Interview With a Vampire
Disclaimer: Once AGAIN, These characters arn't mine and they belong to Square...Be Warned that Lucrecia is now married to Vincent Valentine, therefore many people might flame on me for doing so (wah! Wah! U_P) please don't!
Additional Notes: I also hope you enjoy the story, it's the second story i made in story format, lol, I need feedback!!!
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Sonatas Via Piano
A soft, harmonic ballad was drifting from the ballroom of the Shinra Mansion when Lucrecia came in to hear a bit with her silk hair tied back in a bun and her cooking mittins ontop her warm hands. Vincent still played, but with a slight stiffness in his hands since she entered. Lucrecia kept a vigilant eye on his hand's movements to the slow and raspy tempo. A dark cloud drifted amid the kitchen before Lucrecia howled wildly about her burnt bunt cakes. Vincent shrugged and began playing again, he played more and more furiously as the notes began getting more and more packed together and more and more complicated, he was drowning in the music. The notes swam about the house, divouring the darkness that were the corners that had not been lit by lack of sufficient lighting. His hands were possessed when the top of the black grand piano popped open with such an apruptness that Vincent Valentine stopped to look at his hands, now bloody as they were, he felt nothing. He felt nothing to the extent that he went on with his day as normally as any man, I would say.
It wasn't until late at night when he acutally felt his curiosity beginning to flow unlike anything he felt before. The emotions dragged him downstairs to his piano. The top was detached from the rest of the body and a shiny orb shone inside, though not materia, he still dared to venture inside the little hole via his hand. His hand was shortly encompassed by the strange darkness inside. He pulled out a small jade carving. The carving resembles something of a Buddha with its like shape and roundness, although the whittler was definitely not an expert in his work. After Vincent took a fair look at it, the object shook and rattled violently. The Buddha figure fell out of his hands and fell to the ground shattering into pieces. Where the pieces remained, so did another figure, some kind of apparition, a demon. The demon made Lucrecia jump in her bed, she woke, and found that Vincent was missing. Lucrecia stepped down the left stairway, since they had two, and jumped from behind the wall in a fighting stance.
"Vincent! What is it!" She asked as the thing wiggled and writhed against the ground.
"Lucrecia, go, leave here...!" The monster slapped Lucrecia with its illuminous tentacle, she fell to her feet.
As the monster drew each breath, he breathed out more toxic gas. He blew the gas over the woman's head with fury and she wriggled in her unconsciousness and stopped after a while of the usual pattern the demon executed. Vincent pulled out his quicksilver and shot 2 rounds into the creatures face until it transformed into its true state of being, a tiny octopus. Vincent dropped the gun and sat next to Lucrecia's side and muttered things of importance that both their values accepted. Lucrecia coughed and out came a putrid green cloud and she was gone.
Vincent saw Dr.Odine at the hospital in Esther for her current condition, he was quiet throughout the whole diagnoses. He was quiet for most of his life until his soul, what was left, deteriorated to nothingness. His apathy towards demons, monsters...and humans took its toll when she died. He became quite bitter for a man like himself, he shot at anyone who dared enter his property and stand face-to-face with him. Many a man tried to console him, but it was no good, he would scream and yell at them from their positions and he would just walk away. His life was scarred and burnt like the sweet bunt cakes his late wife used to make fo him. The tangy aroma from the kitchen with her homemade vanilla she used with them always made him happy. He went to check the stove, nothing was in it. He went to his bed every night, no one was there. He waited at the table every day when the time came she got home from the labs, nobody entered through the cathedral doors. He was alone. He was alone even when he traveled and ventured with Cloud and his friends, he only felt alive...with her. She was gone.
His daily solitary confinement made him crazy, people would say in town. Tifa had long since moved to Cloud's shack in Mideel to stay with him in holy matrimony, thus she was not there for Vincent. She was gone as well.
Vincent played the piano out of tune for months and months as he would mutter to himself "Life doesn't tune itself, why should pianos". He was going crazy, but one thing kept him sane...He wouldn't end up like Sephiroth in the libraries, searching his past in the archives of books and legendary lore contained therein. He brokedown the chemistry set in the basement and returned to his coffin where he would be able to think, or so he thought, not to be disturbed again. He slept and slept, waiting for something to happen. He was too damn tired to go out and reach his dreams, they were out of reach. He was too damn lazy to get out of the coffin, there was no coffin, just his mind. It was too late for vincent, we was now inside of himself, a coma.
Two days after his coma, a villiageer woke him of his coffin-like aptitude and took him to the nearest hospital in Mideel. The ride was bumpy and rocky, but Vincent somehow held on. They reached Mideel in time for the doctors and nurses to hook some life support machinery to his body. The nurse would prop him up against his pillow daily just to recieve a deep gaze that penetrated the soul. Eerie as his stare was, the doctors kept him in there for well over 3 months, even Cloud and Tifa came to see their old pal. Tifa would often lay on the bed with her head on Vincent's lap sobbing and crying saying, "You'll wake up, you're strong" and, "I know you can, please hang on Vince..." None of the techniques the doctors told her to do worked except for yelling at him from out of the blue, he would flinch a bit, then close his eyes slowly only to open them again. Everyone wondered what he was thinking about. Tifa had some experience with getting into people's heads since he got into Cloud's only about 3 years ago when he too was in a terrible coma. This was a bit different as Tifa didn't have a way to get inside Vincent's head, and quite frankly, didn't want to.
It was all up to Vincent now to try and awaken from this nightmare he was having. Although some would say his life was a nightmare already before he met Lucrecia and while she resented him, he still had a saneness to him. Years passed even, the Shinra Mansion was sold to Elena whom all the Nibelheim residents all remember as the lackeys of the late Shin-RA empire. She fixed it up fairly well with the exception of the piano, she got rid of that along with all other morbid possessions (i.e. the coffin, the library, etc.). Elena lived a normal life and even the residents of the villiage began to haggle and bargain with her for food and accessories of the miscellaneous sort.
It was December 27th 4 years after his coma that Vincent would wake up, but how he did was even more disturbing and terrifying. He would live a normal life...as a human....
***Whatdoya think??? I LOVE it! It is sooo sad! What happened to him and the fate he now shares! i need feedback, please tell me any constructive criticism you all share!***