I'm severely sorry for the wait. If you're wondering what took me so long, look at my profile.
Now many questions you guys have may start to be revealed. You never know what might be coming, so assume nothing! I'm going to try something new. This time, I'm starting this story in Johnathon's point of view. Don't worry Johnathon haters. I'll switch to a couple other characters' POV later. I would of waited a little while longer to reveal more about Johnathon, but I thought this was a good time to do it. Wonder who will show up next? You have to read to find out.
Important Note: This chapter is where the plot finally picks up, but it may be strange to you guys, especially now. Please just bear with me. I hope everyone enjoys the story, despite my unusal new direction.
By the way, this chapter may contain mild spoilers for Abuse, TBTN's prequel.
That brat! That demonic brat! He thought he could sneak out on me last night, and get away with it. For that, he's going to pay for it. Just wait until he gets home. The pathetic police can't find a simple boy. It makes me feel sick that I support them financially. It's been a full night already. Who knows what happened to that demon since he wandered off. If it wasn't for my brother's love for him and if he wasn't the last of our kind, I would just let him die out in the street. How my brother can care about him is beyond me. I don't see what he sees in him. Just keeping the boy is endangering our lives.
The grandfather clock taunted me with it's clicks. Each click represented how long that monster's been gone. Every click slightly drilled in my brain. I already felt like crushing a few objects. All this waiting was becoming unbearable. Grimoire might call about him any minute.
"He'll turn up," Veronica assured. She took a seat beside me on the sofa. "Just try to not stress over it."
"Don't tell me what I can and can't do!" I barked at her. She's got a lot of nerve.
For a while, Veronica hesitated about saying another word. At the corner of my eye, her eyes reminded me of a helpless puppy. That woman is so weak. If she wasn't my sister, I'd beat some guts back into her.
"The reject is probably just at 'you know who's' house right now," Veronica went on.
This stirred a little anger in me. She thinks she can fool me with the cheap insults, the womanly slaps, and the cold shoulder she gives the boy. I can see through her charade. I already comprehended the truth ages ago. She cares about the boy at least a little. If she despised him as much as I do, she would of made stronger insults and inflicted more damage on him already. She could never hide the truth from me. She can keep calling the brat vulgar insults for all I care. I feel disgusted about both my siblings losing their sanity over him either way.
Just when I thought the grandfather clock and the boy was enough to drive me up a wall, Veronica continued to say some assuring words to me. They never reached my brain, though. I honestly can't bring myself to listen to her anymore. It's sad how she fell under the boy's spell. Grimoire is one thing since he was so young when that monster came into his life, but Veronica of all people!? The only thing helping my mood is knowing I still have my sanity.
Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock kept rapidly driving a nail in my skull. My temper slowly spiraled out of my control. It felt as though a barrier that stored my emotions was slowly cracking.
"...maybe he's just...then again..." When will that woman learn to be silent?
I can't take it anymore! It's all got to stop. "SILENCE!!!"
The room went silent. Time seemed to of freeze at my command. As I looked down at Veronica, I started to pity her. Her eyes were like a frightened mouse. She trembled like a wet kitten. I was now even standing for some reason. I guess my temper gotten the better of me. That woman is scared of me. I just know it. It's why she tries to get on my good side so much. I honestly didn't know rather to feel guilty for putting her under so much fear or to feel dominant for being so much in control. I guess it leaves me to feel a little of both. To prevent anymore confusing emotions to plague me, I collapsed back on the sofa to settle down. I crossed my arms, and forced my eyes to not even glimpse at her. I just don't have the heart to hurt her any further. Silence plagued me now. When will all the annoyance end? I tried to be patient with it all, but even I have limits.
"Leave," I whispered the command without making eye contact. I didn't want to risk shouting and being destructive.
"W-what?" I know she's gazing at me now. I can feel it. That adds to the list of plagues today.
I clenched my teeth in hope of soothing my anger. "I said leave. NOW!" My tone gotten sharper.
Footsteps immediately pounded the floor. It continued until it finally faded. That woman sure doesn't have as much courage as she used to. At least she won't be around for me to deliver the monster's punishment.
Sunlight beamed through the windows, giving the room a more radiant color. Birds sang a lovely tune, meaning it was going to be a lovely day. Sadly, my terrible mood is ruining everything. It's a shame all this came at the worst time. Now a perfect day is ruined because of my nephew. Ugh...did I just call him my nephew. Now I have another sick feeling in my stomach.
