(5,736 words) I thought of writing two chapters of this in a row, but then I decided not to because it'd feel like I was writing one whole big chapter, and I knew it'd make me go crazy.
I wrote this two months ago along with the authors note so anything mentioned happened two months ago.
My friend made me go watch Breaking Dawn part 2 with her last Saturday. I was wriggling around in my seat laughing my head off during the fight. Then I got disappointed.
Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own this Vincent is just my husband.
Innocent eyes
Chapter 4: The truth
A wisp of cold wind whooshed about the room, awakening Yuffie from her sleep. The teenager rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and tilted her head to look out her room's broken window. The sun had risen high over the horizon, for she couldn't see its glow through the clouds out her window but the light proved day had long since begun. She blinked her eyes in surprise, unaware she'd slept in for so long. Nowadays, Tifa woke her up at sunrise, which would've been hours ago. Her weary mind took a moment to remember why she'd been allowed the sleep-in. It was then her mind registered the feeling of slender fingers grasping her wrist. Twisting around on the bed she noticed Tifa sleeping soundly by her side, snoring softly, her face calm.
Yuffie smiled sadly at the older woman, last night she had stopped the master from raping her, and she'd been too terrified to leave the room after she'd brought her here. Yuffie had let her share the bed for the night, it had been a mite uncomfortable but knowing she was helping someone made her bare it without complaints. She watched her as she slept, pondering over if she should wake her or not. She looked so peaceful lying there; she'd feel bad for rousing her. Tifa was beautiful, she began to think, the shape of her face, her unique red-brown eyes, and that perfect black hair. She was a little envious, not like she'd admit to it. As she'd been told before, when Tifa's father had died and she didn't need as much money, she'd said no one would hire her when she tried to get other work. Yuffie deeply wondered over it, she was an intelligent and beautiful young woman; wouldn't someone want to have someone like that?
Did they think she had been tainted after spending so long in this hell? Sadly enough, it seemed plausible.
After another moment of thought, she decided it would be best to wake her now. After her ordeal it would be horrible to make her have to deal with Antoinette in a bad mood, it wasn't midday yet, they would have enough time to get what needed to be done completed before the girl awoke.
Yuffie shook her shoulder, and whispered softly, "Tifa?" When she received no response she shook her again, "Tifa?" She spoke louder.
Gradually, the maid roused, opening her eyes slowly, as if the light of the room was too much for her eyes to bear. She blinked a few times, as if confused, before tilting her head and stared puzzled up at Yuffie, who was watching her with a concerned expression.
"Yuffie?" She mumbled, finding her voice.
"You went to sleep in my bed, you wouldn't leave." Remembrance was not something that shone in her eyes.
Yuffie cracked a tiny smile, hoping maybe it'd help her feel less bad. "You need to wake up. It's late."
When the sentence left her lips, Tifa at last responded, she jumped up out of the bed and gaped at the scene out the window, "Oh no Antoinette's going to have my head!" She turned to run out the door, but before she could move a muscle Yuffie lunged forward and seized her wrist yelling,
"Wait!"
The expression Tifa gave her when she turned her head read 'are you crazy!?' She tugged but the grip on her arm did not loosen.
"Let go of me, I need to go make Antoinette breakfast before she has my head!"
Yuffie did not falter, in fact her grasp tightened, and her expression changed from begging to serious.
"How long has it been going on?" She questioned severely, Tifa didn't try to answer and continued to attempt to pull herself away.
"Answer!" She raised her voice.
In her panic Tifa hadn't realised what she'd been referring to, the lack of change on her face made that fact known, so she cleared it up for her.
"He tried to rape you didn't he? The master?" This time she reacted, her facial expression turned pained and her gaze lowered shamefully.
"Yes." She answered simply. But it didn't give enough; she hadn't answered the question in full.
"Why? How long has it happening for?"
"A long time, it doesn't matter! Let me go!" Tifa flared up and gave another attempt of freeing herself. This time, because Yuffie was no longer suspected of it, her hand had been released on the first tug. Her face showed triumph, grinning she pivoted and ran for the door. But Yuffie was quick and beat her to it. Tifa stopped mid stride and almost lost her balance, swaying dangerously.
"Out of the way!" She screamed irate, but Yuffie stubbornly kept her ground.
"Answer me, all of it." She pleaded, her voice kind.
Tifa's shoulder sagged in defeat. "Fine."
