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Chapter Three - Midnight Stranger
I do not own FF7. Thank you.
Kohaku Frost
This is an alternate universe fic featuring Vincent Valentine as a wandering vampire and Aeris Gainsborough as the girl who saves his soul.
Thanks to all my reviewers!! You are my life, I love you all!! You keep me going. I consider y'all my friends. I have also decided to dedicate this fic to all my online friends. If ya know anyone named Amby-chan, this fic is for you.
It's taken much too long
To get it right
Would it be so wrong
To maybe find someone
A miracle
And all you really need
Is everything you could never be
And so you'd give it all
For a miracle
Is there a trace
Inside her face
Of a lonely miracle
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle
You never really know
What it is
Not until it goes
And if it comes again
It's a miracle
But what you miss is love
In everything below and up above
And could she bring it all
A miracle
Is there a trace
Inside her face
Of a lonely miracle
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle
All you wanted was a (miracle)
All you needed was a miracle
A miracle
All you wanted was a (miracle)
All you needed was a miracle
A miracle
It's taken so long to get it right
Could it be so wrong
To maybe find someone
A miracle
Is there a trace
Inside her face
Of a lonely miracle
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle
"Miracle" Vertical Horizon
Aeris slept fitfully, tossing and turning, feeling Cloud's touch over and over again. Her heart hurt so badly, her tears soaked the pillow, and her dreams haunted the moments she was awake. She dreamed that it was her wedding, and she saw Cloud standing at the altar, dressed in the tuxedo he had chosen, his hair tamed, the only time she had ever seen him that way. He had been the only man to make butterflies flutter in her chest. The most handsome man she had ever seen, he had stolen her heart during her quest to fulfill her destiny, and had helped resurrect her when Sephiroth had murdered her. She had given him her love, heart and soul, and he had left her for a girl who didn't want him.
Aeris forced herself to wakefulness. She couldn't sleep here. This bed held too many memories, too many early morning promises. Too much Cloud. She sat up and turned her slim body so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. She wanted to talk to Tifa so badly, but the beautiful florist had had a rough day, and Aeris simply didn't believe in burdening others with her own pain. Where could she go to sleep? Which room held the least bit of Cloud, the room he had never liked?
Yes, thought Aeris wearily, her studio/library, where she had done all of her painting, writing, and daydreaming. Cloud had dismissed her studio as a waste of space, space that could have been better used to house his hobbies, like his cars and his pool tables.... It was the only place Cloud had avoided. It was now the only place where Aeris would be able to find peace. Her studio had never been off limits to anyone, but Cloud had made Aeris' entire body of friends feel like it was. Tifa and Yuffie had loved the studio, and memories of them filled every square inch. Tifa's children had finger painted in there last week. It seemed almost as if their laughter still echoed off the walls.
The twenty-eight year old Aeris left her bed and made her exhausted bare feet walk to the double doors of the master bedroom. She opened the doors and stepped out into the hallway, giving in to a secret indulgence. As she walked she enjoyed the thick, soft carpet she had insisted on having in all the hallways. It was a rich, deep crimson and she had loved it on sight. Although, she noted wryly, it clashed horribly with her green nightgown. Aeris chuckled at her thoughts; she had always been sort of whimsical, highly prone to daydreaming to escape the misery of her childhood. She had wanted to forget so much of her childhood, but her time spent joined with the Lifestream in the embrace of death had given back all her memories, good and bad. That time had also allowed her to understand so much more about her Cetra heritage, the powers she had tried to eliminate, had tried to hide. Now, she was a master of her body and mind, completely in control of all her gifts, and she had friends who loved her.
Her life, it seemed, had truly begun with her death.
Aeris turned her steps to the farthest wing of the house. She would be able to sleep now. As she walked, she felt liked she was being watched. Instantly the alarm bells in her mind started going off.
~Danger danger~ they screamed in her mind. Aeris stumbled slightly, whirling around to face whatever evil it was that had crept into her home during her fitful sleep. She saw nothing with her eyes, but her Cetra second sight could see clearly.
There was a man in her home, and he was not human.
* * *
Vincent had been so close, so very close when the girl Aeris had wakened. He had seen her dreams, watched the emotions of her soul, and had realized that he was hunting the one being with the power to destroy him. A Cetra. One of the mystic race thought to have died out long ago, believed dead and gone, having given up the world to humans.
Vincent had leaped back, hoping the girl's senses would not pick up his energy so soon. He breathed a soft sigh of relief when she didn't see him. He glared inwardly at his reaction. He was more than strong enough to defeat her easily, but he hesitated. Why? The Cetra were the sworn enemies of the Vampires. The Cetra had fought to protect the newborn humans, even though those same humans had fouled the sacred world of the Cetra. This girl was a pure Cetra. She had lost her humanity in the fires of death, and she had emerged pure.
He followed her silently as she walked across the room. She was thinking about children and paint, messy newspaper and childish scrawls in more colors than a rainbow. She was thinking of her carpet now, and how she thought it made her ugly...? Vincent could not understand her thoughts. They didn't make any logical sense. And she was not ugly, not by a long shot. She was....
"Beautiful."
Vincent realized his mistake the instant he said the word. He saw her shoulders stiffen, but she turned to him ready to attack whatever threat there was. He saw those amazing green eyes glow with her power as she locked her gaze on him. She knew he wasn't human.
Vincent held perfectly still, so as not too frighten her more. He wanted this one to live. But if she attacked, he would have no choice. Or would he?
End Chapter Three - Midnight Stranger
This Chapter is especially dedicated to Tifa412, Gregorian, Flip_Nutz and Tasuke. Special thanks to Fierce_deity_warrior, *butterfly*, and all my reviewers.
R&R!!!!