Patience is suppose to be a virtue. Waiting is suppose to be worth the effort. I'm not sure if this is all worth it. If only I can give the boy severe punishment like I used to. If only it was time for summer vacation. At least I don't have to worry about social worker..er...I mean that noisy woman interfering. On second thought, I shouldn't celebrate too soon. I have a feeling she'll be back. I know her well enough by now. Too well. The only way it could get any worse is if she actually showed up or if the boy had school today. At least it's Saturday, but it doesn't excuse his absence. This hard chair I'm sitting in isn't helping my mood any better.
I didn't know whether to leave the room or to keep waiting on him. I somehow know he's going to return on his own. He probably thinks I'd be in a better mood if he doesn't come back with a police officer. He is partly right if that is the case, but it only slightly gets me in a better mood.
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the door crack open. My heart pumped swiftly. More heat filled my body from anger. Sweat slightly formed on my forehead. Despite me being angry, I felt a tiny bit joyed. Now that he's back, I can finally relax. A smirked formed on my face as I stood up.
"I'm getting tired of you running off," I stated, narrowing my eyes at him.
He didn't look up at me. Instead, he gazed down at the floor. The nerve of him! He was always taught to make eye contact when someone is talking to him. How could he be so weak to look up at me? I taught him many years ago that it only brings more consequences.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" I sharply commanded.
Nearly at slow motion, he looked up at me. The sight was disgusting. His school cloths were ruffled and torn in many places. Many dirt spots were on his cloths. There were even some other vile grime on it that I don't think I want to identify. His hair was sticking out in various places. His shoes were filthy probably because he ran around so much. His eyes were droopy and showed a hint of him being ill. I could tell he must of had major trouble sleeping. He even seemed to of caught something. He nearly looked like a kid that lived on the streets. He makes me sick.
His appearance only stirred more angry in me. "Do you realize that I'm gonna hav'ta punish you now?"
No reply came. When will that boy learn to answer all my questions? "Did you hear me?" I repeated. Keeping my temper is becoming a major chore.
At a blink of an eye, the boy was already trooping around me. On instinct, I viciously snatched his collar. "Hey!" I yanked him in front of me, and kept my grip on it. "Did I give you permission to leave?"
Once again, he refused to make eye contact with me. My grip on his collar tightened as my control over my emotions started to fall apart. Intense heat appeared on various places of my body. A tangle formed in my chest. Dark thoughts tried to take control of my actions, but I forced them to stay in the back of my head.
After a long silence, he finally made eye contact with me.
"Bite me!" he snapped back. Before I could get enraged about his reply, something caught me off guard. His eyes...they were...so filled with hate and darkness. My blood ran cold at it. Why are those eyes plaguing me? Does this feeling mean anything? His cold glare reminded me of a demon. No...it can't me...the witch's eyes! He has her eyes! I got to destroy them now!
Without wasting a second, I slammed him on the marble floor. His scream immediately made my stomach turn. It felt like being stabbed by a dagger there, only worse in a way. His moaning was followed by a pleading look in his eyes as he glanced up at me. The feeling in my stomach grew worse. I forced my eyes the other way from him. At light speed, my thoughts became mixed to the point where I had no clue what to do next. For some time, I stood there with various emotions. Anger and pain remained dominant. Another scream startled me from my thoughts. That's when I saw that my foot was suddenly on his head, forcing his face down the floor. I may never know how my body can have a mind of its own.
The sight was pitiful. A little of blood was already spreading across the marble floor. The emotional dagger in my stomach twisted to the point where it became unbearable. I'm way out of practice with keeping him in line. I hate the boy so much. Innocence and manipulation is a genius combination. I bet it's how he tricked himself into Grimoire and the rest of my family's hearts. And after we vowed to never...time to lead the boy into his real punishment. I removed my foot off of his head, so he could follow my next order.
"Go to your room. I'm not in the mood to deal with you. Besides, I have something awaiting you upstairs. NOW go!"
Right when I said the last sentence, he took off flying up the stairs. This made me smirk. I felt victory for teaching the boy a lesson. I wonder if it's even possible to put him in line. It's just like taming a vicious demon. It's nearly pointless, but breaking the demon inside of him is worth a try. I didn't get to celebrate the victory for too long. A knot tightened in my chest. Ever since he was left with me, it's been the same. I'd keep reminding him over and over to obey and behave.
