A NEW HOME

As they drive through town they see lights on in some of the houses and even pass a gas station that appears to be in business. They both think of how nice it is to see some lights shining through the darkness.

They pull up to a fairly nice two story home. Not the kind of place Cheryl expected Vincent to live. He parks the car then helps Cheryl out of the passenger seat and up to the front of the house. He unlocks the front door and moves quickly to turn on all the lights.

Cheryl walks into the hall, removing her vest, and places it on the coat hanger next to the door. She then slips off her boots and kicks them to the side of the wall. Seeing how stained the two of them are she just wants to find a match and burn them. Her vest is no longer white. It is now almost completely brown with a streak of blood down the front from when she cried upon her father's lap. Her boots are ripped and melted from the heated grates of The Nightmare World. Her skirt is also soaked in any number of fluids from the monsters she had to fight. She surely is never going to wear any of them again.

Vincent returns to the hall, "Do you want me to make you something?"

"I am not really hungry right now. I just really want to take a shower."

"Of course, I have two restrooms so you can use the shower downstairs or there is a bathtub up in the master bathroom."

"A bath sounds like a really nice idea," Cheryl lets out a soft giggle.

"Do you need help finding it?"

"No, I am sure I can manage."

"Okay. It is the second door on the right."

Cheryl makes her way up the stairs and into the master bedroom. She finds a queen sized bed and a large flat screen TV at the foot of it. Seeing something so modern helps to make her feel like she is finally back in the real world. She opens the second doorway on the far side of the room and sure enough finds a massive jacuzzi tub.

She moves to the side of the shower and turns on the faucet. The hot water splashing her hand immediately helps her to feel even calmer. She pulls the curtain closed to let it run then turns to the sink behind her and finds her hair matted and soaked in blood, grime, and sweat. She removes her watch, armband, and then her shirt, skirt, bra, and underwear. Looking to the mirror again she no longer recognizes the woman looking back at her.

Now being a meld of her three selves, she has green eyes and her hair is long and dark brown as it was when she was Alessa. She is also no longer a teenager but looks to be in her late twenties. For the first time in what feels like forever she doesn't have the urge to punch the mirror as she looks into it. She finds herself beautiful. She looks down at her belly. The bump that once plagued her is now gone and just a flat tummy remains. She moves her fingers over it laughing and crying at the same time. It might not have been something she wanted but it was still a part of her and now it is gone.

She turns away from the mirror and climbs into the shower. She ends up trying every different kind of cleaning product Vincent's shower has to offer as she seems to scrub for hours. She wants to be sure to smell like anything other than the rotten flesh she has been soaking in all day. After a while she begins to hope that Vincent will walk in and join her. She knows with how much of a creep he is, his pervy side has to be through the roof right now. She imagines him standing outside the door just listening as she showers. She thinks of moaning out loud to catch his attention and to entice him but decides she still wants to focus on getting as clean as possible.

Just down stairs Vincent has taken a quick shower from the other bathroom. After taking one quick look in the mirror to be sure there are no holes in his chest, he buttons up his nightshirt, and is off to the kitchen to get some food prepared. While cooking, some kinky thoughts about Cheryl do enter his mind. He thinks about how her pale skin must look with all those bubbles built up all over her body in the bathtub. Just the thought of it is making him harder than he has ever been in his life. They have never been as close as they are right now to giving themselves to one another. She is right upstairs, naked, and now lonely with the loss of anyone who understands her, except him. He just wants to hold her and kiss all her sadness away.

He tries to refocus his attention on making them food. He wants something simple but also appetizing. He knows she must be starving even after seeing all those gruesome horrors. All that running, all that pain, she will need something to replenish her strength.

Cheryl has switched from taking a shower to taking a bath. Now feeling she has scrubbed away the grime she wants to soak her tense muscles. She turns on the jets, lays her head back against the tub pillow, and listens to the sound of the water filling the tub. She takes a deep breath and the smell of soap fills her nostrils. She plays with the bubbles for a bit then falls into a deep sleep.

Time passes and she jolts herself awake not realizing she had passed out. She looks out the window. It is still dark outside. Now not knowing if she had been a sleep a few seconds or a few hours she turns off the jets of the tub and climbs out to dry herself off. At that moment she realizes how much the towel smells like Vincent and she suddenly misses him terribly.

