Author's Note: I am still on vacation! So, more chapters for you!

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The first thing the brown-haired man could see while waking up was the bright morning light streaming through the bedroom windows. Maybe that was the reason why he was suffering from a massive headache. He blinked his eyes a couple times to awaken his senses from the dainty sleep. Once he came to his full senses, the petite man noticed that he was in an unusual location.

I must have blacked out again. I don't remember ever visiting this place before, he thought as he scanned the room to see if he could recognize where he was, Who has brought me here and why?

He began to slowly sit up in the lush king-sized bed he was placed in. His whole body ached all over as his headache seemed to get worse with every effect of trying to move his body upwards. The man with the buzz cut hairstyle ignored the fact that he was totally fatigued as he shook his head several times to remove the feeling.

When the man was done, he took another view of the grand room around him. The room was filled with a considerable amount of richness and elegance with brilliant magnony wood floor and lush Persian carpets laid on top. He noticed that the walls were adorned with a fascinating shade of garnet as various pieces of art from what seemed to be high-classed artists hung on them.

The man darted his eyes back to the bed he was sleeping in. He felt he had a pretty damn good sleep as he thought that the linens were the softest thing he ever touched. He also noticed the blanket was enormous with silk woven on the outside and bird feathers, as it felt like, was stuffed inside. Turning slightly around to the feel the constancy of the pillows, the broad shoulders guy noticed that the pillows had their own personalities; some were firm as a rock and others were soft like a mountain of dove feathers.

He must be in heaven! The man never experienced something so grand before since... since... Ah, he couldn't remember the last time he had something this warm and comfortable to sleep in. As far back as he can recall, the only "bed" he ever slept on was a mat with a straw pillow and a flimsy blanket when he was in the laboratory or just sleeping on the cold, hard pavement for the other times. The thought of the past made the man truly content; he was living life as a king. He displayed a huge grin from ear to ear at that gracious thought.

As he continued to think about his surroundings, a knock at the big double doors to the right of the bed interrupted the figure's happy thoughts.

Oh crap, does someone want to come in, he panicked at he pushed the huge blanket off of him to see what he was wearing. However, he had no time to decide if he was decent or not as the doors opened to reveal a gorgeous woman pushing a golden cart filled with delicious morning treats.

He stared at this supposed goddess wheeling the breakfast cart in and closing the door behind her. The woman had long and flowing, semi-curly hair that cascaded down like a fiery river past her shoulders and stopped at the middle of her back. Her face had milky white skin, akin to pure snow, that had a few small freckles on her nose and cheeks. Those specks didn't hinder her beauty but brought it out more. Her emerald green eyes pierced through her milky complexity like a searchlight on a long winter night. The rest of her was quite ethereal as her small body was draped with an awe-inspiring, rich black floor-length dress that must be designed by a well-known designer like Vera Wong or Michael Kors.

She stopped the cart just inches from the side of the bed where he slept on and looked into his eyes. She was amused by how dumbstruck he looked as he was continuing to gaze with his mouth slightly opened.

"Good morning to you too," she giggled slightly with a voice that sounded so sweet and melodious to his ears, "I see that you had a good night sleep?"

She lifted one of her eyebrows up to tell him how stupid he looked as he was awestruck at the sight of her. She placed her hands on his to let him know that food was here. This woman was hoping that this guy could speak about something much more than his sleep last night.

He awoke from the trance once he noticed that her silky, tapestry fingers were on his. Embarrassed, the man cleared his throat to clear the air of awkwardness that hung around them.

"I did. Thank you. I felt like a king," he answered as he stared at the frosty pastries on the tray that tempted his hunger. "However, how did I get here? I don't remember ever coming here last night. What happened?"

The redhead beauty sighed at the questions he was asking; this is going to be a long discussion that she wondered and agonized at the same moment. Her green eyes pierced into his chocolate ones as she softly started to suggest a compromise to his demand, "How about we talk about what happened at the small table over there. I promise I can tell you everything. And, I have questions for you too, if you don't mind telling me, um... What is your name?"

"I don't really know. People whom I met recently have called me Vincent. I am starting to wonder if that is my real name..." the man trailed off as he wondered once more about his name. As he was pondering at that thought, the beautiful woman pushed the golden cart a little towards the bottom edge of the bed as she bent down to his eye level. She placed a delicate hand on the right side of his face as she elegantly spoke, "It seems you are in a struggle to find your personal identity that was lost to you. Don't think about it too much, it will come to you when it wants to. My name is Tori, by the way. Since I have to refer to you as a name for the time we are going to be together, is it ok to call you Vincent?" The man simply nodded back, silently agreeing to the request. "Great," she responded as she pointed to the desired meeting point in a not-so-distant corner of the room. "Let me push this cart to the small dining table over there. Don't worry about setting things out, I take care it. Hopefully, you have enough energy to make it to the table." She swept her eyes over his body to check his status before she stood up and pushed the cart to the table.

Although he was very weak, his hunger out won his fatigue as he tumbled out of bed. The lean built man walked gingerly to the table as Tori was starting to dish out some pastries, eggs, bacon, and other delectables on a gorgeous china plate. She noticed his presence and gestured to sit down at the side with the plate full of food. He sat down in a reasonable pace and said his thanks to the beautiful woman as he reached out for the silverware to start eating the food. The woman did the same.

"You are probably wondering what happened to you and why you ended up here. Before I tell you, I want to know that you can trust me. I am not an agent of Muirfield or any government or science agency that wants to capture you for their own good."

That comment made Vincent stop in tracks. He slammed the fork down instantly. "How do you know about Muirfield?" the man annoyingly asked as he started with a heavy presentence of anger at the woman across from him, expecting an answer right away.

Tori ignored the man's anger as she finished chewing a bite of a toasted bagel filled with cream cheese. The redhead closed her eyes and daintily wiped the crumbs on a cloth napkin. She placed the napkin down on her lap and opened her eyes once more to look at the man.

"You see Vincent, you and I are alike. I know who you are and what your capabilities are because I saw your other form last night.

You are wondering how you got here. Let me tell you how I found you. I have the ability to sense someone far away with their scent and breathing. I have been tracking you through your unique smell and how your heart beats even faster when you transformed into a beast. I noticed you a couple of days ago when you were in the process of killing that jogger. At that moment, I decided that I should follow you from afar to see how things would pan out for you. And, it wasn't hard. Once I get a whiff of your scent, my senses are always locked on it. As you know.

I know a lot about you, Vincent Keller. A young doctor-to-be that was rocked by the horrible tragedies of your two brothers. You enlisted in the army a little after their deaths to bring honor to them. Once you arrived at a camp base in Afghanistan, you were selected from a secret ops program funded a joint agreement between the Department of Defense and Muirfield. However, the program was unsuccessful as the cross-species DNA they injected you with proved to be more deadly than it was intended to be. Instead of finding a cure for it, the program managers decided to kill off those who were involved with the project. They managed to kill off most, except the ones who escaped and hide."

"Ones like you."

Author's Note: Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I know there was a lot of Tori and Vincent in this chapter but wouldn't be the main couple of this story, don't worry. I am not much of a Tori fan but every story needs an anti-hero, right? Especially one who is so perfect and gorgeous as Tori. Besides, I tried to paint Vincent having this puppy-love crush on Tori that will be pivotal in later chapters. :) This story is Vincent and Catherine, based on pairing filter, and I wouldn't lie to my beloved readers.