Even the smallest deed he does can lead to bigger and darker ones. The brat often tries to weasel it all out by using innocence to plague me, but I'm not fooled. I still keep delivering the punishment. After I'm finished, the brat somehow tortures me both mentally and emotionally. I could never figure out how he already damages me this way after I'm done with him. No matter what I do to him, I always lose in the end somehow.
He's a heartless monster with no soul, and that will never change. But...he's still a master of suffering. What are these feelings he always plagues me with? I can't just let him go around taking advantage of people. Then again, I have to worry about him sending pain to me. What am I thinking!? I'm stronger than that. I must be way out of practice. I can't do any severe punishment right now. It's too risky.
It took me ages to develop a shell around my heart. After one punishment after another, I learned to completely guard my emotions. Now that it's been nearly a year since I delivered any good punishment to him, my emotion's barrier is starting to disappear quickly. If this keeps up, I may be back to where I started.
If only I could relax, but I have a feeling something worse is going to happen. Please let me be wrong. Just this once.
Vincent's POV
As I stood in front of my bedroom door, my stomach did somersaults. I don't think it's the alcohol or the drugs that's causing it. I had a bad feeling about going inside my room. Something didn't seem right. I hope my senses are wrong about what lies inside. With a trembling hands, I somehow managed to open the door. At first I only cracked the door open to peak through. My heart dropped at who I spotted. Andrew...and he's sitting on my bed. I know he sees me. His gaze focused on my hungrily. I honestly didn't know rather to tremble or roll my eyes. He tortures me every night anyway. How's this going to punish me? There wasn't any point in keeping the door cracked anymore. He already sees me. Without much thought, I swiftly pushed the door open, letting it bounce against my wall. A magnet seemed to pull my eyes to my feet.
"Guess what, Vincy..." Andrew quizzed. His tone seemed to be odd in a way. He must be hiding something, but what?
Once again, I didn't see any point in answering. A knot already tightened in my throat anyway. Suddenly, I felt hands grab my arms tightly. My heart nearly halted at the touches. Chills went down my spine. Slowly, I turned my head over my shoulder. My heart dropped at the maximum at what I saw...them...Matthew, Earl, and Julius. The horrifying sight was probably enough to make me die right there.
"We got some new playmates today." Right when I looked ahead of me, I saw Andrew was already standing a few feet from me.
Another knot formed in my stomach. Chills leapt to various parts of my body. Before I could really react to everything, I found myself being dragged to my bed. On instinct, my feet already started dragging across the floor, trying to struggle to delay what was going next. Panic caused my mind to race in countless directions until all thoughts were scrambled, putting me in a more vulnerable position. Slowly and dreadfully, my legs started to wobble like jello. Breathing swiftly turned from a simple task to a struggle. It is as if my emotions' were trying to shut down my lungs, killing me to prevent anymore pain. A sharp pain stabbed me through the chest, as if the aim to the most fragile area was perfectly planned. The men soon through me down on my bed and started to tie me up (I have no idea where the rope came from). Lying there in agony, I struggled with two different thoughts; fight back and escape or lie there and prevent any more trouble. I decided not to fight back. After all, I am outnumbered and I still have to worry about Johnathon.
Oh, you must be wondering who those men are, right? To make a long story short, I'll make it all simple. They're Andrew's friends. They work with him in a few businesses. Back when Andrew started living with us, they visited us every month and stayed for at least a week. They would all gang up on me and...sexually abuse me...a lot...and I'd rather not go too far in details. Let's just say it wasn't pleasant and leave it to that. The worst so far was when they stayed for six months, only six months before Andrew stopped living with us. You must be surprised about finding out about them all of the sudden, right? Thought so. Somethings are better forgotten. Some memories are better locked away.
My hearts kept pumping more and more rapidly until I felt it was going to go flying out of my chest. Things only got worse when my hands were tied to my bed's headboard. Immediately, my thoughts tried to race somewhere else, trying to block what was going to happen next. A rough gulp went down my throat. My head throbbed as my thoughts wandered in different directions, probably from trying to hard to help me escape. Piercing laughter is all I heard before my emotions became some unbearable that my thoughts became completely unstable.