Yuffie hid the relief that she felt. This wasn't the right moment for that emotion. After a moment's hesitation, Tifa answered her, the full question.
"It started not long after I began to work at the mansion. It hurt like hell, but I had no one I could talk to. It'd give my father a heart attack, and everyone else was already gone. So I said nothing and let it continue, at first I thought it was because there was no one else, he had lost his wife after all. Though when I thought about it, I remembered that there were others back in town that'd be much more willing than me; they made much more sense. So then he began to confuse me, and I was so distracted by that confusion that I couldn't even shed a tear when it would happen. Soon, I noticed something about the way he looked at me when it'd happen. Those eyes weren't his own."
Yuffie titled her head at the last sentence, but said nothing and let Tifa continue,
"He's possessed I think, by something that can't be very different to a demon. I'm not scared of him, I bare him no ill will. But I'm scared that demon will be my end, I fear that when he's done with me he'll take my life." When she finished, the two became deathly silent. Tifa no longer wanted to speak, and Yuffie had no comment.
Possessed? By a demon? Was that girl possessed when she killed those men? Are they the same?
Tifa coughed to grab her attention, realising well enough that Yuffie became a captive to her own thoughts.
"I should hurry, she'll wake soon. Perhaps you should help; we'll be done faster, and should evade the worst of her mood." She smiled a smile that didn't reach her eyes. The change of topic; was still a help.
Yuffie nodded yes, and allowed Tifa to pass as they headed for the kitchen. Though her mind remained focussed on the idea of best evading Antoinette's sour mood, the earlier discussion plagued her still.
Are they the same? The master and the girl who'd brought her here? But as he'd said last night, that girl was a Vampire. Did that mean he was too?
When they came to the kitchen, Tifa got right to work preparing breakfast for Antoinette, who was soon to wake. She ordered the clueless teenager with her what to use, how much to use, and where each thing was. She didn't laugh at the problems that arose with her lack of knowledge; Tifa had realised long ago, knowing the situation most Wutanese citizens were in, that only nobles and royals spoke only their language. Despite what had happened and where she was now, Tifa knew she was nothing more than a rich girl who had been down on her luck, so she was bound to come across many difficulties working as a maid; like cooking. It'd clearly been done for her during her childhood so how was she to know what utensil did what?
They were half way done when Antoinette stormed into the dining room, both heard her clearly over the sounds of cooking.
"Oi, maid, how dare you not be done yet! I'm hungry you moron! If you don't finish in five minutes I'm taking your food privileges away for a week!"
Tifa sped up when her words registered in her mind, "I'm terribly sorry, I woke up late today. But please don't take them away for a week; humans can't go for that long."
As she put on the finishing touches she could see Antoinette's scowling face from the window set in the wall between the kitchen and dining room.
"Well maybe you're better off dead." The girl spat, arms crossed in displeasure.
"Please don't say that, you can't keep this up if you've only one maid who can't speak English correctly."
Antoinette sighed deeply, and left her alone after that. She moved to sit on the grand chair at the end of the wooden dining table. She muttered words just loud enough to make out from the kitchen.
"Then Papa can get a new maid who's better than you, lazy moron."
Tifa shook off the comment and loaded all the food on a plate and brought it out for her. Antoinette eyed her in disgust then waved her away. When she was not facing her Tifa frowned, angered by her rudeness.
She strode back into the kitchen and began to tell Yuffie where everything was to be put and what needed to be cleaned. When the kitchen was tidied up Tifa began washing the dirty dishes, and to help Yuffie dried them. Tifa gave them one last inspection to see if she had done a good job, if so she'd return them to the cupboards, if not she'd give them a quick wipe over before returning them.
The rest of the day passed by quickly, taken up by cleaning and a short lesson. Tifa had been greatly distracted and couldn't get her mind to work straight; she ended it early claiming she needed rest. Considering all their work was done for the day there would've been no problems with it. Yuffie let her be without question, knowing her mind remained to be focussed on their conversation in the morning.
The coming days passed by in a startling similar fashion. Tifa was becoming more and more unfocussed, and when Yuffie would question her she received no response, or one made up of purer nonsense. Some days she managed fine, on others not so well. She would tense up at each little sound if she didn't know what caused it, she'd be silent for long periods of time, and sometimes not say a word all day. On the worst days, it was clear it'd happened again, what Yuffie had stopped before she'd gotten to this level. Inside she'd hoped that finding out about the rapes might deter the master from continuing, but that was a stupid wish and nothing more. He had no control over himself as Tifa had said. It had to be the reason for her melancholy mood. Every now and then she looked to be improving, but then the next day Yuffie would see her vacantly staring out a window, without moving for an hour at least, completely outside her head. She was wrong to think she'd get better, and she was wrong to think anything in this hell was going to stop.
