Wine Mixed With Blood

Chapter Eight : Is It Too Late?

Thump, thump, thump. Tifa's heart was racing so fast that she was going to collapse against Vincent's chest right along with him. She searched her mind for what to do. She couldn't leave Vincent lying against her like this, but he was far too heavy for her to carry. She sighed heavily and decided to give it a try anyways. She cautiously moved away under from him, and wrapped one warm around his waist and draped his arm around her shoulders. She limped with great effort towards the bed that was across from the piano.

'This must be his room…it's..beautiful. Just like in a classical painting..' Tifa thought to herself.

Panting heavily, she managed to haul Vincent on the bed and lay him there. She wearily put her hands on her legs, and tried to catch her breath. The thought that Vincent might awaken to try and kill her again never crossed her mind like it should. She looked at his serene face, and furrowed her brows. He looked so innocent and harmless, but a second ago he tried to kill her. What possesed him to do so? It was as if it wasn't him..no it wasn't him at all.

She was certain that when he had looked into her eyes, she had seen golden flecks in Vincent's perfect crimson eyes. It was mesmerizing yet at the same time, frightening. She reached a shaky hand out to brush a raven strand of hair from Vincent's eyes. His lips were parted slightly, and his breathing was a little uneven. She sighed, and rolled her eyes a little. Then a realization hit her like a lightening bolt.

…She was falling in love with Vincent.

Her eyes averted to his face once more. She didn't know anything about him, and that little incident had nearly caused her a heart attack. Just as if a tide had washed over her, images of cloud appeared inside her head once again. She felt a sudden twitch of pain inside her heart, and she winced, letting a few teardrops escape from her eyes.

She wanted some sleep, and her legs were aching as well as her head. But she couldn't leave Vincent alone like this. She let her head droop onto the side of the bed, and closed her eyelids. It only took a few seconds before she dozed off.

Vincent stirred softly in his sleep, and his hand traveled the sheets until it had landed on something silky and soft. Tifa. His eyes flew wide open, and glanced down at the sleeping form next to him. He quickly removed his hand from her head, and gazed at her with confusion. What just happened? Images of the incident replayed over inside his head like a projector screen flashing a thousand images. He groaned inwardly, and put a hand to his forehead.

How was he going to explain this to Tifa? No this would have no solution. She would have to leave right away with no questions asked. His eyes darted to Tifa again, and he found that she was sound asleep. He put a hand on her shoulder gently and shook her. No avail. He shook her again. Nothing. He sighed in annoyance, and layed back down. The demon inside him had gone away for the moment, and he felt pure bliss. He felt so serene, and carefree. He stopped his thoughts, and wondered if Tifa had anything to do with this momentary happiness.

He opened his eyes and looked down upon the sleeping beauty by his side. He slowly turned his head to the attention of his hourglass. It was already noon. Soon the demon will have to stir again. He felt the sheets rustle softly beside him; he whirled hastily to the sleeping form beside him and flinched away.

"Vi..Vincent.." Tifa murmured.

Vincent narrowed his eyes to the girl. She wasn't waking up, but…she was uttering his name. Why would his name be a memory on her tongue? He felt his heart pound inside his chest, and his thoughts drifted to the incident again. His eyes widened. Have I hurt her…?!!! His mind raced, and he felt hungry. He hadn't gotten his meal last night, and it had taken a lot of strength to repress Chaos. His thoughts were interrupted when he realized a pair of scared crimson eyes starring straight into his.

"Vincent….." Tifa uttered softly, backing away.

She's frightened of me.

"I..I'm sorry…I.." Tifa started to say, but Vincent sighed and shook his head.

"You must leave at once." Vincent said emotionlessly.

"….."

"Tifa. You must leave. NOW." Vincent repeated again.

His eyes followed Tifa's eyes's path. It trailed upon his arm. Chaos was emerging again. Tifa's eyes widened in horror and fled from the room. Vincent grasped his arm in sudden pain, and screamed out, "RUN!". He closed his eyes for a brief moment, letting Chaos take over his whole entire being and soon , he too fled from the room. After Tifa.

He was hungry, and he was desperate.

Soon he caught up to the brown-haired beauty and pinned her down again. He snarled at her, and she cried out his name. Suddenly he looked at her with confusion, his animal-like eyes searching. Searching for a reason. What did this human-creature have that could possibly stir something deep inside of Vincent? When he was trapped inside Vincent's useless body he had felt something warm, and he was slowly eating him alive. This ..this girl was a threat to him. Suddenly he recoiled. A soft hand brushed against his cheek.

Their eyes met. Chaos knew that Vincent was fighting again. It was Vincent who was staring into her eyes.

Wine mixed with blood.

The melted into each other.

She was desperately trying to reach for him.

He was desperately trying to reach for her.

"Vincent…I don't know what's happening..but I know this isn't you..please…..please.." Tifa murmured through sobs.

Vincent's eyes narrowed to reveal a painful sorrow deep inside him. He couldn't be falling. He can't be drowning again. Lurcretia…flashes of white depicted in his mind, and he felt his body go numb. Chaos screamed inside him as he felt the burn of Tifa's warm touch. This was passion. This was desperate love. This was the need of two people for each other.

He could not win.

[ flashback ]

"You can not win, for you can never love again Vincent. You can never break my experiment." Hojo said with a malicious laugh.

[ end of flashback ]

[ flashback ]

"I don't love you Vincent. The child belongs to Hojo now." Lucretia said quietly, her eyes avoiding Vincent's.

[ end of flashback ]

[ image flash ]

"VINCENT!!!…." Tifa screamed

[ End of image flash ]

His eyes dilated and returned to normal size. He looked at the unconcious body in his arms, blood seeping from her neck. He whimpered in fear, and held her close.

It was all he could do for now. He felt her heartbeat slipping from her.

Did she have a chance…?

Another sin…another sin…

Chaos had dissolved inside of him and disppeared from reality, but it was too late.

Author's note : oHhh MAHN! Sorrie this took so long! Omg. ..i was on a writer's block. Flames are welcome..I deserve it =( hehe..Well my writer's block is over, and I'm baaaaak! I'm working on new stories too! So keep tabs on them!! MUAHZ!! Thanks for all those who read my story! Reviews are still welcomed and urged! PLEASE?! Lolz chapt 9 will be up soon! Sorry if it's so short!