Moving back into the bedroom she ponders over what she is going to wear. Even if Vincent is a perv surly he wouldn't have any women's clothes just lying around. She steps into his closet and finds one of his long dress shirts. She looks at herself in the mirror and giggles at how big it looks on her petite body. She makes her way downstairs where Vincent is waiting for her at the dining table, reading a novel, with pasta prepared for the both of them.

As Cheryl walks into the room Vincent looks up to see her wearing nothing but his dress shirt. Her slender legs stick out from the bottom with the length of the shirt just barley long enough to cover her thighs.

"I hope you don't mind, I borrowed your shirt," Cheryl says in her cute, innocent voice.

"I don't mi- mind at all," Vincent clears his throat and looks back down at his novel trying to hide that his face just turned bright red, "I prepared some food for you. I know you said you were not hungry but I figured after you got cleaned up you might change your mind. So dig in if you want."

She admires his embarrassment. "Thank you," she sits down at the table and begins taking forks full of pasta into her mouth and swallowing hastily.

Vincent smiles and lets out a satisfied sigh.

"Sorry, I guess I am hungrier than I thought," Cheryl says through a mouth full of pasta.

"It's fine." Vincent puts down his novel and begins eating along with her.

After finishing their food Cheryl stands up and walks over to Vincent who's still sitting in his chair. She runs her fingers up and down the buttons on the front of his night shirt. Vincent's heart begins to pound wildly as it sends blood spiraling south. She runs her hands up over his neck and into his hair feeling his warm skin. His erection begins to ache as it swells in his pants that now seem two sizes too small. Smiling and noticing the now huge bulge coming from his crotch, Cheryl climbs onto his lap pressing the mound against her pelvis. He can feel she has not put on any underwear which entices him even more. Cheryl leans over him and meets his lips with a hot kiss, leaving a tingling trail to run down his neck and into his chest. Vincent is stunned; with his arms raised in the air not sure where to put them. Slowly he places his hands on her back to pull her in closer and let his tongue battle with hers. He can smell her hair that is scented with his shampoo and a tiny hint of something metallic. Their bodies quiver intensely as they continue the ever lingering kiss. They find themselves travailing back to their school days. Back when the only thing that mattered was each other. Before life struck them down hard.

Heather rubs her slit against his shaft and he can feel her heat though the fabric. Vincent has never hated his pants more than at this moment. He prays with all his might that they will just disappear into the ether, never to be seen again.

After a long moment they finally pull back from the kiss, both taking in a deep breath and letting out the hot air that has built up.

"Oh, Cheryl..." Vincent moans.

She is happy that he has finally accepted who she has become. She is not the woman he once knew but she is not Heather either. She has once again been reborn only this time she hasn't forgotten everything. She remembers just how much they longed for each other all those years ago and she now feels so stupid for denying him all that time. He was always there for her and all she ever did was push him away. But not anymore. She wants to give him everything.

The muscles in Vincent's legs twitch, telling him to just pick her up, tip her backwards over the table, and ravish her right then and there, but his brain would not allow it. He is rooted to the chair unable to move. It is not his place to make such a move. He will need her to say the words before he can act on such feelings.

He looks up into her eyes, wanting to speak, wanting to move but he can't find the strength, "Cheryl I... I..."

She looks at him intensely with a big smile on her face. She prays for those three little words to come out of Vincent's mouth.

He moves his hands down her back and over the curve of her hips, "You're just... so gorgeous. I prayed every night for this moment to come, and now I have you right here in my arms and-"

Suddenly the doorbell rings and the two of them jump at the unexpected sound. They both sit silently for a moment not sure what to think.

"Who can possibly know were here?" Cheryl asks.

For a moment her heart turns to dread thinking somehow maybe Claudia has escaped her hellish abyss or perhaps it was someone else from The Order who has tracked them down. But then she remembers that she now possesses the powers of 'The Mother' and if anyone tries to harm her or Vincent she will show them no mercy. Then she thinks of Douglas. Maybe he is angry that she forgot him at the park. The doorbell rings again. Vincent lifts Cheryl off his lap and places her on the floor. With Cheryl clenching tightly to his arm, they both approach the front door with caution. They can see the shadow of a person standing on the porch.

