"You alright, Valentine?" Sioux looked at him with worry.

"No." he hissed through gritted teeth as he rubbed his fingertips across his sore temples. "I know it sounds crazy, but I'm being haunted by some freaking ghost for the last year."

He snapped his eyes open to look the young girl insolently in the eye.

Sioux smirked dryly. "Not funny, Valentine."

"But It's no joke! His name is Raven and he keeps pestering me!"

He saw Sioux narrow her eyes at him. "Raven?"

"Yes."

Sioux pursed her lips, sighing, shaking her head and seeming quite resigned when she suddenly bit:

"RAVEN! What does he look like? !"

Shocked, Valentine did a step backwards. "Ehm… cold feline grey eyes, slit in pure venom. Silver, greased back hair. Dressed impressively in dark green robes, silver cuffs dazzling at his sleeve sides and a silver Venomous Snake Fang hanging off a simple black shoelace string tight around his neck."

"And his voice…?"

"Silky soft and dangerous."

He looked a Sioux's paled face for answers. "What's with the bastard?"

"It's him." Sioux managed to say.

"Him?"

She turned around on her heels to face Valentine.

"It's Vincent."

"You can drop fucking dead, for all I fucking care, you… you… FUCK!!"

Overusing a certain word, aren't we, my dear Valentine?

"Just fuck off!"

Who's the cutie you brought with you, my lil' closet fagot?
Sioux looked anxiously around in the darkish room. "What does he say, Valentine?"

"HE wants to know who you are."

She looked directly in the direction where Raven was, although she could not see him.

"My name is Sioux. And I think you know damn well who I am. Vincent."

She suddenly felt a blaze of coldness coming from the corner of the room.

And when she listened very carefully, she could hear a faint voice, screaming:

WHAT THE HELL DID YOU TELL HER, VALENTINE? !! HOW DOES SHE KNOW MY NAME? !!!