Sorry! I know this has taken me forever to update! Once again I'm going to blame the huge amount of stories I have on the go! That and the Uni work. Anyways, here's another update!

Dedicated to everyone who's reviewed and asked me when the hell I'm next gonna update!

"Sorry, Stace." Vince said, getting up.

"Vince, where…?"

"I need to go after him. Howard! Howard, wait!"

Howard ducked down a small side street, hoping Vince wouldn't notice.

He did.

"Howard?"

He sighed. "What?"

"Look, about what I said…"

"Leave it Vince." Howard said tensely. "Please."

"I don't…I just…ever since we…whatever that was the other night you've been weird with me."

"We don't need to bring that up. We've avoided that perfectly well the past few days, so just leave it."

"But why not? It happened, you know it happened. And, what, you expect me to forget it?"

"Yes!" Howard looked at him. "Vince, you don't know how you used to be! But I do, and I know you wouldn't want to do…that…with me if you were in your right mind!"

"But I think I would!"

Howard shook his head. "Trust me, Vince…"

"But it's like what you said!" Vince reached out and grabbed Howard's arm, "About the key aspects of Vince still being there! Still being me!"

"Vince…"

"Because I think this is one of them!" Vince insisted. "That first time I saw you, in the bar, I felt a connection with you! When I met you there for the second time, it was because I went back there to see if I could find you again!"

"We were friends…"

"But were we? Did I feel like that?" he looked at him. "Howard, you're the first guy I've…liked…since I first regained consciousness in the hospital five months ago. I…I feel safe with you! That has to mean something!"

"It means you're confused!" Howard insisted.

"I'm not!" Vince pulled Howard closer, until their faces were only centimetres apart. "I'm not." He breathed.

Howard could taste Vince's breath in his mouth. He swallowed, looking into the large blue eyes in front of him. This is wrong. Pull away; pull away now his brain screamed at him. But he didn't. Howard reached up a hand and ran a finger over Vince's cheek. The younger man's eyes flickered shut. "Vince, I…"

"Hello boys."

They jumped apart and spun round. When he saw who was standing near them, Howard reached out and subtly manoeuvred Vince so he was standing behind Howard. "What're you doing here?" he asked, a slight tremor in his voice.

"I came out for a spot of lunch!"

"In an alley? Where we happen to be?"

"Good fortune." He smiled.

"I thought you were in jail, Bainbridge."

He gave a rich laugh. "What, you afraid I broke out? No, they released me."

"Oh. Well, good for you."

"Yes, it is."

There was something in his eyes that Vince didn't like. Something…predatory.

"Who is he?" he whispered, poking Howard in the side.

"Dixon Bainbridge. He used to run the zoo back when we worked there."

"Oh. Hi."

"You don't remember me, do you?" Bainbridge asked softly.

"No. Sorry. I've got amnesia."

"Bad luck old boy!"

"Yeah, well…"

Bainbridge glanced at Howard. "So he hasn't told you anything?"

"About what?" Howard asked with a frown.

"Oh, nothing, nothing. I couldn't fail to notice he went missing last year, I just wondered if he remembered what happened."

"No, I don't." Vince said. He didn't like the way Bainbridge was looking at Howard.

"If you're sure…I should be going." Bainbridge announced. "Don't want to be late for luncheon!" He looked directly at Vince, "It's good to see you again, you…electro poof."

Electro poof.

Electro freak.

Vincey.

Goddamnit, you little bitch!

Vince strolled along the pavement, a smile on his face. The rain hadn't been that bad really, so his hair wasn't ruined; which was why he was no longer annoyed with Howard. Plus; it was impossible to stay angry after the genius things he'd bought in the Topshop sale. Vince was feeling especially pleased because he'd won a fight with some gothic teenager over a black jacket that was 70 percent off.

"Vince Noir!"

Vince froze. He recognised that voice. He turned slowly, and realised he was right. What was he doing there? "Umm…Hey, Mr Bainbridge."

"I thought it was you! How the hell are you?"

"I'm…I'm ok." He glanced nervously down the street. There was no-one around. "I…I thought you were, y'know, in jail."

Bainbridge laughed softly. "Oh, they let me out for good behaviour."

"Right. Good for you. Listen, I really need to get going or Howard'll be angry, so…"

"Leaving so soon? But we were having such a nice chat!"

Something in his tone made Vince's body surge with adrenaline; ready to run. "Maybe we can catch up some other time? What're you doing Thursday?" he said, nervously backing away.

Bainbridge smiled. "I might be busy Thursday. Maybe I'll give you a ring."

"Oh! Yeah, genius." Vince said, feeling stupid. Just because it was Bainbridge, didn't make him a psycho. Maybe he'd changed…

And then he felt a stinging pain in his neck and realised maybe he hadn't.

"Don't fight it, Vince." Bainbridge whispered softly in his ear. "It's a sedative."

"What…why…?"

"You ruined everything for me, Vince. I've had a long time to plan my revenge. And it is going to be sweet…"

And then Vince blacked out as the drug overtook his system, and knew no more.

Vince's eyes widened as he suddenly remembered all this. He let out a small whimper, gazing at Bainbridge in fear. Bainbridge looked up at the sound and locked eye contact.

Then he smiled. A slow, evil smile that chilled Vince to the bone. "So close." He whispered.

"What?" Howard asked, looking from Bainbridge to Vince and back again. "What's going on?"

"It's him Howard!" Vince choked out.

Howard frowned. "What's him?"

"The person who took me. Who held me captive." Vince gazed once more in terror at the figure of Bainbridge. "It was him."

I've sort of written some of the next chapter, but I think it might be getting a little too disturbing so I'll probably tone it down.

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