As the days go by on Rook Island, the new Pirate Lord, Alice Montenegro was finding it hard to hold everything up. Now being in her second trimester of pregnancy and with Emil always on her back, concerns for her future and that of Rook became a nightmare that was coming to life. As the morning rose, so did Alice, Vaas had been well…He'd become more caring in a lot of ways, he'd found spending his lonesome time in the warehouse repairing things, painting, cleaning, heck he even cleaned out the back room and started to paint it in all sorts of colours saying that Montenegro Junior is going to be one heck of a lucky baby.
Everything felt surreal for Alice these days, which she once was ended up not being who she is now. Vaas, the first time seeing him was at that damn shoreline watching him load up crate of things, it was amusing as she giggled to herself recalling her memories. She'd been so captivated by him, the way his muscles flexed with each box, and yet he seemed so charming so…not Vaas, not a Pirate Lord. Yet once she was on Rook all of that changed. Sighing softly Alice got dressed, Vaas was of course already up too, he'd made it a routine thing to get up at the same time as Alice now and then spend most of his day doing god knows what else.
Emil on the other hand was becoming a pain in the butt, wasn't a single day that went by where he didn't call and hassle Alice to get this and that done, make sure the Rakyat are all over on the Northern Island, bring in these girls and those girls and do you have any hostages? Hoyt was never like this, Hoyt always depending upon Vaas to get the job done, and of course he would travel the world not sleeping where he shits, whereas Emil was proving to do just that, sleep and shit in the same place.
"Hey Mi Amor" Vaas cooed causing Alice to snap from her day dream of violent Rants. " You know you have like less than two months right to make sure your trails are covered. Then you have another three to like make sure that asshole doesn't notice….how the fuck are you going to do that?" Vaas questioned raising a particular problem.
Of course Alice had thought this over and over and over again to the point she was literally insane. Rolling her eyes she lazily hugged Vaas and pressed her head against him while her back arched and her feet where at least a fair distance from Vaas. It was one of those adorable and loveable hugs that made Vaas softly chuckle as Alice thought her words out carefully.
"I'll just have to tell him that things on the North are just too busy for me to go to him." Alice replied and then decided to straighten herself up.
"Yeah but what if he comes over here huh?" Vaas was just full of curious question, but this one made Alice laugh the most.
"What?" Vaas again probed at the subject unsure as to what had caused Alice to laugh.
"Emil would never come over to the North. It's like he's paranoid to even breathe the air those savages breath." Alice softly quietened her laughter and just embraced the moment.
Something about Alice's words caused Vaas to tense, she knew it was his past, the connection he had with Citra, the fact he had been pretty much enslaved by her. He'd never tell Alice what happened, no matter how much she questioned him he just wouldn't budge and maybe that was for the best. Looking up at Vaas, Alice met his green vibrant eyes, they were filled with a sorrowful look but Alice took that all away as she leaned up and kissed him. Their tongues entwined as Vaas moaned softly tightening his grip on her, one of his hands snaked around her waist while the other found its way towards her ass and groped tightly causing her to moan softly.
Just as the kiss became a little more heated and Vaas had shuffled back toward the edge of the bed, he pulled away putting both of his hands on her shoulders forcing Alice to stand straight, the action caught her off guard and had her stunned as Alice looked up at him somewhat confused. Apart of her brain told her to be angry, do what Yuma does and slam your fists into him till he learns his place, but this wasn't any slave. Vaas was coming back to life and each day Alice was finding it hard to dominate him, she was finding it hard to tell him exactly what to do, instead she left him to his own and didn't bother anymore.
"You know something Funny." Vaas began to his cheeky sort of tone. "We are like Husband and wife ya but the thing is my sweet Hermosa we never got fucking married." He smiled shaking his head and leaning down towards Alice.
For whatever reason it was Alice was caught up in this web, stunned, her mouth softly parted but she didn't have any words to say because it was true. Her intention was to take Vaas' last name because she assumed he was dead, but then she found him alive, Citra hinted towards it and Alice had never thought anymore of her last name. After all everyone just called her Alice or Ali for short, her last name had become somewhat of a blur between words, was she a Montenegro now. Seeing the reaction Alice had Vaas finally let out a laugh. This was him; this was the Pirate Lord she was looking for, all this time and he was starting to bloom back to his old self.
