Author's Note: Hey guys! Here is the chapter that you all been waiting. The legendary reunion between two main character of this series. Although, I did throw a monkey wrench into the situation. :P

Read on and please review! What do you think of the bittersweet reunion?

Night fell around the city as a dark curtain of velvet black covered the New York sky with a half moon and stars littering all over it. The view was breathtaking to some, especially for the brown-haired man who was looking at it. Sitting in an alleyway, the figure was pondering about how eventful his day was. It started off with him waking up in a park with no knowledge of how he got there and how he got blood on his hands. Then, he encountered a beautiful yet tall detective named Tess Vargas and later her boyfriend whom claimed to know him. Confused, this handsome stranger escaped from the pair as he couldn't completely trust anyone yet.

The meeting with Tess and her boyfriend opened a floodwall of memories as they spoke about their long lost friend.

Maybe I am this "Vincent Keller" person that they have been looking for, he pondered as he looked up at the half moon shining brightly against the night sky.

The scientist in the laboratory would always mention the words "he", "the beast", "the experiment", or "the test subject" when referring to him. It was when he heard the name "Vincent Keller" from Agent McCleary that he started to wonder about his real identity. Maybe he could research a little bit more, but how? He was currently homeless with no access to the internet, a phone, or any databases that could find information. Maybe he should try one of the libraries nearby tomorrow, if he could find one.

He shrugged off the idea of finding his identity as his stomach began to growl wildly.

When was the last time he had something to eat?

It felt like forever.

The dark brown-haired man didn't possess any money as the lab didn't supply him often with such necessities. He also didn't really have anyone to depend on and give him food. The man didn't remember who was his family and friends were before and haven't made any since his escape. He should of given into Tess' sincerity and gratitude by asking for a quick meal when he was at the chubby scientist's apartment.

Oh well, time for Plan B. Where in the hell could you find free food in this city?

That's right! There was a quiet, little park nearby that had a decent-sized lake. It wasn't populated with people at this hour. He could catch a couple of fish and make fresh drinking water by boiling the lake's water with a fire he could make. Somehow, these ideas came to mind as the man recalled from a distant memory that he had retained the knowledge and methods of survival somewhere. It was part of training for something. It was a struggle to clearly remember the details though.

He continued to walk down the sidewalk to the park. Suddenly, the man felt a sudden flare of pain rumble throughout his chest. The sensation didn't go away instantly. Instead, it grew and spread throughout his body as it started to reach the tips of his fingers, to the bottom of his feet, and finally to the very top of his head. As the neurons in his brain kept tell him that he was in extreme pain, the sensation left a numb feeling in his muscles. It caused him to lose his sense of balance, falling down to the ground.

What... is... happening...? Oh... no, it... can't be! he thought, lacing his arms around his inners as his form crumpled with each pulse of blazing pain. The man curled into a ball as he tried to hide the expression of pain on his scrunched up face.

At the same moment, a beautiful woman with straight dark brown hair and a petite figure came walking towards his direction. She wasn't paying attention at first to the scene that was unfolding near her as her eyes were glued to the tiny screen held in between her hands. It was when she reached a small crosswalk a few feet from the incident that the woman noticed something odd. She peeled her eyes off the screen and lifted her head to see if there were any cars coming. Looking first to the right then the left, she made one more check before looking straight ahead.

The instant when she saw the petite man crouching drown in agonizing pain, she placed her phone in one of her coat's pockets and ran to him. Once she reached him, she bent down to his eye level, trying to talk to him calmly.

"Hey, what is happening? Are you ok? Do you need any help? Can I call the ambulance for you?"

She continued to look at the man who was still holding his inners and continuing to convulse in pain. While she was asking him a series of questions, she reached into her pocket to get her phone ready to dial 911. The woman also continued to move closer to the helpless man but was careful not to touch him. She couldn't tell what was going on and debated if she wanted to physically assess the man infront of her too see what was wrong. Her face was etched with shock and awe as she tried to investigate mentally first.

The man still moaned in pain, only hearing bits and pieces of the woman's questions. He had very few chances to express what was going on. When he spoke, it was in either in between the painful moans and came up in broken pieces.

"Please... he...lp... me..." he groaned, "So...mmmmme... thiiii...ng iiiissss... chan...g...ing... in...ssssside..."

He slowly moved his head upwards in order to have his eyes meet hers so the woman next to him would notice his pleads.

The middle-aged woman observed that the man was trying to re-positioned himself and moved his head up. She moved back at once to a reasonable distance as she was able to see the man's face for the first time. Once she locked her beautiful green eyes on his, her face changed to express one feeling; pure shock. She gasped at what she saw and carelessly dropped the phone that she held in her grasp. Those hands instinctively came up and over her mouth as she could only say the one thing that suddenly popped in her mind.

"Vincent..."

The man heard that name escape from the beautiful woman's mouth who kneeling in front of him.

That name again! Even this stranger called him by that name. Maybe it was his name after all. But, he couldn't think straight to question if whether or not Vincent was really his name or not, His mind was still in a deep, mind-numbing sense of confusion.

However, in some way, this same woman stirred a memory that was hidden deeply in the back of his mind when she gasped that foreign name.

