Wine Mixed With Blood

Chapter One : Thoughts of a Demon

Four years have passed since he had anyone in his company. Four years have passed since he helped a few young warriors kill his own son and save the world. The sky was of an orange-red, much lighter than the color of eyes, the darkness of his soul. The smell of a metallic liquid could be smelled in the still air. Vincent gazed at his dead victim. It was a middle-aged woman who wasn't even worthy of living in this world. But then again, neither was he. He could still hear her screams in his ears, her desperate cries for help, her tortured call, and most importantly the excitement he felt when he felt her beating pulse.

He had never meant to hurt anyone, never meant to kill aynone. Every single night when the pale moon arose he would be thirsty again. Oh, so thirsty that he couldn't contain his desire, and his inner demon would overtake his body and soul. He felt it's desire, pleasure, and malicious glee with each of it's every victim. He wasn't a vampire, oh no. He was much more than that, he was a demon living in sin. His thin lips curled to a smirk, a trickle of blood gently cascaded down his pale skin. His eyes were like his victim's blood, crimson and tempting. He sat in the middle of the field, the moon already high in the sky. He had his morsel for the night, and for now he was satisfied.

He had stayed away from any human contact because they would most likely end up his victim anyhow. He gazed at the moon for what seemed like an eternity, and his thoughts were as dark as the night had become. The demon inside him would sleep soon, and he would too. Tire and weary would soon collaspe upon him, and he would drift in yet another painful dream of memory. Lucretia..he thought bitterly. It's funny how bitterness could mix with sweetness so easily. He had no desire to have relationships with humans anyhow. They were all too talkative, and careless. They are much better when their hearts were beating in his very palm. He smirked once again at his thoughts.

He had become much more cold in the past four years. He didn't remember the last time he had actually smiled sincerely for anyone. He couldn't remember when he felt warmth of another being. He couldn't remember anything besides his own sins and desires. He had never chose to be this way. He felt guilt and utter despair once the demon inside him rested, and felt the pain for the ones he had previously killed…not even remembering who they were. He seldom wanted to remember. He hated to admit it, but his only comfort was when the demon took over his mind, body, and soul. It was then that he forgot all pain, and only felt desire and pleasure.

He made his way to his victim, and looked at her with pity. She was a lowly prostitute, and it was just too bad that tonight she had tried to tempt him. Her fake blonde hair was rumpled with dirt now, and her makeup was a mess. She wasn't much of a fight for him, for he was much too strong. He stroked her cheek lovingly, remembering that she had filled his hunger. Another sin he would have to live with the rest of his life he thought. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, and let the guilt wash over him like a tidal wave. It bathed him in pain and loneliness. He looked at the moon and shuddered. It was that very moon that made his hunger go wild, and that very moon that brought bittersweet dreams to him as it went down.

Tired of life..

Tired of fate..

He re-opened them and shuddered once again with pain. This was unexplainable to him. After he had fed on his victims, and enjoyed devouring their life blood, he would be overwhelmed with sudden pain. Perhaps it was guilt, or perhaps the demon inside him wanted him to taste his victim's pain as he fed on them. The demon lived inside his very soul; it lived inside the dark and sinful soul of Vincent Valentine, former turk….former human.

Vincent closed his eyes again tightly, and arched his back, straining his neck to the moon. He made a cry of self-hate and sorrow. The wind blew fiercely as if it knew…as if it knew that there was a malicious being in it's world. As if it knew that inside Vincent Valentine lived an evil creature, created by an evil human…Hojo.

End of Chapter One.

[ author's note : Hi! I'm sorry this one is kind of short, Chapter Two will most likely be much longer. This is one fic I'm definitely going to finish. I hope you like this one, and please review! I want to see if you all think I should write more or not! I'm still working on Never Shed A Tear, but this one is my main story for now. Thanks for reading! Bye! ]

note - SquareSoft characters are not mine, and the story of FFVII is not mine either. Don't sue me, because I don't even have a penny to spare. Lol, buhbai.