Luesa's POV
I hate myself so much right now. I really do. I left Vincent alone for too long. Who knows what could of happened to him by now. Way to go, Luesa. It's one thing to leave him alone with that monster for a while, but now you leave when your identity is revealed? How stupid can I get!? There's no point in whining. I'm here now. This time, I'm facing that bastard. There's no point in hiding. It's stupid that my plan isn't well thought out, but I can't afford any more hesitation. I'm not scared of Johnathon. I have...other things to worry about.
After taking a few deep breaths, I quickly knocked on the door. Within a minute, someone answered. Wow, that was fast. Great, it's only a butler. Now someone else will know I'm here.
"G'day ma'am, may I help you?" I'll admit. The guy is quite a gentlemen.
"Can I come in? I...need to speak to Johnathon in private...alone. I'm...the social worker that comes here a lot remember?"
Just the mention of the words, social worker, was enough to make him immediately sidestep out of my way. "This way!" Some anxiety filled his voice.
Did Johnathon tell him...no...he wouldn't...would he? Ugh, get a grip, girl. March in and do what you came for!
With my head held high, I treaded inside. I bet Johnathon is in the library. I just know it. Let's see if I'm right.
I carefully cracked the library door open and saw him. Johnny, you're so predictable. I pushed the door open roughly, getting Mr. Valentine's attention. I mean Johnathon. It disgusts me to talk about him so formally, especially now. He never moved a muscle, just kept glaring at me. He must of expected me.
"I knew you'd be back." I was right. Ten points for me. Johnathon slightly snorted before lifting himself off the wooden chair, the one he had in front of a desk. That coward only treaded toward me until he was over five feet from me. "I heard the abuse case got closed back in the social group or something. That's sad for you. Either way, you lost."
This stirred more anger than me. I didn't come here to be bad mouthed by that man. I came with more serious matters.
"You haven't won just yet." Anger nearly caused me to shout it. Luckily, I have major control over my emotions. "You still can get arrested or the law can have Vincent taken away whether I'm still in charge of the case or not."
"It's a shame that our first meeting after all these years has to be like this...Emarine."
"Don't EVER call me that." I didn't even realize I raised my voice until it echoed across the empty room. This caused me to pause for a while before I continued. "Especially now. Where's Vincent? What did you do to him now?"
Johnathon chuckled at my demand, still slightly glaring at me. "Not that it's any of your business or that you should care, he just came back a couple hours ago. He ran away last night and has been punished. Don't worry. I didn't and haven't been beating him. Now you should go before you do something you're gonna to regret."
The nerve of that man! Has he forgotten who he's dealing with? What he said about Vincent still has me worried now, though. "You have no place to command me. Besides, I have every right to worry."
"All because Vincent was partly born from your carelessness? I don't think so. He's no longer you problem, at least not directly. Any guilt you feel about the whole mess still doesn't give you the right to care." By the time he finished, he started to circle around me like a famished tiger. Every step slowly made me my instincts more sharp. Curse that man for toying with my emotions. My heart ached at what he said. Even though I know the past can't be changed, it still hurts to think about it. "He's our property and there's nothing you can do about it." Now I'm angry. FIREY MAD!
I summoned fire through my hand to create a fire ball. Great heat burned my entire body until I was literally shaking mad. Within a second, I harshly casted the balled-up flame at him, sending it flying at high speed. The instant the fire was about to hit him, he barely managed to dive out of the way, letting the fiery sphere hit the wall. A dark burn mark quickly formed where it hit. Slowly, Johnathon climbed to his feet. That man has to be way out of practice to be so sloppy with evading. His smirk partly surprised me. Hey, wait a minute! Did I just use my...
Johnathon let out a cruel laugh, as if my recent "gift" was to entertain him. "You haven't changed one bit, old friend, except for your appearance. By the way, I thought you liked your hair short, not long enough to go down your back."
I called off what was left of my fiery power by letting it fade away quickly. After taking a deep breath to calm down, I got into my usual battle stance, legs bent and hands situated in front of me. "Things change."
Johnathon returned my battle stance with his own, which is similar to mine. "I don't get why you care about him so much. It's not like he's your kid."
"Doesn't matter. No matter who or what he is, I won't stand by any longer and let you harm him." I let my eyes slightly narrow to prepare for any sudden attacks he may try on me.
"Then we have a challenge." A roar escaped him as he tossed a lightning bolt at me.