"No look how I say it, watch my mouth movements." Tifa told her during a lesson one day, she was helping her improve her pronunciation after Antoinette had gone of her head because she said 'Sorry' and it sounded far more like 'solly'.
This was one of her better days, for the lesson had gone on for over an hour, unlike the insignificant time of 10 minutes the day before. Yuffie listened closely to her and did her best to follow, having trouble every now and then because Tifa would say a word she didn't remotely know what it meant. The older one probably even knew the teen was clueless and hadn't been taught them, but her tired mind couldn't help it.
"Ra." Tifa said, than mouthed it slowly in hopes to improve the chance of success.
"Ra." Yuffie repeated only combining the 'R' sound with an 'L' sound. Tifa sighed exasperatedly as she again did what she had all hour.
"Try to split apart the sounds please." She said before mouthing 'R' and 'L' to show her the subtle differences between each, nodding her head when she said 'R' and shaking it when she said 'L' to get over the problems of the language barrier they had.
Yuffie nodded and tried once again to make the sound. She improved seeing as the 'R' was far more pronounced, but the 'L' was still clearly in there.
"Good that's an improvement, but it'll still get you in trouble with Antoinette, now try again."
Yuffie pouted and muttered under her breath in her own language so Tifa wouldn't make sense of her complaining "I am trying."
Tifa gave her a sympathetic look, of course it wasn't like she had perfectly understood what Yuffie had said, seeing her Wutanese was quite horrible, but she'd gotten the gist.
"Why don't we finish for the day?" She asked in a kind tone, one Yuffie hadn't heard for some time now on account of the tired, dreary voice she'd been speaking with the last couple of weeks.
Tifa smiled brightly at her, no doubt forced but seeing it was good enough for now.
"Yes." Yuffie returned it.
Tifa got up and picked up the sheets of paper she had scattered about so she wouldn't get in trouble later for it. The other waited for her to be done before she got off the ground so she'd have better room to stand in this tiny room. When Tifa was strolling towards the door she hopped up from the ground, and with some bad luck knocked down a vase on top of the cabinet besides her. Tifa flipped around when she heard the shattering object, and Yuffie yelp.
Hastily she crossed the room and inspected the hand Yuffie was holding close to her chest, showing signs of pain. She brought it close and eyed it, seeing she had cut herself, a drop of blood flowed out. She bit her lip and sighed inwardly.
"Don't worry it isn't bad, the blood will stop very soon. Just go to bed, it's late, you'll be fine."
Yuffie nodded, understanding half of what she meant.
She waited until Tifa left before she followed. When she exited she couldn't see where Tifa had gone off to, more than likely she'd gone to her own room to retire for the night, liking the idea herself she ambled along the path to her own. Outside the night wind howled and whistled through the trees. The winter was passing and the mansion wasn't as cold as it used to be; which was something she was more than glad for; she didn't need to cling to her blankets at night just for the tiny remnants of warmth they retained.
She slowed her pace as she neared her room; gazing at the stain glass windows of the main hall. As beautiful and magnificent as always, they served as a momentary distraction from the truth of this house. On the windows a scene played out, one full of angels. It was deceiving almost; this was hell, not heaven.
Yuffie stoped entirely just as she reached the middle of the entrance hall, her arms crossed behind her back she stared wonderingly at the glorious windows. Her mind chose to ponder why they were in a place like this, when all else was falling apart or already in ruins. It was so out of place...staggeringly so. As she fell deeper into her thoughts which brought her nowhere, her eyes fell upon the black and white picture of a woman who looked remarkably similar to Antoinette only her face was more oval and her eyes full of kindness. She'd been told she had been the Master's wife, but had died years ago. She began to think that maybe the master had been the first to live in this house, and she was the one that had made the windows be built here. On the rare days where the sun shone, the light would piece the window and every colour of a rainbow would cover the dreary room below. Who wouldn't have wanted some colour in a gloomy town like this?
