Chapter 2
Vincent turned his head at the sound of heels clicking behind him. He hadn't heard that sound in a while, seeing as Freya nor Eloise, or any of the female Turks for that matter, wore the stilettos this woman did, with such ease and elegance, like a cat stalking its prey.
Catching her gaze, Vincent knew something was unique. Something was different, absurd even, about her. It was her eyes. They were a deep claret, that seemed to glitter with light when she smirked with mirth at his shock, like his own pair.
'Hello, Miss...?'
'Valentine, Sir. And you are?'
'Vincent Valentine, head of Department of Administrative Research, more commonly know as Turks. I trust you are here as part of the recruitment programme?'
As he said this, he could notice her rather intent crimson glare focused on him.
'I can feel you staring at me, Miss Valentine. Do you want something?'
'Please, call me Rosie. I cannot stand formalities within what I am hoping to become my new family.'
'Ah, I see. Forgive me for asking, but what happened to your other family, Rosie?'
'My Mother did not want me, for I was a bastard child, born to her by a man with eyes like mine or as M'am said, eyes as crimson as his sins. I never met my Father, you see, Vincent... May I call you that? As I said before, I cannot stand for formalities. I have been sustaining myself for a good portion of my 17 years, surviving along with other 'Street Rats' as we homeless children are called in Wutai.'
Vincent felt a new emotion as she said that. Sympathy, and... Guilt? Why did he feel guilt? He brushed it off, concentrating on the job in hand.