Disclaimer: Why do I bother? You all know that FFVII doesn't belong to me! (If it did, well...I probably shouldn't say...) Anyway, FFVII belongs to Squeenix.

Vincent: I'm curious. What would happen if you owned it?

L-wolf13: You really want to know?

Vincent: Now that you say that, I'm not so sure...

L-wolf13: Meh. I'll tell you in the next disclaimer.

Vincent: ...


Chapter Four

Caught

Somewhere in a dark alley…

Vincent aimed Cerberus at the werewolf's head for the sixth time. And once again, she dodged the bullets and charged, aiming for his shoulder. Out of ammo and not enough time to reload, instead of moving out of the way, Vincent clenched his claw into a fist and delivered a bone crushing uppercut to the beast's jaw, sending her reeling backwards. He used the moment to his advantage and rammed himself into the beast's mid-section, tackling her to the floor, bringing his metal fist down on her head over and over, each time drawing more and more blood with each blow. There was a pause between punches longer than the others that the werewolf used to maneuver her feet underneath Vincent and launch him away. He flipped in the air, landing gracefully a few meters away from her.

Recovering quickly, she charged, roaring furiously, dodging to the sides in a swift zigzag motion, leaping out of his line of vision to extend her claws and slash four, deep wounds into his chest. Vincent yelped in pain and surprise as he was thrown against the wall of the nearest building, landing in a heap. The werewolf approached him slowly and deliberately, blue eyes glowing.

Vincent looked up into her eyes in a daze, panting. He should have easily been able to transform into one of his Limit Breaks, but somehow they were all out of his mental reach. The werewolf kneeled before him, keeping eye contact, and brandishing her fangs in a sort of creepy, elongated grin. Vincent couldn't look away; couldn't think; couldn't move. The beast reached out and grabbed the front of his cloak, pulling him towards her and pulling his head back by his raven hair, exposing the pale skin at the base of his neck. She licked her lips in anticipation and opened her jaws over his shoulder, taking a moment to relish in the sound of his heavy breathing before sinking her teeth deeply into his warm flesh, causing Vincent to emit a strangled cry as the beast dug her fangs even deeper into him, an intense burning sensation coursing through his body. He cried out again as she opened her jaws again and pulled back, blood dripping from her fangs. She got what she wanted and now it was time for her to leave, before anyone else saw.

Leaping back, she disappeared over the rooftops, leaving a bloodied Vincent to stagger painfully back to the inn. Too much in pain to be completely aware of his surroundings, Vincent remained oblivious to the shadow that had been watching the whole time, outlined by the silver light of the full moon.


You know you liked that chapter. "Who was that watching him?" you're probably wondering. You'll find out later. Just keep reading. Oh, and, please R&R! Thank you!