Done with entertaining the thought, she resumed her walk to her room, but was stopped herself mid step because of the sound of creaking. Curiosity piqued, she eyed the bottom floor, but saw nothing from her perspective. Yuffie crept down the stairway, light on her feet with her hand holding the balustrade. When she reached the bottom, she surveyed the area again. The result again was nothing, walking a circle around the room; she found no trace of what had caused the noise. Putting it down to her imagination she ran back to the stairs, but halted when she heard another sound. She didn't know how to describe it exactly, it wasn't one she was used to hearing, but it reminded her of when Tifa flicked through pages during her lessons.
When she registered it was from the library, she headed there instead. Ahead of opening the door, she took one last look out the window, despite the colours blocking her from having a clear view outside, she knew from the lack of light it was very late at night. Disregarded how tired she felt, she allowed her curiosity to have its fun.
She opened the door a crack, and looked in, at first she spotted nothing but the shelves and the books they contained. She then opened it further and inclined her head to see to the left of her. The master was reading a book in complete silence, it occurred to her the sound had come from the flipping of pages. Against her better judgement, she tiptoed in, an army of questions on the tip of her tongue.
He didn't make any action to say he'd noticed she was there, but in her mind she knew he was plenty aware of her presence.
"Um.." She stumbled to form a sentence, all her thoughts rushed at her all at once, leaving her to confused to make use of her voice.
Vincent looked over the top of the page, but said nothing.
As Yuffie continued to fail to form a sentence, a sudden feeling of frustration hit her, and in an angry tone she yelled.
"What were you trying to do with Tifa!?" She returned to her own Wutanese on accident.
"I'm sure you already figured that out, there's no need for questions. Leave." He replied in his deep voice, returning to his book.
Yuffie bit her lip and clenched her hands.
"Why did you do it!?" She questioned shouting.
For a moment, he made no response at all, and when he did, he merely answered, "I barely know myself."
"Then why does it keep happening?" She begged for an answer, a good and proper one, her face infuriated and upset
Vincent lifted his eyes to her, she guessed he had paused in thought, but with half his face hidden and it being expressionless anyway; it was hard to know with him.
"Maybe I'm a monster." His tone then, darkened with resentment, but it did nothing to discourage Yuffie from this, for it wasn't directed to her, it was directed to him.
She fell silent, her eyes filled with pity she failed to hide. He despised himself, in that one moment it was made abundantly obvious. Everyone here was screwed up horrifically in one way or another. His sentence too, reminded her of an earlier conversation, the one about that girl who'd brought her here; now also happened to be her chance to see if her speculations were correct.
"Um.." She bit her lip before she could say it, her uncomforted feelings finally made their way to the surface.
He eyed her before switching to read his book. But she wasn't done yet.
"You told me that girl was a Vampire, I've tried to tell myself its true, I can tell you weren't lying after all."
He lifted up his eyes again, wondering where she was heading with this.
"I started wondering why you'd know such a person; she seems to have an interest in you of some kind. So my mind started trying to work out what was the most plausible reason." She paused and swallowed the lump forming in her throat.
"The only one I got; was that you must be one as well."
No response. She waited, and still nothing. On the wall a clock ticked, but they remained in perfect silence for the longest time. Eventually getting sick of it, Yuffie snapped, took a great step closer and screamed in his face.
"Are you one or are you not!?"
Even so, his reaction was slow, further maddening her. Vincent placed the book on a coffee table to his left and lifted his head to stare directly into her grey eyes. At first, they were filled with nothing nothing but anger, but soon his crimson eyes overflowing with self-loathing got to her and she faltered. Feeling intimidated, Yuffie lowered her gaze and took a step back. Only his arm stretched out he caught her wrist in his grasp. She yelped and used her body weight to tug against the grip, but thanks to her tiny form it wasn't near enough.
"Hey what are you doing!?" She shrieked as panic gripped her.
He said nothing, and with a slight flick of his wrist, dragged her closer. She murmured fearful words that fell on deaf ears. The way he looked at her terrified her, something dark had come out from behind his red eyes, he was no longer himself. His eyes were crazed.
His hand slipped from her wrist to her hand and both his held it gently in-between, though his hold on her was considerably looser, fear had nailed her feet to the floor. He moved one hand away and eyed the injury she'd done to her hand earlier, the blood had long since stopped and had crusted over, forming a scab. The licked the injury, giving her a clear look of his fangs. Yuffie winced, her body began to tremble.
"Please, let me go." She blubbered, her question answered without the need for words.