Chapter Three - Midnight Stranger
I do not own FF7. Thank you.
Kohaku Frost
This is an alternate universe fic featuring Vincent Valentine as a wandering vampire and Aeris Gainsborough as the girl who saves his soul.
Thanks to all my reviewers!! You are my life, I love you all!! You keep me going. I consider y'all my friends. I have also decided to dedicate this fic to all my online friends. If ya know anyone named Amby-chan, this fic is for you.
It's taken much too long
To get it right
Would it be so wrong
To maybe find someone
A miracle
And all you really need
Is everything you could never be
And so you'd give it all
For a miracle
Is there a trace
Inside her face
Of a lonely miracle
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle
You never really know
What it is
Not until it goes
And if it comes again
It's a miracle
But what you miss is love
In everything below and up above
And could she bring it all
A miracle
Is there a trace
Inside her face
Of a lonely miracle
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle
All you wanted was a (miracle)
All you needed was a miracle
A miracle
All you wanted was a (miracle)
All you needed was a miracle
A miracle
It's taken so long to get it right
Could it be so wrong
To maybe find someone
A miracle
Is there a trace
Inside her face
Of a lonely miracle
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle
"Miracle" Vertical Horizon
Aeris slept fitfully, tossing and turning, feeling Cloud's touch over and over again. Her heart hurt so badly, her tears soaked the pillow, and her dreams haunted the moments she was awake. She dreamed that it was her wedding, and she saw Cloud standing at the altar, dressed in the tuxedo he had chosen, his hair tamed, the only time she had ever seen him that way. He had been the only man to make butterflies flutter in her chest. The most handsome man she had ever seen, he had stolen her heart during her quest to fulfill her destiny, and had helped resurrect her when Sephiroth had murdered her. She had given him her love, heart and soul, and he had left her for a girl who didn't want him.
Aeris forced herself to wakefulness. She couldn't sleep here. This bed held too many memories, too many early morning promises. Too much Cloud. She sat up and turned her slim body so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. She wanted to talk to Tifa so badly, but the beautiful florist had had a rough day, and Aeris simply didn't believe in burdening others with her own pain. Where could she go to sleep? Which room held the least bit of Cloud, the room he had never liked?
Yes, thought Aeris wearily, her studio/library, where she had done all of her painting, writing, and daydreaming. Cloud had dismissed her studio as a waste of space, space that could have been better used to house his hobbies, like his cars and his pool tables.... It was the only place Cloud had avoided. It was now the only place where Aeris would be able to find peace. Her studio had never been off limits to anyone, but Cloud had made Aeris' entire body of friends feel like it was. Tifa and Yuffie had loved the studio, and memories of them filled every square inch. Tifa's children had finger painted in there last week. It seemed almost as if their laughter still echoed off the walls.
The twenty-eight year old Aeris left her bed and made her exhausted bare feet walk to the double doors of the master bedroom. She opened the doors and stepped out into the hallway, giving in to a secret indulgence. As she walked she enjoyed the thick, soft carpet she had insisted on having in all the hallways. It was a rich, deep crimson and she had loved it on sight. Although, she noted wryly, it clashed horribly with her green nightgown. Aeris chuckled at her thoughts; she had always been sort of whimsical, highly prone to daydreaming to escape the misery of her childhood. She had wanted to forget so much of her childhood, but her time spent joined with the Lifestream in the embrace of death had given back all her memories, good and bad. That time had also allowed her to understand so much more about her Cetra heritage, the powers she had tried to eliminate, had tried to hide. Now, she was a master of her body and mind, completely in control of all her gifts, and she had friends who loved her.
Her life, it seemed, had truly begun with her death.
Aeris turned her steps to the farthest wing of the house. She would be able to sleep now. As she walked, she felt liked she was being watched. Instantly the alarm bells in her mind started going off.
~Danger danger~ they screamed in her mind. Aeris stumbled slightly, whirling around to face whatever evil it was that had crept into her home during her fitful sleep. She saw nothing with her eyes, but her Cetra second sight could see clearly.
There was a man in her home, and he was not human.
* * *
Vincent had been so close, so very close when the girl Aeris had wakened. He had seen her dreams, watched the emotions of her soul, and had realized that he was hunting the one being with the power to destroy him. A Cetra. One of the mystic race thought to have died out long ago, believed dead and gone, having given up the world to humans.
Vincent had leaped back, hoping the girl's senses would not pick up his energy so soon. He breathed a soft sigh of relief when she didn't see him. He glared inwardly at his reaction. He was more than strong enough to defeat her easily, but he hesitated. Why? The Cetra were the sworn enemies of the Vampires. The Cetra had fought to protect the newborn humans, even though those same humans had fouled the sacred world of the Cetra. This girl was a pure Cetra. She had lost her humanity in the fires of death, and she had emerged pure.
He followed her silently as she walked across the room. She was thinking about children and paint, messy newspaper and childish scrawls in more colors than a rainbow. She was thinking of her carpet now, and how she thought it made her ugly...? Vincent could not understand her thoughts. They didn't make any logical sense. And she was not ugly, not by a long shot. She was....
"Beautiful."
Vincent realized his mistake the instant he said the word. He saw her shoulders stiffen, but she turned to him ready to attack whatever threat there was. He saw those amazing green eyes glow with her power as she locked her gaze on him. She knew he wasn't human.
Vincent held perfectly still, so as not too frighten her more. He wanted this one to live. But if she attacked, he would have no choice. Or would he?
End Chapter Three - Midnight Stranger
This Chapter is especially dedicated to Tifa412, Gregorian, Flip_Nutz and Tasuke. Special thanks to Fierce_deity_warrior, *butterfly*, and all my reviewers.
R&R!!!!