All I had to do was swiftly side step, and let the attack hit the wall instead. Who is he kidding? Now it's my turn. I swiped the closest bookcase, then tossed it with only a small amount of my strength (I got to watch how hard I throw it right now). The shelf went flying as planned, dropping many books in the process. To counter my attack, Johnathon sliced the bookcase with his sword. At least I know still remembers how to summon his weapon.
"You didn't think I would let you come without being prepared, did'cha?" Johnathon taunted me as he lowered his sword.
His question nearly brought a grin on my face. His sword isn't enough to defeat me. "You've completely lost it, haven't you?"
"And it's coming from a woman who suddenly marches in here without a warning without much common sense? Are you really serious about all this?" I got to admit. He has me on the marching in part.
I cautiously trooped closer to him, watching for more attacks. "If I was truly serious, you would of been dead over ten times already. I can't do many of my attacks in here without either causing attention or bringing this entire building down."
"Why you little..." Johnathon didn't bother to finish before he sent another object at me. A desk soared at me at high speed.
I spun out of the object's way and let it hit the wall like I did with the lightning bolt, giving myself something to laugh at. "What's wrong, Johnny? You gettin' too old to fight me?"
Obviously, I'm getting to him. His face turned red with a great glare to go with it. I didn't know rather to worry or laugh at how short of a fuse he still has. To get revenge for my comment about his age, he slammed his fist into the floor, sending a huge a section of it at me like a wave. I high jumped to the top of a random book case, dodging the attack, knees bending as I landed. Instead of a weak lightning bolt, a great thunderbolt came towards me. Jumping off the bookcase and out of the thunder's way, I did a couple speedy flips before I stretched my leg in front of me, creating a kick. Before I could check for sure if I hit my target, my leg plunged into the floor. Huge chunks of the marble floor scattered in several directions. Johnathon stood a few feet from me with his sword out in front of him, ready to shield against anymore of my attacks. The guy's not bad at dodging as I thought. Charging towards me, he swinged his sword. I curved back in time to watch the sword slice the air above me.
Using the bending to my own advantage, I somersaulted backward to give myself distance between us.
"Why don't you summon your weapon?" Johnathon demanded in between one of his pants. I must be right. He is getting too old for this. Maybe he's just out of pratice. "Are you mocking me?"
I didn't bother to answer. Why should I? How many times must I say that I can't use my powers here? Cerberus is too dangerous for me to use at the moment. Besides, I don't really need it right now. This is getting out of hand. No more playing nice. I should at least warn him before I do anything else a little more drastic.
"You better surrender before I have to get more rough on you. Believe me, you'd be better off to give up." I know it sounds arrogant, but I speak the truth. After all, it's more honorable to warn him.
Johnathon's expression didn't change. All he did was stay in his stance, ready for me to strike. "You don't know when to give up, do you?"
I really should be asking him the same thing. "Okay, you asked for it." I did a flash step, a attack where I dash at high speed, to get behind Johnathon.
Twirling in my directions, he tried to slice me once more, only this time he summoned fire out of it is strike. At that instant, I summoned my force shield to cut off his fiery strike. The flames immediately died and quickly turned into smoke. As soon as my force field disappeared, I charged at him. The blade never even touched me as I evaded countless attempted cuts. I never broke a sweat. Unlike him, I'm not out of practice. I'm just way too use to this kind of thing. Finally, I gave him a great punch in the chest, sending him flying. I leapt at him to release my own series of blows. In mid-air, drawing back my wrist and finger as spread out as possible, I released the "tiger blow" across his face. Right when he flinched, I slammed my fist down on his chest again. The marble floor wasn't too kind to him as he brutally landed on it. He slid across the floor and out of the library until his head hit the balcony's railing.
Ouch. He's going to feel that for a while.
I didn't have to worry about him getting up right away, so I took my time with treading towards. For a short moment, I stared down at him to see how much fight he still had back in him. He still has a lot, but I did do major damage on him. I'm tired of games. I'm ending it now.
I stretched my arm in front of me to form a hand sign. Once again, I spreaded out my fingers as far as possible, only this time I'm doing a different attack. I built up energy through my arm to form my next attack. The golden colored energy spiraled around in front of my palm until it formed into a sphere. It still continued to rotate rapidly. As soon as I gathered enough of energy, I slammed my palm into the ground, leaving a lot of cracks in the stone balcony. In seconds, huge pieces of the stone floor rose up beneath Johnathon. Acting like hands, the pieces absorbed his arms, causing him to be bound into the floor. His legs were my attacks next victim as they plunged into the floor. Johnathon staggered with all his strength, trying to escape my stone trap.