He did anything but. Vincent bit into her skin, she gasped as his fangs scraped the bone and he began to suck. She could feel each drop of blood leave her as he drank it up greedily. It was the most unsettling sound she'd ever heard, but dread had her rooted to the spot, she wouldn't have been able to move a single muscle even if she was to try.
"Stop." She begged fearfully, and gathered up all her strength to move her arm, all she managed was a tiny slight movement, which only caused him to bite in deeper. She cried as the pain worsened, and she started to feel lightheaded.
He made no sign to show he had any intention of stopping, she knew she was becoming anaemic.
"Please." Her voice wavered as she became increasingly weak.
Vincent ignored her entirely; he removed his mouth but didn't let her go. He licked up the blood dripping off the wound like it was a mouth-watering delicacy. In that moment he didn't notice his grip had slackened, but despite her weakness, Yuffie did. She snatched her hand away with so much force she fell over backwards.
She cried as her injured hand hit the floor hard, her blood oozing on the mat. She attempted to get up to her feet, but a wave of dizziness hit her and she collapsed, slowly she was losing consciousness. She wished Vincent would stop there, he didn't. When she glanced up at him, his eyes were the same, filled with darkness. He stood, and wiped his bloody mouth on his sleeve, before climbing on top of her. Yuffie wimped as he held her close, his fangs nicking the soft skin of her neck, she could feel a drop of blood slip down the nape of her neck. Right in this moment she completely believed this was her end. But she was spared, for the demon inside of him decided it wanted something else from her.
Vincent haltered for a moment, his hand gripping the low collar of her dress. His eyes were shut, he was tense, as if he was having an inner battle. Yuffie hoped, he'd win over the demon inside of him, she knew he wasn't bad, not completely at least, though his sanity was questionable she believed what Tifa had said. He lost control over his body; another force was what made him commit such horrific acts. Yuffie sobbed, too terrified to make an attempt at escaping, though it wasn't like she could with his weight crushing her. She got the answer of who had won over the other, when he tightened his grip on her collar and ripped her dress right down the middle. It revealed her chest and stomach, in fear and embarrassment she crossed her arms to hide her naked body but he grabbed both arms and flung them to the floor, then took hold of them to hold her down, clutching them so tightly his nails dug into her skin. She bit her lip at they cut into her, spilling more blood. Vincent had his mouth next to her ear, and frankly she feared he was going to bite into her neck. But he had stopped moving completely, for five or so minutes he was frozen, breathing harshly by her ear like he was in great pain.
Her thoughts were proved wrong, when he whispered a sentence witch struck her with even more terror, "Are you a virgin?"
Her heart stopped, and tears began to streak her cheeks. He repeated it after she returned only silence. She sobbed and mumbled fearful nonsense under her breath. So he repeated once again, this time raising his voice to a yell. She flinched and scared of what further prolonging would do, she replied screaming,
"No! I'm not alright!?" It was the worst thing she could've done in this situation.
He released her arms and immediately she lunged forward and swiped at him, but he caught her hand and threw it back to the ground.
"There's no point in trying." He muttered, in a voice not his own.
It was deep, monstrous; and made her stomach sink, and her body tremble far more than it already was.
Vincent grabbed the bottom of her dress and flipped it up; she was more than aware what the demon wanted now. He wanted to rape her. She shut her eyes, and blocked her ears with her hands, so she wouldn't have to see or hear anything. If only she could stop herself from feeling, it wasn't like she hadn't been in a similar situation before, she knew what it felt like. Only those times had been consensual. It hurt her as he forced his way inside; she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. She tried to beg him to stop, but her mouth was jammed shut.
When he started moving the pain didn't subside, it got worse. 'It shouldn't hurt this much should it?' She thought to herself, blaming it on her unready body and his forcefulness.
Her hands clawed at the skin above her ears as she pressed harder to block out the sound of his grunts, her stomach plunging each time he did. She felt sick, she felt disgusting, and she felt dirty. She felt like she had passed the point of no return by coming here, and now he was ridding her of the last thing she had left.
She cried; a part of her just wishing to drown him out, a part for everything she had lost.
It felt like an eternity had passed, and when it was over she didn't even know if she should've been glad. She didn't know what she was meant to be feeling at all. Her mind was a blank. He was an exhausted mess on top of her, only stopping himself from crushing her by catching himself on his arms; he no longer had any hold of her. And she took it as her chance. Ripping herself from under him she slapped him in the face and ran for the door, wiping away her tears and holding together her ripped dress. He watched her leave wordlessly, finally calming down and becoming his self again, only too late to stop anything. What'd he had done was irreversible.
