I've been lying in this coffin for so long now…I can barely remember where or why I got here. My story…it was once secret, but now no longer. I am the supposed vampire that sleeps in a coffin, gets out with Cloud and his friends, and then saves the world. Lovely little life? I'd love to differ with you. Vincent Valentine isn't perfect. How many people in your area can look around and then turn into a flesh-eating monster? Nor do I change at will into these beings that possess me. Chaos, Hellmask, Galian Beast, Death Gigas, can emerge from my skin whenever they feel the need for blood in their teeth…

No one wants to see the undead hero. No one wants to write stories with no happy beginning, middle, or end.

But someone has to live them.

I suppose that lucky person's me.

I started my life on the streets with gangs surrounding me and gunfire lulling me to sleep. The middle of my life was spent with the woman I loved the most. Is that a happy ending? Not when she is simply being used as the host of a jaded scientist's evil scheme to make a superhuman…and she dies from it. Then, I suppose, this will probably be the end of my life. I will sit here, doing what that same jaded scientist - curse Hojo into the flames of the darkest ring of Hell – told me to. I lie, "atoning" for my sins. When the sin of Lucrecia is Hojo's own, I see not the reason…but I suppose I have committed enough sins in the dark of an alleyway to be in need of atonement.

It is sad…that I see no future beyond the dark violet walls of this box, my eternal home. My eternal home…it almost seems as if being in the box will kill me. I cannot see how I could ever die…the cells of the demons and other abnormalities floating in my blood have surely given me equally abnormal longevity, if not immortality…

In my dreams…I can see Lucrecia opening the lid to this coffin. She does not see my eyes. She does not see my claw. She cannot see any deformity I have and she simply reopens her loving embrace to me… the embrace that, when we met, she could never grant me…

However, I would gladly accept anyone opening this coffin and seeing the monster inside. I would gladly take the chance to fly free and wreak revenge on the professor bastard that locked me in here in the first place. I keep hoping – hoping against hope – but I suppose my dreams are in vain. The key to this room is guarded well – almost too well – and the only person in my knowledge that could defeat the monster guarding the key is myself…but in this coffin, even I cannot beat it.

I hear a click, the door? Footsteps. Suddenly the room is thrown into view with a glaring shock of light. A young man with bright yellow spiked hair looks down at me. Perhaps the impossible has become possible. Perhaps the monster will be given his chance.

Not much, but I like it……review please…?!?!?! (A/N after editing- CURSE HOJO AND YOUR FRIED CLAM STRIPS TOO!) *sorry, that's my dad's influence*

-Skie Valent