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This is our first fic so please R&R. well here is chapter one enjoy

Chapter 1

Memories

As Vincent walked down the dark, cold, spiraling staircase deep inside Shinra mansion, he wondered what had compelled him to go back there. As he got to the bottom floor he looked at the old ruins of the once bustling hallway. He continued on through the dark tunnel that haunted him with memories of Hojo's twisted experiments. He suddenly stopped as he came to his old room. He had been kept in there when Hojo wasn't sending him out on missions. His eyes moved to the machine that kept the door from opening. He slowly moved his fingers over his metal arm while looking at where he had slashed the machine. He hated the machine. It would create a electrical barrier around the room. The barrier was invisible and would keep anyone in and everything else out.

Vincent walked on, he grew tired of looking at his former prison. He walked into the lab, or what used to be a lab. The door was gone, books were scattered every where, tanks were broken into pieces. The chairs were inside the broken tanks or through windows or bookshelves. Many of the bookshelves were knocked over, looking like a fallen line of dominoes.

Vincent walked near a bookcase, looking for something. He didn't know what it was though. As Vincent was about to walk away, he noticed a book sticking out of a wall, like a bone out of the skin. He slowly walked over the shelves and tarred open the wall. He became motionless as the book into his hand. On the cover of the book was written "My precious Lucreia". He was shocked. For the book was Lucreia's diary. He slowly walked back over the bookshelves and sat on one of the smaller fallen shelves. Vincent opened the diary and started to read through it.

Most of the words were faded. Also, many pages were missing. The diary seemed to be mainly composed of either short entries or research. "That's just like her", Vincent said aloud as he chuckled. "You always said that your research was just as important as your life", he said as he stopped chuckling. He was starting to painfully regret not taking that statement seriously. "I knew you loved your work. I knew you would die for an experiment. So why did I not refuse to go on that mission. All they said was that an experiment went wrong and you died." Vincent just let his head hang low.

He rose about to leave when a page fell out of the diary. Not wanting to let any of it leave his possession, he picked it up. The paper read: "In conclusion to my research, the prophecies of the nightmare stream are written in riddles in poetic form." This peaked Vincent's interest. "The nightmare stream? What could that mean?" Vincent just sat there questioning the entry.

He sat back down and looked through the diary with closer attention. To his surprise a lot of the research was still very much readable. Vincent found the first report. It read: "I have started my research on the ancient race the white elf. I have found a girl who is the last known survivor of the race. I have decided to call her Ivory because of her fair skin. I am going to start to investigate their physical anatomy. I hope to find the answers to…… .." That's where the page ended. Vincent turned the page but it didn't continue. It might have continued but the writing was completely faded. He continued reading on. The second report was even more fascinating. It read: "I have discovered the traits of the white elf. They have pure white hair, violet eyes, and fair skin. This has been proved by a simple yet complex DNA test. I am still unaware of their abilities though. The test seemed to show that their blood had some of the same traits that the vampires had. I am going to research this further." Strange," Vincent said, "Lucreia used to be more detailed in her reports." She must have just wrote the cliff notes version in the journal he thought. Lucreia would always hide her research. She wouldn't even let him read it sometimes. He continued to read on now enticed by this strange race. He had many questions about this race called the white elves and this girl named Ivory. What was her real name? What did Lucreia's interest in her? How was Lucreia and this girl connected?

These questions were swirling around Vincent's mind. Vincent kept reading, but he didn't learn much more. All he was able to find is that the white elves had the ability to control spirits. Vincent wished that Lucreia had left him a note or something to find her research. He turned the page and found a folded piece of paper. He opened it. It was a letter from Lucreia. It read:

"Dear Vincent,

If you are reading this, then I an already dead. But you see Vinny, I was ready to die. I died for a very good cause. You will learn that later on. I love you more that life its self. I just wanted to verify that fact. I have hidden by report from Hojo. But this is the last page in my book. Don't worry yourself to death trying to find it. Hee-Hee. Wait, you can't die, but I did. I love you.

Always yours,

Lucreia."

Vincent was in complete shock. What did she mean when she said she was ready to die? What was so important that she would give her life? Vincent didn't know what to do or think. Something was wrong. If Lucreia knew she was going to die, then how could her death be an accident? Vincent was very puzzled. "Hojo!" Vincent said, "He must know what she meant." "Get ready Hojo. I'm going to get some answers even if I have to kill you and your goons to do it." Vincent rose about to leave when he felt his head spin. He felt himself blacking out. "I'm having another vision", he said ready to embrace it. Vincent would frequently have visions of the past. As he felt himself drift away, he saw Lucreia. She was in her lab standing between one of the Turks and a small girl with silver hair and violet eyes. Lucreia was yelling something and the Turk was laughing at her. He raised a gun and shot. Lucreia didn't move she stood there and let the shot hit her. Her body started to fall to the ground. The girl started to cry. Her eyes had anger in them. Her eyes began to glow and then a swarm of light flew out of Lucreia and the Turk. The lights went into the girl's body and then she fainted. Vincent came back to reality. He knew what had happened. The lights were Lucreia's and the Turk's souls. "I have to find her", Vincent said, "That girl. She had violet eyes and white hair. She… She is Ivory."

Well there is chapter one. Please review to tell us what you want us to change. Thanks