Beauty and The Demon

Just after I had opened the door, I peered over and looked into the room. The room was dimmed lit by the large lamp sitting beside the bed and the rest of the room was cast in shadows. Cloud had told me that Vincent had locked himself away in his room for the whole day. He hadn't even come down to get something to eat. Cloud told me not to worry about him and just leave him. But I knew that I couldn't.

I stepped into the room and I shut the door behind me. I walked around the bed and that's when I noticed Vincent, staring aimlessly out the large window.
"Vincent?" I asked stepping slowly towards him. "Are you feeling alright?"
But he acted like he didn't hear my question; he still had his back turned to me. I walked towards him more and he slowly turned his body over to face me. I stopped, I noticed that Vincent's bandana was slipping past his eyes but he could still see me. His cloak was removed; he looked a lot better without that heavy cloak over his shoulders.

"Did you hear me, Vince? You're not sick are you?" I asked with concern.

But Vincent continued to stare at me, but it didn't feel right for some odd reason. I took another step towards him and I stopped when there were only two foot spaces between us. The gunslinger turned so his full body was facing me.
I raised my hand to the crimson red bandana slipping off his pale forehead. When I knew that I had a good grip onto the garment, I pulled.

I gasp loudly as my grip on the bandana was lost, as it slipped from Vincent's forehead and hit the floor softly. I took a step back away from him as Vincent took a step forwards, looking at me with his unfamiliar eyes. They were yellow.

Vincent had an evil smirk on his features. I didn't like it. He continued to walk towards me, as I continued to step away from him. But as I took another step back, I ended up against the wall.

The smirk was still radiant as he stopped in front of me. He placed his gloved hand on the wall next to my head and pressed his body on mine. I asked again if he was alright but he replied. He said he was fine, now that I was here. His voice clearly wasn't Vincent but was a demonic voice of him. He smiled, showing me his sharp cane, teeth. He pressed his hips against mine, watching my face with his evil eyes.

I looked away from him, as he began to kiss my neck and face. I was stiff as a board. When he began to fell underneath my top, I continued to be stiff. He narrowed his eyes at me, annoyed that I wasn't moving. He then gripped my neck, closing over my windpipe. I began to kick him. Tears began to swell in my eyes.

I gasped, crying at him for Vincent to come back. But something happened. Like, something got to him. His eyes then changed colour. Back to red and his grip around my neck was loosened. I fell to the floor, gasping for breath.

I heard him walk away from me. I looked up; he was now standing by the window. I called his name but he didn't reply. I then stood up, my legs shaking and walked towards him. I stopped from behind him. I then touched his shoulders and made him look at me.

His eyes were filled with tears and were falling down his cheeks. I couldn't believe it. He was crying. He then said that he was sorry for hurting me. He said he was sorry. I opened my arms to him and he didn't hesitate. He snaked his arms around me and buried his face on my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He continued to let go tears but he wasn't sobbing.

I never thought that I could possibly have a crying demon in my arms.