"Who is it?" Vincent calls out.

"This is Cybil Bennett, I'm a police officer from Brahms. If you could open the door I would like to talk to you if I may."

Vincent turns to Cheryl who gives him the okay to open the door.

Cybil removes her sunglasses and looks up at the two of them with a smirk, "Are you two doing alright? You look a little spooked."

Vincent speaks up, "We just weren't expecting anyone this time of night."

Cybil laughs, "Yeah it sure does seem quiet around here doesn't it?"

Cheryl and Vincent don't laugh along since her comment makes them feel very uncomfortable.

Cybil shrugs it off, "Is there anyone else in the house by chance?"

"Look officer, what is this about?" Vincent asks in an exhausted tone.

"I am just making sure you folks are okay. I got some info over my radio that two folks fitting your descriptions were seen leaving the Silent Hill church with what appeared to be wounds."

"Well as you can see, we are fine officer," says Vincent.

She looks to Cheryl, "Is that true ma'am. You're not hurt?"

Cheryl shakes her head at her.

"Are you sure you folks haven't seen anything strange tonight. Nothing you want to report?"

They both shake their heads.

"Huh. I guess you two were smart enough not to drink the water last night." She laughs. "Everyone else was calling in saying they witnessed all kinds of crazy stuff."

"Well again, we're fine officer. Thank you."

"Alright then," Cybil turns to the horizon, "At least the sun is finally coming up. I swear this has been my second longest night in history. Well, have a good one."

"Okay, thank you officer," Vincent closes the door and watches Cybil as she gets on her motorbike and drives off. Vincent turns back to Cheryl and takes her by the hands, "Time for bed. Do you want to sleep in the spare room or in my room?" Cheryl clings to his shirt, unwilling to let go. "I take it you want to stay with me?" Cheryl nods. "Okay then."

He leads her upstairs to the master bedroom. They lay down on the bed and cover themselves with the blanket. Vincent takes off his glasses and sets them on the bed side table. He takes Cheryl into his arms and she snuggles up into his chest. He kisses her forehead lovingly and can already hear her steadily breathing and she passes out from exhaustion. He plays with her hair for a moment admiring how long and silky it is, then too soon drifts off to a deep sleep.

Cheryl awakes from her slumber to a bright ray of light shining in through the bedroom window. She feels warm with the comfort of silk sheets wrapped around her body. For a brief moment she forgets where she is and quickly sits up in a panic to find herself looking around a bedroom. She sees Vincent standing in the doorway. He looks fresh from a shower, bare chested, wearing only his boxer-briefs, as he sips on a glass of whiskey on the rocks. He smiles seeing that she has finally awakened. Cheryl holds her chest to calm her heartbeat and takes in a deep breath.

"Nice to see you're finally awake my little butterfly," Vincent snickers. "No bad dreams I hope."

Cheryl sleepily wipes her eyes with her fingers, "What time is it?"

"5pm." Vincent chuckles as he sets down his drink on the dresser, "I have been keeping breakfast prepared for you. Come see when you're ready."

Cheryl continues to wipe the sleepies from her eyes as she throws the sheets off her legs and moves off the bed. Stumbly walking into the kitchen she sees the table has been dressed with fresh flowers and presented with two triple stacks of pancakes. She smiles at Vincent.

"Thank you, this is lovely." She takes a set at the table and hungrily licks her lips.

Vincent sits down to join her, "I wanted there to be fresh strawberries and blueberries to go with the pancakes but I didn't want to go to the store and leave you hear by yourself."

"It's fine. Simple, just the way I like them."

She slides the fork slowly into the stack of fluffy pancakes when the image of the fork moving easily into its surface brings the images of Claudia stabbing her father flashing before her eyes. She then sees herself stabbing Vincent on that church floor. How quick and yet how painful it must have been for them and how easy and pleasurable it was for her and Claudia. She slowly takes in bites trying to hold back her tears as she eats.

Vincent notices a darkened look fall over Cheryl's eyes, watching he sees tears begin to fill up the corners. He stands up and walks over to her, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close.

"Hey, hey, hey, come on now. None of that, okay? Everything's going to be alright now." He holds her head against his chest. Her hair still slightly wet from the night before. He runs his fingers though it then wipes the tears from her face.

