She wasn't there. He had searched the entire town. She was gone.
She couldn't possibly… have been attacked… by that creature, could she?
Where could she be? Was it his fault? Should he have kept her by his side?
But she was an adult. She could look after herself. She wouldn't like him babying her.
Because of him not paying attention, though, she could be dead. Like that little girl. Her beautiful body lying on the ground, motionless, as blood seeped slowly from the wounds…
No. She couldn't be dead. Tifa was tougher then that.
But maybe the monster had attacked her before he had got to it? Left her body somewhere, where he hadn't been? Like in the swamp near the cave?
Holy Ifrit, if that had happened, then the Midgar Zolom would have made short work of her body.
No. He had to stop thinking like this. She was alive. She had to be.
His footsteps echoed on the ground as he ran, pounding, as he sprinted to the Midgar area. She had to be there.
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I take him back to our house. After muttering something about Chaos, he lost consciousness again. Luckily for me, he isn't very heavy. So, for now, he is back in the spare bedroom with me examining the wounds. They were deep, no doubt about it. I decide that it would be best for Vincent to wake up again naturally, rather then being woken up by me casting Life 2 on him. After bandaging his wounds and shamelessly staring at him for a few minutes, I leave the room. He will be okay, I know it.
Some people say that Vincent's a monster. A 'thing'. They would have told me to let him die. But I could never do that. Because, to me, I feel that it was never Vincent's fault for what happened to him in Nibelheim so many years ago. Who would have thought that such a quiet town could hold such shocking stories? Even Sephiroth at Mount Nibel…
But even still. If Vincent had willingly jumped onto the laboratory table and exclaimed 'Turn me into a monster!' then I would be a little doubtful about helping him now. But he didn't. He's just like the rest of us, albeit with less tendency to talk and more tendency to be labelled a vampire then the rest of us. So I'm just doing what I would do to anybody else.
Sorry about the extremely short length of this chapter… once again, any page problems we can thank Microsoft word 97 for, yes, this is an OLD version of Word which is why the page sometimes stuffs up. Anyway, until next time, enjoy!