"No no Honey no need to panic. I love it actually but you know I like things with a big bang!" Vaas expressed widening his hands at the sound of his last words.
Even so Alice was still unable to say anything but Vaas didn't give her a chance as he forcefully kissed her, one she didn't mind as she kissed back just as harsh as she could but Vaas was stronger than her, he always had been it just took him all this time to start to wake up. His right hand cupped the back of her skull softly ruffling through her hair which sent a shiver up her spine and caused Alice to forget about kissing and moaning. Once more Vaas took this chance to pull away from their heated encounter and smile looking down at her, pleased to see her pleased.
"I've been thinking for some time now, you letting me out of here, let me have some fun, I can even set up a few party favours ya know, we'll get married, blow shit up, kill a shit tone of those assholes, chase some idiots through the jungle like a hunt and then for our Honey Moon you let me take over and you get some rest, but…you'll have to deal with Emil of course." Vaas seemed like he was joking at first but the more he went on the more serious it became.
Hilariously enough it was smart, let him take some control, take the pressure off Alice but let her deal with Emil, really all she had to do was go to the Southern Island every week or so and then after a while tell Emil that things were too busy over here. He'd probably just call, do some check-ups but nothing sus, he'd never find out about her being pregnant or anything about Vaas for that matter. It was perfect, so damn perfect that Alice wrapped her arms around the back of Vaas neck and kissed him before parting their lips only a few millimetres from one another.
"Then why don't we do just that Guapo." Alice smirked, her words more cocky than usual.
Their kiss resumed after Vaas having gotten that off his chest, their bodies crashed against the mattress as Alice was swept under him, gently but still Vaas' style of being ruthless. His kisses lined down her lips to her neck and then to her collarbone, softly between each kiss he'd nip her, sending these jolts of pleasure throughout her body, making her moan and her breath hitch while her back arches and her hands tighten around him with her nails softly scratching against his skin.
As their moans and gasps echo throughout the warehouse, there in their hearts was something strange, something so surreal to the both of them that neither one could explain it nor as they lay side by side with legs entwined and arms wrapped over one another, they couldn't help but drift into a sweet sleep.
~6 Years ago~
What he once was is not who he is now, as Vaas peered down at his hands, the screams of an innocent girl being raped by the side of a shanty echoing through his mind, the gruff sounds of his men calling out vulgar names and words drifted upon deaf ears. Today had been another victory as Vaas stood by the docking area of a newly reclaimed outpost. It was small but it would work well for his men, the men he now controlled, the ones he told what to do and how to do it. Vaas was a Pirate Lord now.
His Father always told him he was destined to rule but Vaas never imagined it like this as he looked up and out towards the dark sea. The sun was finally starting to set and despite the disturbing sounds coming from nearby Vaas simply pulled out a joint and lit it, taking a deep and long drag. Hoyt Volker had given Vaas so much, the drugs, the money, the putas, the slaves, anything and everything Vaas asked for he got, but only if he did as he was told. The Northern Island was his, his sister Citra had been forced to retreat into the heart of the jungle and Vaas knew she had gone to the temple. It was only a matter of time before she showed her ugly face with soft round cheeks and smooth silky skin.
It was hard not thinking about her, it was hard to ignore the fact that she had left a mark on him, the first time touching a woman, kissing a woman and it was her, something Vaas would never escape from, but the drugs helped. Hoyt Helped. However Vaas lost his track of thoughts when he heard footsteps approaching, it was one of the young recruits; he was wearing an oversized red shirt with sunglasses atop his roughly shaved head. He was no older than 13 years old, his eyes bloodshot and the smirk on his face said a lot as he was trying to fasten up his pants. Vaas didn't look at him, not long anyway, he wanted to return to his thoughts, he wanted to ignore the world and blow some shit up.
"Aye man you want a turn of the bitch?" the boy said, his voice was still high pitched and yet he'd just raped an innocent girl without a second thought.