"I just miss him so much," Cheryl's voice comes out so soft and so strained he can barely make out the words, "I'm so sorry it hurt you, Vincent." A loud cry escapes her throat.

"We've been over this already. I don't blame you for what happened."

Vincent tightens his grip. She tries to relax herself with the sound of his heart beats. She thinks about how at multiple points she had made it completely stop. She is so happy to hear it beating fast and strong.

"It's okay. I'm here now and I won't let anything ever happen to you again." He gives her one last tight hug then moves back from her to look her in the eyes.

She wipes her nose with a sniffle. After taking a few deep breaths she finds the courage to look up at him. Her heart pounding loudly and her throat so tight she is not sure if she can even say the words, "Vincent, I want you… to make love to me."

He takes a moment to gather himself, now with his heartbeat racing alongside hers, he feels almost as if she has stabbed him in the chest once again. Even though he very clearly heard what she said, all he can manage to get out is, "What was that?"

Cheryl takes another deep breath before saying the words again, "I need you... to make love to me. Right now."

"Wow… I-" Before he can get out another word, Cheryl leaps from the kitchen chair and into his arms. Her mouth presses hard into his as she forces her tongue deep into his. He tastes the maple syrup from her lips which are causing them to stick to his almost like glue as he returns the vigorous kiss.

As Vincent gets to his feet, Cheryl wraps her legs around his waist rubbing her bare hips against him. Only a thin layer of cotton separates his erect member from slipping into her. He can feel the warmth and wetness of her slit as he holds her up, grasping her bare butt cheeks in his firm fingertips. He presses her body up against the room divider between the kitchen and the living room. Now with her back against the wall Vincent is able to press his mouth even harder into hers. No matter how deep the kiss, they still feel as if it is not enough. Feeling himself fall weak for a moment, Vincent dry humps Cheryl using the wall to support her weight as he gains the strength back to his arms.

Cheryl speaks softly out of breath, into his ear, "Make me a woman."

She takes his glasses into her hands and tosses them to the couch. She continues to dominate his mouth as he carries her towards the bedroom. He lays her down on the mattress. He looks down at her half naked body sprawled out on the bed. Her hips and legs create a v-line to her pelvis where she has her legs pressed together. Wearing nothing but his button up shirt that is now spread out underneath her, to him she really does look like a butterfly. Vincent climbs onto the bed supporting himself with his knees.

Cheryl sits up in front of him. She admires the bulge coming from his boxer-briefs. His member twitches at the sight of her staring at it. She bites her bottom lip and takes the corners of his undies into her fingers and pulls them down off his hips, exposing his thick, erect, cock. She lets go of the underwear letting them fall to the floor beside the bed, then takes his member into her right hand, while cupping his balls with her left. Vincent's legs quiver at her touch. She continues to admire it for a moment as she moves her hand up and down his shaft then kisses the bright pink tip. His penis quivers again and Cheryl lets out a giggle.

Not wanting him to cum early she lays back down on the bed as Vincent slides his hands up her legs, over her thighs to her hips where he leans in and kisses her navel. Cheryl cries out with anticipation, Vincent feels her whole body shiver from his gentle grasp and he continues to kiss up her stomach and onto her chest. He grasps her shirt with his mouth and finger tips. The shirt is now just barely covering her nipples and Vincent looks to Cheryl's red, blushed face. Her eyes are squinted shut and her mouth tightly clenched as she tries desperately not to cry out from embarrassment. He smiles and lifts the shirt up over her breasts and gazes in awe at her B-cups and their tiny pink nipples.

Cheryl takes in a deep breath and mutters "Do you like them?"

Vincent laughs then moves in, brushing his nose against her left nipple. She cries out. He wraps his lips around it and massages the tip with his tongue. "I like them very much," He begins sucking on her soft nipple. Lifting his head back he tugs it slightly with his lips then moves to the right nipple to give it the same attention.