Yuffie swung open the doors, and almost ran into the girl standing outside them. Her sobbing stopped and her expression was replaced by shock, when she realised it was the girl who'd brought her here. She wanted to slap her too then, because this was all her fault. The girl looked her up and down, and offered her a sympathetic smile, understanding full well what had happened. Yuffie feelings of hatred evaporated, grasping that of course, she hadn't intended for this to happen, all she was trying to do was help.
She took a step closer and whispered "Sorry." So quietly it'd been close to inaudible. She spotted her fangs then, and was reminded of back before the rape, her sick feelings returned full force and her tears resumed. The girl without a word took another step closer, with a hand on her shoulder she whispered into her ear.
"You're lucky you know that?"
"How?" Yuffie spat, and shook with a sob.
So she continued, "At least he retained his human self, if he let himself be consumed by his darkness, you'd be dead by now." She patted her on the shoulder and slid past her, striding to the library door with a serious expression planted on her features.
Not remotely thinking of questioning why she was here, or what she was going to do now; Yuffie ran from the room to her own. She collapsed on her bed, bawling her eyes out. She was covered in sweat and blood, and had never felt dirtier. She held back the urge to vomit, so she wouldn't ruin her source of warmth in this freezing house.
She was angry too, more so than she'd ever been, she shook with rage. She wanted to hit someone, even if they'd done nothing in all of this, she didn't want to see the master's face again. She felt as though he was trying to wipe away her memories; her times with Hiroge were the most important to her, and that one night when he'd taken her was one of the most important, she wanted to hold on to it. But now the thought of being with someone in that way was sickening, and she didn't even want to think of it, no matter who it was with.
And with her memory of his face faded with each month that passed by, she had never felt more guilty.
"Vincent?" The questioning and slightly angered voice of a young girl asked from the other side of the room.
The man in question was on the ground, curled up in a corner, hiding among the room's shadows. He didn't care to respond, he didn't care to show he noticed her.
She repeated herself, with more force in her voice. "Vincent!?"
Still nothing, she knew he felt guilty. She tiptoed up to him, and sat beside him, wrapping her arms around her knees in a cute childlike way. His only reaction was glancing at her. She watched him with her curious bright blue eyes and waited patiently. Half an hour passed by, before he did anything, she had refused to move or say a word in that time. She waited for him to talk, or she wouldn't leave. In the end he must've known that was her plan.
"What do you want Shelke?"
"When I came I only wanted to talk, but seeing that girl come out in tears with her dress ripped has made me want to talk of other matters. Why'd you let him have control? I was trying to help her, and now you've messed that plan up."
She waited for his response, which luckily came faster than his last.
"I tried to keep him in, but I failed." He growled, with hatred directed to himself.
"I'm sorry." Shelke whispered. He eyed her irritated, and spat.
"This has nothing to do with you, you've done nothing."
She nodded, "I know, but I haven't ever tried to help, because of me you haven't been able to cut you connections with the one that made you like this. I know it's her fault everything has become like this, so that's why I'm sorry."
After a moment he asked a question different to what she'd expected of him. "Why are you with her? You're not like them aren't you?"
Shelke hummed, thinking up a way to explain it. "We're more similar than you think, the reason that girl is scared of me is because I lost it the day we met. I smelt blood, and lost my sense of self. I haven't seen someone look so scared for their life in years, it was worse than the state you'd left her in."
He didn't respond, so she continued the conversation with a question of her own. "Vincent, why are you here? In Nibelheim I mean, you've never liked it have you?"
He shook his head, she expected that to be his answer but to her surprise he made a vocal one.
"This was where she grew up."
"Lucrecia?"
He nodded. "I could remember her saying it was always cold there, but she said it was a special place to her."
Shelke fell silent for a minute, before saying, "I'm sorry for what Rosso did to you two, maybe Antoinette wouldn't be so messed up if she had her mother."
Vincent didn't glare at her for insulting his daughter; he knew well enough she had problems aplenty.
"I don't think anyone can be saved once they're in hell."
Yum yum yum delisiaso. Spelt that wrong I just know it.
That was for the blood, not the rape.
Reviews make me keep my sanity.
Ta ta.
~Serah Villiers Valentine
