The woman still held a gun to him, and Vincent didn't really blame her, he didn't even know how he had gotten here. One moment he was sitting in Tifa's bar and the next he was standing in some strange living room. He faced her fully, noting her warriors stance. he had no doubts that if he needed he could over power her, but he had no intention of doing that. With a small sigh he raised his hands slowly earning a jerk of her pistol.
"I mean no harm." He tried to put as much gentleness as he could muster into the single sentence. She seemed shocked and confused, and even a little scared.
"What was that name again?" She asked, her voice soft, almost like silk.
Vincent kept eye contact, hoping that would convince her to lower her weapon, "Vincent." He replied.
The woman seemed disbelieving but she lowered her gun slightly, "Impossible." She murmured and her eyes flickered to something beyond him and Vincent saw his chance. With lightning quick speed and a whirl of red cape he had her pinned to the ground removing the gun from her tiny hands.
Maria hardly had time to let out a yelp before she was flat on her back, but like the trained police officer she was she reacted quickly, her knee came up connecting firmly with his groin and when he grunted she rolled over the top of him, throwing a punch she was sure would have connected if he hadn't raised that steel claw of his. Her knuckles smashed into the medal and Maria felt a scream of pain bubble in her chest but she had no time to react as she was on her back again with the man pinning her wrists above her head. Panic flickered across her face and she bucked against him, "Let me go!" She screamed at him.
Surprise flickered over Vincent's features but he remained where he was, "Do not fight me." He said simply.
Maria was hopping mad, she could barely see straight, this man came into her house from God knows where, and here he was attacking her? She didn't think so! She tried to bring her knee up but the man had his thighs locked firmly in place around her waist. How was this happening? She was a trained police officer! How was it he was able to pin her so easily? She struggled but it was no use, she wasn't going anywhere.
"Who are you?!" She howled, her anger bubbling over.
"I have told you. My name is---"
"That's impossible! Fucking impossible! You're not real! You can't be real!" She screamed, and Vincent could see the panic in her eyes. His eyes flickered to where she had been looking before, could it be possible? Could he have jumped realms? And if so how?
"Do no fight me and I will let you up." He told her and slowly sat back to a kneeling position in front of her. He watched as she sat up, her blond hair falling over one shoulder, she watched him with a nervousness that worried him, it was a if she were afraid he would suddenly jump upon her and to as he wished. It was unsettling. His crimson eyes fell upon her neck, where a thin white scar ran from the hinge of her jaw down and under her shirt. He found himself wondering who would have marred such lovely skin.
Maria glared at him, as she rubbed her hand, "So you're Vincent Valentine." She muttered, her tone didn't seem convinced, in fact, she spoke as if she thought she herself was crazy. The very idea that he had just simply materialized out of her television set was enough to send her away to a padded room for the rest of her life. No, she couldn't tell anyone that she thought that some man from a damn video game was kneeling in her living room. And she was sure it was him, there was no other way he could have just appeared in her house.
"Are you hungry?" She asked suddenly and this seemed to take Vincent off guard. He watched her with those crimson eyes and nodded slightly.
Maria stood suddenly, and walked passed him, Vincent was stunned, and confused, and he wanted to know what was going on. He stood and watched her walk away, noting the slight sway in her hips. He felt strange, almost like he shouldn't be noticing things like that with a woman whose name he didn't know. He followed her slowly into a large kitchen that was decorated in dark stone and blue tile. He watched as she filled a plate with food and set in on the bar counter standing back.
"What is your name?" Vincent asked softly as he came to a seat.
"Maria."