He lifts her up in his arms to slowly removes his shirt from her shoulders, and tosses it onto the floor to join his underwear. As she falls back to the bed her breasts bounce and Cheryl cradles her arms making them appear even bigger. Vincent then moves his hands back down her hips, thighs, to her knees where he slips his fingers between them and slowly motions for her to open up to him. As she does he slides his fingers along her inner thighs until reaching her v-line once again. He can now see all of her. Her soft vaginal lips, her light pink clitoris, and her opening that is dripping with moisture, that calls out to his member. With his penis pulsing Vincent aligns his hips against hers and looks down into her eyes. Cheryl slides her fingers up Vincent's back. His arms feel weak again as he holds himself over her,

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asks her in a serious yet desperate voice.

Cheryl leans up to kiss him once again, slightly nibbling on his lower lip, then wraps her arms around his, pulling him closer, "I'm sure."

Vincent gives her another vigorous kiss then takes his member into his hands and positions the head over Cheryl's clit. She cries out, face now even more blushed red. He moves the head up and down over her labia feeling its incredible warmth. Her clit becomes fuller and her legs open little by little exposing more of her vaginal opening. He then moves the head down over her entrance and massages it, allowing Cheryl to overcome her embarrassment, and relax herself enough to let him inside. He can see she has no hymen. Even though Cheryl is technically a virgin Samael was the one to break her. Vincent pauses for a moment feeling sad about that having happened to her.

Cheryl notices his pause and calls out to him, "Please Vincent, I want you. Please don't stop."

She wants so badly for him to hold nothing back. To know what it feels like to have an actual man's dick inside her. To feel the warmth of the man who loves her, rubbing in places never reached before.

Cheryl relaxes her body as Vincent continues to massage her opening. After a few moments of slipping the head in and out of her, she becomes moist enough for him to enter her with ease. Feeling her soft tightness surround his member, he is unable to bare the wait any longer. He positions himself closer to her and swiftly slips himself deep inside her pussy. She moans with pleasure. He has never heard a sound more beautiful. She is so wet, warm, and soft. He thinks to himself for a moment that her vagina is meant specifically for him. She is tight but not too tight. Her vaginal walls hug his cock so perfectly making him never want to pull back out.

With their bodies burning hot and their emotions even hotter, they can no longer find the line of who is pushing and who is pulling. Their hips move in unison as if they have no control over the pace or motion. Just pleasure, heat, and sweat, all mixing together as one. Vincent's package slaps against Cheryl's taint with each thrust. She reaches her hand around his butt cheeks and presses her middle finger against the center of his package causing him to twitch again.

She can feel it deep inside her.

"Oh, Vincent… your cock feels so amazing," she moans.

"So do you," he groans back, "Your pussy is magnificent. It's better than I ever dreamed it would be."

Vincent lifts himself up on his knees holding Cheryl's butt cheeks close. He looks down at her, her eyes are closed, and her mouth wide. With each thrust he watches her breasts bounce. Her lips hunger for another kiss. She licks her lips to keep them moist as their heavy breath fills the room. Vincent leans down to give her what she craves, slipping his tongue deep into her mouth. Cheryl begins to suck on it, feeling its stiff yet silky texture. Vincent lifts himself up again and moves his hands over her soft pink nipples, making them harden into little dots on her chest. He leans down to take the right one into his mouth as he continues to massage the left one between his fingers.

"Yes! Oh yes!" Cheryl moans, "Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"

She can feel his corona rubbing deep inside her, massaging her g spot over and over as the base pressed against her clitoris, and the shaft spreads her walls. Wanting to pleasure her even further Vincent quickens the pace. Faster and faster they thrust into one another and He feels Cheryl's already tight pussy start to hug his cock even tighter.

After a few more pumps she lets out a moan of ecstasy, "Fuck yes, Vincent! Harder! Harder!"

He feels himself beginning to ejaculate as the two of them climax and he slows his thrusts into ones much stronger and precise. Cheryl's moans soften as Vincent erupts deep inside her. Her walls pulse and her body becomes stiff. After a few more hard pumps, he stops thrusting, and rests his head upon her chest. She runs her fingers though his hair as they both fight to catch their breath.

Cheryl finally manages to speak, "Thank you."

Vincent picks up his head to look at her, "I love you, Cheryl. I have always loved you."

She giggles happily, "I know. I love you too."

"I mean it. Always. All through my childhood I was shown pictures of what our "Mother" looked like. Everyone always told me I was to love her, respect her, because she would be the one to save us all, to bring us to paradise."

Cheryl can feel Vincent's penis becoming erect once again. Still inside her it pushes open her vaginal walls and sneaks ever so slowly back up to her uterus.