I don't know why, but I stood there watching him struggle for a short while. Strange, I know. Maybe I was amused. Maybe I was secretly worried about him escaping. I don't really know. I suppose I'm weird that way. It didn't take him long to get tired of struggling. A spiteful glare was thrown as he glanced up at me.
"Try getting out of that!" I spun on one heel, and started to head out of the balcony and into the library.
Johnathon shouted a few things at me, but I didn't really hear them. I think he said something like, "I'm going to kill you" or "Get back here coward!" It doesn't matter. Now to find Vincent and...do I hear footsteps behind me?
I didn't have to even glance over my shoulder. After all, the footsteps patterns makes it too oblivious.
"You can't get rid of me that easily," Johnathon informed, panting.
"I'll admit. I'm impressed you got out so easily, but it doesn't mean you stand a chance."
"I'd watch it if I were you. You know using your powers in the human world is forbidden. You're breaking the code."
"Screw the code!" This time I raised my voice. It took me several seconds before I realized I was facing him. Girl, pull yourself together. You're even starting to face him without thinking. Wait, did I just say...I shamed the code. It's too late to turn back from shaming it either. "It's only forbidden if anyone mortal catches me. You're not really mortal, so nothing's gonna happen."
Johnathon had his arms crossed with a content look on his face. I swear that man has a strange split personality. He sometimes calms down quickly when he really shouldn't. Some powdered stone dirtied up his cloths. A few tears were made in his cloths, probably from when I imprisoned him with the balcony's stone floor. "I'll only tell you one more time. Stay away from the boy. You know what can happen if he sees you doing anything 'strange.'"
"Like you're anymore human than me. He's gonna need to know the truth one way or another, especially since...
"I already heard. The...our enemy is back."
"How did you..."
"I have resources." Johnathon got closer towards me, arms crossed and pretty calmed down.
I mentally smacked myself. How can I talk to him like he was the same man years ago? I didn't come here to chat with him. Vincent is my main concern. "Look, I gotta take him to safety. She...they...'you know who' could find you guys at any time."
"If they haven't found him after all these years, I doubt they will find him now."
Just when I was calmed down, I'm back at being angry. I took a few steps toward Johnathon. Our eyes connected. Racing from anger, my heart beats nearly blocked out my hearing. On instinct, my hand formed into fists, squeezing until my muscles ached. My body vibrated and I like I was burning. I hate how he can't take my word for things. This isn't the time to play games. Burning, my eyes narrowed to the point where they couldn't go any further, causing my eyes to hurt.
"Look, they're not the only monster I have to worry about harming Vincent. You're a monster for torturing him, and don't deny it. Do you think I lost my ability to sense someone's pain so quickly? You know that all I have to do is read someone's eyes and body language to know something is wrong." Anger plagued me over and over until my emotions started to spiral a little out of my control. Within seconds, it got to the point where something inside of me burst out, causing me to raise my voice little by little. "There's no point in denying what you did. Do you think I'm that stupid? Do you think I would miss that kind of thing? LET ME TELL YOU!!! YOU'RE THE FOOLISH ONE!!! AND LISTEN HERE..."
Footsteps cut me off. For some weird reason, my anger was greatly reduced at that sound. Maybe pausing gave me a chance to settle down. It's probably Veronica or a servant. I shifted my gaze at the door for a moment, then returned back to Johnathon. No emotions shown on his face. He probably expects a servant or Veronica like me. After all, who else can it be? I decided to continue my conversation before I get off track. "When will you learn how bad the situation..."
"Emarine! I didn't expect you here!" The voice behind me was filled with excitement. That voice...
More footsteps followed behind me until familiar arms embraced around me. I'd recognize those arms. I slowly glanced up and saw...him.
"It's been so long. I thought we'd never see each other again." Grimoire.
Whew! I'm sorry for Vincent's lack of narrating, but this chapter is important. I'm also sorry about the action scene and chapter being cheap. I tried not to put too much in it because some attacks could of brought the building down in real life. I'm WAY out of practice. I'll be back on track after a few more chapters. Please review. I REALLY need to know what everyone thinks because this new plot twist is worrying me.
Jenova's Fifth, I'm sorry it took so long for Grimoire to finally show up. I've been dying for him to show up since I first created the fanfic, but it took me a LOT longer than I thought.