fishing around found two dollar bills to pay for my tea and toast. Eaten over six hours ago.
Outside my legs seemed to freeze instantly as they realised they'd be walking the ten blocks home. I was stuck on the wrong side of those ten blocks. No cars, no cabs, no one on poorly lit streets. I was barely out of the parking lot when I heard them. Two guys coming from an alley. I didn't turn to look at them but I knew. At this time of night, they only wanted one thing and I didn't need to guess. I tried quickening my pace, my arms trying to pull my backpack closer.
"Hey mamacita, where you goin'?" one of them called after me. I just kept walking but I was still in my crocs and my legs were freezing. I started to look frantically for any sign of anyone but the streets were deserted. They overtook me easily enough.
"Let's have some fun!" One of them pushed me into a wall and I braced myself for the worse. My face hit concrete, he kicked at my legs. "Just be quiet bitch! And maybe we'll let you live!" He laughed. I yelled out but he only slapped me.
By now they were both pulling at my pants, fiddling with their own.
"Please... no... please!" I was pleading. One of them punched my mouth.
"I said, be quiet!" he laughed.
"Let her go!" I heard a third gruff husky coming from the other side of the street, they were startled and I looked in the general direction. A tall muscular figure stood just in the shadows across the street. I could only make out his silhouete. His voice was safe. My whole body seemed to want to run to that voice, but I was still pinned to the wall. That voice was rabid anger, dangerous, and still I wanted to run to it. It was strange, the way it made me feel safe, secure.
"Go away, bozo!" The guys laughed.
The man's chest seemed to multiply and a thundering noise reached my ears. Was he snarling? The guys released me and I fell to the floor. They crossed the street to scare the guy away, I tried to get up but couldn't. It was too cold. I felt my body go limp. I wanted to sleep.
Just before I closed my eyes I thought I saw him throw both men in the air, but surely that was a hallucination. If I just closed my eyes for a minute... Just for a while...
...
I smelled aftershave and sweat and something else that I couldn't determine. He'd picked me up... When did he pick me up? I might have been dreaming. I was dreaming. Suddenly I felt warm, my legs softened. Then, I realized he was warm. An odd energy seemed to flow from him into me. I was definately dreaming because all of a sudden I felt him run fast, faster than a car, but I was still warm in his arms. I wanted to open my eyes and look at him, see the face of my savior but I couldn't open them, I was afraid I'd wake up in that empty street, still being assaulted by those men.
Then he slowed his pace, as we got into a busier street, a well lit street, some turists still about. I could hear them, and the traffic around us. He held me closer then, as if to hide me from them.
Soon we were in the quiet streets again. His warmth engulfing me. His scent overwhelming me, sweat, aftershave, smoke... And then I felt it... His anger vibrating and resonating all around me. His chest multiplying, a deep growl emmanating from him. Animal. Primal. I peeked then. We were on my street. How did he know where I lived?
I looked up but I couldn't see his face. It was hidden in the shadows of his hoodie, but I could make out a strong jaw line... and when he looked down at me I could have sworn his eyes glowed. Then we he leaped up and landed in a fire escape. He lay me on the floor carefully and then easily pushed the window open. I blinked realizing it was my window.
"How do you know?" I whispered. He knelt by me then, his face still deep in shadows I could not make out.
"Get in, you're going to freeze. Go to bed, rest. There's going to be a blizzard." His husky voice was now softer, intimate, no anger like before but still thick with promise. I wanted to wrap myself around that voice. I crawled to the windowsill and he helped me inside, to my bedroom. I wanted him to follow, but he sat there on the other side.
"Come in?" I collapsed on the floor. I felt feverish, tired, sore.
"I'll check on you." He closed the window, stepped back in the shadows. I could still see those eyes flicker like flames, and then he was gone. I crawled back to the window trying to see him, but he was gone, vanished. I broke down. Sobbing, curled my body in a ball and just fell asleep on the carpet.