"Before I meet you, I was like any other child who would have been told such things. I didn't understand who this "Mother" was, and I didn't care. But then the day came when they told me you would finally be taking your place beside us at the orphanage. That we would get to finally see you in person."

Vincent's hips moves ever so slowly, teasing her to make her crave him once again. She watches as Vincent's eyes become glazed over.

"Then I saw you. You were so beautiful with your long dark hair, your purple dress, and soft pink skin. I understood then that they were right, that not only did I have to love you. I wanted to." Vincent moves himself up to kiss her and a tear roles down his cheek. "As the years past and I began to understand more and more about who you were I continued to love you even more. I thought about telling you how I felt but I could never find it in my heart to disrespect you like that. I knew my place. It was at your feet not at your side. So I stayed quiet."

Vincent's cock still slips slowly all the way up to Cheryl's uterus then back down to where only his head is inside her, then back up again. She takes deep breaths to keep from moaning.

"As we became teenagers, I am sure you can imagine my feelings for you grew stronger still, but now in a different, more physical way. So now not only did I want to serve you, I wanted to please you as well, so one day I took a vow of celibacy. I swore to myself over and over that you were the only one I would ever give myself to."

Cheryl smiled continuing to move her fingers through Vincent's hair. She can feel his heart beating quickly as he speaks. His voice has become higher pitched and he finds it harder to say the words. Tears fall one by one from his eyes onto her chest. Her smile fades as she watches one of the strongest willed men in her life begin to weep in her arms.

Vincent clears his throat, "That was the same… same day, they told me about the fire."

As Vincent continues to weep Cheryl turns her body so that Vincent is lying beside her face to face. She takes his head into her hands and kisses the tears from his face.

"It's okay," She whispers. "I know exactly how you feel. Yesterday at the church, I touched your soul, and I felt everything you have ever felt. That's how you saved me, Vincent. If not for the love you had for me I would have never made it back from the rage."

Vincent can't find the strength to calm down. He squints his eyes shut trying to hold back the tears but fails. "I've lost count how many times I've gone to confession for wanting to kill myself. Thinking you were dead. I just wanted to be with you. I didn't care how. I just wanted to see your beautiful face once again." He reopens his eyes to look into hers. He smiles at the sight of emerald looking at him. "The only thing that kept me going was knowing I still had to please you. Even if I couldn't see you I had to stay true to my word so that when I saw you again in the afterlife you wouldn't be disappointed in me. That's why I built the church. I wanted a place where I could pray for you and so could others. Hoping my prayers would be able to reach you. It is my gift to you."

With Vincent still inside her, she turns him onto his back and rests herself on top of him. "Vincent, I am going to tell you this as The Mother, The Daughter, and as myself, I love you. You don't have to be afraid anymore. I am here to answer your prayers and I thank you. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for saving me and thank you for saving yourself."

She kisses him softly then moves her fingers down his chest. Balancing herself on top of him she positions her hips to take him in entirely once again. She rocks back and forth feeling his penis fully harden. Now being the one in control, Cheryl lifts her butt up high where only the head of his cock is inside her then she swiftly moves back down feeling the head of his cock slide up past her vaginal walls, g spot, then colliding with her uterus. She continues to do this repeatedly until Vincent lets out a loud moan as if he can bare the pleasure any longer.

"Cheryl, I fucking love you! I love you so much!" Vincent's chest expands as he holds his breath trying with all his might not to cum before she does.

"I love you too," she moans.

She lifts herself up once again and comes back down forcefully feeling his balls press against her butt cheeks. She leans down to rest her breast upon his. He digs his fingers into the soft skin of her buttocks as she wiggles her hips in a circular motion to feel every inch of him. His penis twitches and the head massages her sweet spot causing her to cry out in pleasure. The sound of her moans causes Vincent to be unable to hold back any longer and Cheryl can feel his penis quiver. She places his hands over her boobs and he massages them. She reaches behind her and begins rubbing his package. He ejaculates and fills her uterus with even more of his hot semen. She climaxes with him and holds her hips steady against his. As their bodies become relaxed she rests her head on his chest embracing him and they lie together for what seems like forever. Warm, happy, exhausted, they have so much time to make up for.