Vincent sat in the dusty ShinRa manor, back leaned against the wall. He didn't know why he came back here, maybe it was because he had no other place to go to. The gunman had nobody to be with and nothing to do. He lost everything the moment Hojo shot him. His job, his love and his humanity. Somehow it was fitting for a sinner like him to be experimented on and sharing his body with a demon. The raven-haired knew, he was immortal. When he came to himself after he became this creature, he tried to kill himself in despair.

At first he shot himself, the bullet went right trough his head. He felt immense pain and smelled blood, but was still alive. Slitting his wrist wouldn't do anything, he only had one arm to do that and if a bullet to the head wouldn't kill him, he seemed to be unable to die from blood loss. So he took poison. Vincent had felt the venom rushing trough his veins, burning his insides. It felt as if his blood vessels were bursting. He was shaking, sick and his skin became cold as ice. Still – he was alive. Even after he took ten times the dosage that would have killed a normal human, he survived. He blamed it on Chaos. The Demon was probably the reason he survived all that.

Soon he gave up on that idea, going to sleep in a coffin in the basement of the mansion instead. He planned on sleeping there forever, but thirty years later a certain blonde stumbled over his room, his curiosity causing him to open the casket. At first the gunslinger was slightly annoyed by the disturbance, though after hearing about Sephiroth trying to destroy the world, he wanted to help them. Sephiroth was, after all, part of his sins and therefore his business. Furthermore he was told they would probably meet Hojo and he definitely had to take revenge. There was nobody Vincent hated more. Who would have thought that his decision to accompany them would lead to so many changes?

The more time he spent with the group, the more he came to enjoy it. Especially being around the group's leader, Cloud. Even now he had no idea when it started, but somehow he became quite fond of the swordsman. The longer they traveled across Gaia, the more it dawned on him, that he was falling in love. Whilst he believed to not deserve happiness and to be loved, he still wanted to be there for the blonde. He was unsure of what to do. Confessing his love to Cloud was beyond dispute, after all he was a monster and it was far more probable Cloud was interested in girls. As far as he knew, Cloud had had a crush on Tifa when he was little.

Still, he had to do something. Cloud didn't accept help from anybody, but Vincent had to find a way. He recognized Clouds mental state, it wasn't that different from his own before meeting the blonde and his group. He feared something would happen to the swordsman, and the raven-haired couldn't stand losing another love.

He looked trough the dirty window on his left, the moon was shining and bathed him in ghostly white light. Vincent slowly stood up. The gunman would have to find Cloud. When he was near the blonde he could watch over him in case something happened and come up with a plan to save the warrior from drowning in his past. Maybe he should visit the 'Seventh Heaven'. Tifa had reopened the bar after Sephiroth was defeated and everybody of the group visited once in a while. She might know where he could find Cloud and if not, maybe one of the others did. It was worth a shot.