Apart of Vaas felt sick as he shut his eyes tight, his emotions constricted as he bit down on the joint in his mouth and before anyone knew it Vaas had upholstered his pistol and shot the kid point blank right in the middle of his eyes. It was a quick death as Vaas stepped over the boy's body and rounded the corner before shooting the girl whose screams quickly ended. His men jumped back and where so fearful of what the heck just happened. Vaas didn't explain himself, he couldn't but he left without saying a word and instead of getting in the nearest car he decided to walk along and down by the beach, the only sound he could hear was that of the waves.
Once upon a time he was a warrior, he was kind and caring, all the women fell in love with him and his charms but tradition would not permit it until he was of age. The only woman that got close to him was his sister, her kind and caring touch when she would attend his wounds from fights or hunts always made his day so much better. He cared for those, the tribe, his people, former people. He loved them, the way they smiled and cheered his name, the partying, the fires and all the fun. Yet things became twisted and dark, his sister one day claimed a bunch of his friends had raped her, caught up with his emotions and the battered and bruised look on his sisters face Vaas left, he killed them, all of them with his bare hands.
She cared for him, she looked out for him and she taught him so much, of course Citra was always one for wondering the jungle, she learned a lot from the local witch doctor. It was by birth right that she was to become the next healer for their tribe, she was so smart and always caught up by these story dreams the elders told. Yet Vaas was destined to the next leader, a kind and caring boy but after that day, after killing his own friends, he changed. Maybe it was Citra or maybe it was his true self coming to life but Vaas couldn't stop the thoughts in his head, he would hunt animals and then people. Tourists and pirates would come to their island; it was like a game to the young man, killing them, chasing them through the thick jungle, smashing his bare hands into their skulls. Nobody cared; his tribe believed he was protecting them. Then one day their father died at the hands of these new men, they called themselves Privateers and ruled the Southern Island.
Most of the people in the tribe tried to come to the North but these men, they killed them, took away their humanity, gave them things called phones, technology. They drove these cars around, and had things that shot metal pellets at you that could go through the very bone. Things Vaas had never seen and upon hearing his Father's death he did not mourn. No Death was a part of life and Vaas accepted that, his curiosity however could have gotten him killed. One day Vaas was caught by a bunch of pirates, he'd slipped up his hunting game and became lazy. These foul men took him to someone on the Southern Island named Hoyt Volker. A Man they claimed to have powers, magic dust as the pirates taunted the boy.
When Vaas did meet Hoyt it was in this slum looking bar, the air had this strange smell to it and the drink that was given to Vaas made him feel so weird, like the world was spinning. Finally he was laughing and when Hoyt heard the young man's tale he offered him something, knowledge of these things they called drugs, vehicles, tv, games, medicine, but most of all money. Money could give you whatever you want, and not just things on Rook but outside of it and the thought of listening to these international bands, watching people through this box thing called a tv, it was like a dream. With all these things Vaas could change his tribe for the better. After Hoyt offered him the job, Vaas returned back to his home with of course a six pack of booze. He stumbled but he managed, Hoyt gave him this green paper called Money, something metal that would buzz and Hoyts voice would come through to him, a mobile.
Vaas was so strung up by all this stuff it was like a fantasy, but most of all it would bring his tribe to life, his father died but who cares right? Upon the following day all those things Vaas had where gone and when he asked his sister she told him exactly that these where the items of the Ink Monster, that these foul creatures where doing his bidding and where drowning Vaas. Citra would never allow it, she cleaned him, she took care of him that very day as he was so hung over, his head hurt but she eased the pain. Why did she care so much for him and not for the things that could help their tribe? Over the course of time things started to make sense to him, or somewhat. When Vaas brought a shipload of booze to the nearest Village Citra flipped out, unable to accept it. Then she would hide in the temple saying it was her only home, the only place where such things that the Ink Monster had could not come.
Stopping in his tracks Vaas looked out at the now darkened sky, his mind was lost in his past as he sighed softly and ruffled his Mohawk. Who had he now become? What kind of man was he?
A/n: So the point of this chapter is to also show that yes Vaas is the same guy as who know in the game, his protective instincts only being reflected in his caring attitude towards Alice and their unborn child. However I also wanted to show that Vaas isn't like the pirates, he has more of a moral code that he seems to follow which others don't, even though he is cruel and sadistic there are something he will not allow himself to do or to take.
P.s The plot thickens with what will happen to Vaas, obviously he isn't going to remain in that warehouse. Not to mention five more chapters to go folks.