As he was groaning and gasping for air, he whispered a long-forgotten name on his lips.

"Catherine..."

He looked at the woman who had a variety of emotions changing throughout her face. After the fact that she discovered that he might be Vincent, the expression of shock ebbed away and was replaced by ones of happiness and relieved. Catherine cupped her slender hands over her nose and mouth as she was starting to shed tears of joy. She couldn't believe, after the events she went through and the frantic searches she conducted, that he would finally appear in front of her. It was such a joy to be able to see the man she loves deeply after these long months.

Making eye contact with him.

Being near him.

Smelling his husky scent again.

Almost able to caress him once again.

This couldn't be a dream, right?

Sadly, the happiness didn't last long. Once her name escaped his lips, the man instantly lost conscious as he fainted on the cold, hard pavement below him.

"Vincent, no!" the woman softly yelped as she moved closer to her love to see if he was breathing.

Catherine couldn't lose him again!

She placed her hands along his lower neck, his wrists, and on his back to check on his vitals. However, she didn't get a chance to fully check his vital stats. The moment she placed her hands gingerly on his neck, the man whom she called Vincent started to stir violently. Catherine decided to play it safe and move back further to see what would this man do next.

The woman kept a close ear and eye on the man as he began to wake up. She could hear that the man's irregular breathing as it was mixed with heavy gasps and immature growling. The newly transformed man remained lying on the ground with his eyes shut, trying to flex his prolonged claws. Catherine saw that his appearance changed as well with gnarly claws coming out from his distorted, discolored fingers that had patches of what seemed to be fine strands of hair in various places. His face also displayed the same type of discoloration as it was also altered a bit, disfigured with non-natural colors, various enlarged blood veins spreading across the surface, and skin abnormalities starting to form. However, it wasn't until he opened his yellow eyes that she knew exactly what happened.

He had turned into a beast.

"Vincent, it's ok! I am here, your Catherine. You seemed to remember me," Catherine spoke with a calm and soothy rational as she approached the transformed man. She tried to put a hand on his broad shoulders to sooth him in hopes he could instantly de-transform.

In truth, the result was the complete opposite. As soon as Catherine stretched her hand outwards in his direction in hopes to steady him, Vincent started to abruptly stand up with his back facing Catherine as he was surveying the scenery around him. Then as the brunette placed her hand lightly on one of his shoulders, he turned around to face her in a blink of an eye and started to attack her. The man-beast didn't make eye contact with her as his claws swipe across the woman's abdomen hard, leaving a series of deep cuts that began to bleed out a dark liquid. He also struck her face with the same set of fierce claws, causing the same effects. The creature continued his attack by trying to thrust his claws into her chest to create the same kind of puncture wounds left on the dead jogger.

Suffering from the onset of severe pain, Catherine took notice at what was the beast's intentions at the last minute as she haphazardly placed her arms around her chest and twisted her body so the most vital regions of her body would be spared from the attack. However, it didn't completely defend her as the beast was able thrust his claws into the upper left side of her belly, just mere inches from her lungs.

Catherine fell down as her fresh wounds caused agonizing pain to throbbed throughout her body. Her breathing became shallow as she was losing lots of blood and possibly soon conscious. She saw that her beloved Vincent was moving closer to her as he licked his augmented incisors.

Catherine gasped in horror as she closed her eyes in fear.

What is he going to do? He can't be planning to seriously eat me? He never used his teeth to attack or even kill someone. Is he going to really kill me now"

She couldn't tell if he would really carry out his plans because as soon as she finished that last thought, she passed out on the cold, hard pavement.

As the creature took no notice that his prey was suddenly unconscious, he began to move closer and closer to the woman. He started to flex his claws and open his mouth to feast on Catherine. But, before he could start to touch her delicate flesh, he instantly growled boisterously and slowly passed out next to Catherine's body. A figure with a petite body, bright green eyes, and cascading red hair came up to the two bodies lying on the pavement. She placed the long-ranged tranquilizer gun back in her gun pouch that was placed close to her waist. The redhead then reached out for a walkie talkie as she pressed it against her mouth, verbalizing a command to someone on the other side.

"I got him. He was in the process of attacking another victim. I need all men to proceed with caution when picking him up and placing him in the van. Do you copy?"

She sighed deeply as she placed the walkie talkie near her left ear to see if anyone got her message.

It seemed like someone did as a big, white van sped up to the curb silently. It had the headlights turned off as it reached the location. As soon as the van stopped, several men in black armor jumped out from the back and raced towards the two bodies on the ground. The team of around eight people lifted the unconscious Vincent from the ground with no problems and carried him back to the van.

One of the men stuck around and reported back to the tall woman with the walkie talkie. "We did what you wanted, ma'am. Where do you want us to take him? How about the woman he attacked?"

She replied coolly as she looked at Catherine lying on the pavement. "I take care of the woman. Just have the team take the van back to the manor. Tell my dad what happened, he'll know what to do."

The armored man nodded and saluted back at her to confirmed his understanding of her orders. He raced back to the van as the woman reached out for an iPhone placed deeply in her coat's pocket and began to call 911.

"Hello, I would like to report an attack near the Hudson River."