Not Your Average "Vinnie's A Vampire" Story
By: Yuffie Kisaragi2
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Dedicated to Aeris Loser
A/N: WOW! I LOVE YOU ALL SOOOOO MUCH FOR REVIEWING!!! I actually didn't expect so many people who liked it! Uhm, this chapter is a bit different from the others because- Actually, I will just let you read and see. Thanks to you all who reviewed, reviews are what make me go on...
Last time:Grey eyes flickered open. Something warm that smelled faintly of crushed and preserved rose petals was draped over her small frame. She looked around sleepily, then cursed rather loudly. "Vinnie! VINNIE!"Charlemagne and Victoria were both gone, as well as her comrade.
"I... can't believe that he... Left me..." Her heart ached terribly in her chest and tears stung her pretty eyes. "V-Vinnie... Please, let this be a dream. Just an Ifrit damned dream!"
Standing slowly, she picked the cloak up. The faint scent of crushed rose petals and... herbal tea? No... It was a scent that was only around when he was there. A smell she loved dearly. Whatever scent it was that mingled with the rose petals, she only had the luck-colored cloak to remember it.
Chapter Four: A Life That Never Should Have Been
A crimson and golden sunset reflected in grey eyes, devoid of emotion. She was tired, though not physically. Mentally, she begged the gods to let her suffering and endless pain cease. Let her life that should have never been so horrible become non-existant.
Long raven and sun-streaked hair fell to her bum. She had brushed it out straight so that it looked radiant. Her black half-top was similar to the one she had worn while still a teen, the only reminiscant of the girl she had been so long ago.
"Lady Yuffie? Is thou ready for thine departure?"
The Wutain princess started toward the door, but stopped as if she had forgotten something vitally important. She hurried to her closet and pulled out a long, dark red cloak. Without the aid of her servant, she hooked the over-sized cloak on herself. The scent of crushed and preserved rose petals and... Him... filled her nostrils, making her feel more secure. "Now, I'm ready," she whispered to herself.
With a nod, she hefted her knaki-colored backpack onto one shoulder and followed her servant out of the palace toward the many servants, her father, and a chocobo-drawn carriage. Lord Godo frowned at tyhe sight of his daughter with the crimson cloak on. It covered her mouth and was much too large on her, but he knew that she would refuse to leave without it.
You don't remember me
But I remember you
No matter how many times the servants had washed the luck-colored cloak, the smell still remained. She'd been nearly eighteen when she had returned home to Wutai, priceless records of the Jenova Project with her. That was six years before.
She'd lost something that no one knew about on her trip. A friend, comrade, compadre, whatever you wish to call Valentine. She had also lost most of her emotional outbursts. She was 24 and had to act more mature, even around Tifa and Cloud, she acted like a mature adult. She could never again be like the 16-year-old ninja that they once knew.
The cape made a soft swishing noise as she walked toward the carriage bound for Junon.
I lie awake and try so hard
Not to think of you
But who can decide what they dream
And dream I do
"Champ, Shokra, take her to Junon," Godo told the chocobos firmly. The two gold chocobos bowed their heads in understanding. "Goodbye, daughter. Have nice trip."
She nodded, but ignored any help to get into the gold and red decorated carriage. With a sly grin to herself, she shouted firmly, "TO JUNON!"
The two chocobos took off.
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you
You're taking over me
THUD!
A sudden jolt aroused the ninja princess from her light sleep. Nothing seemed wrong, so she laid back down, awake, merely resting.
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'I pray that it is no one important,' the man thought to himself.'Oh, I'm sure that everyday average people ride around in gold chocobo-drawn carriages all the time,' Hellmasker replied sarcastically.
Chaos let out a snort and Vincent frowned. 'Hush, demons.' He peered into the window. 'Asleep? Wait... Her breathing is fairly regular, though not like when someone is asleep.'
'My Gods, Valentine!' Death Gigas erupted. 'Do you know who that is!?'
Vincent looked at the resting woman, something seemed familiar about her. He studied her face, then the cloak that she wore draped across her like a blanket. '. . . Yuffie?' He slid easily into the carriage, soundlessly even. 'She's-'
'Older?' Gallion Beast added.
Chaos growled softly. 'About twenty-five would be my guess.'
'Damn, Valentine!' Hellmasker said slyly. 'She's fine! Just rape her and drink her blood!'
The other three demons burst into fits of laughter, Hellmasker's high-pitched giggle the loudest of the four.
Vincent ignored the demons and his human hand brushed the side of her face lightly.
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"If Lucrecia was, indeed, a vampire, then... I don't want to endanger you... er... any of my friends..." His crimson eyes caught and held her grey. 'I don't care about them... Only you. I cannot put you in harm's way... In my way...'
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Chaos smirked and tried to force his way through the man. 'No, demon!'
'I just want... to speak... with her,' he protested. 'Besides, it's dark. YOU might bite her, VINNIE.'
Vincent stopped struggling and let the demon take over his human form. "Yuffie," he whispered softly.
'Don't be perverted, demon.'
Chaos shoved him out of his mind. "Lady Kisaragi." Her eyes flickered open.
'Her eyes are still that awesome grey,' Hellmasker said in awe.
All four demons and Vincent were in awe. How they loved those eyes...
"V-Vinnie?" Chaos nodded. "Vinnie-kun!" She leapt into his arms and hugged him tightly. Remembering not to be perverted, Chaos thrust Vincent back into control. "Where've you been, you JERK!" She hauled off and struck him across the face with her small hand.
He blinked down at her. ". . . Ouch."
"Where have you been?" she demanded, sitting on the padded bench that served as her seat and bed.
Vincent sat beside her. ". . . Traveling."
"Oh. . . So, was Lucrecia a. . . Vampire?" She noticed him involuntarily shudder. "I-I'm sorry. I apologize for my rudeness. I should not have asked."
'Whoah,' Gallion Beast said in surprise. 'She's changed.'
'Yes,' Chaos responded gloomily. 'Her smile is not there anymore.'
'Nor are her eyes as full of life as they once were,' Death Gigas added, sounding nearly saddened.
'What happened to her?' Vincent wondered. "It's okay. You have every right to know since I did walk out on you, I suppose." He sighed. "Yes, she was a vampire. Though the demons in my blood counter-acted some of the effects. I still crave blood nightly, but I can walk in sunlight with only a slight red tint to my skin instead os bursting into flames. My vampiric powers are great, though. I am stronger, faster. . . And immune to the holy water, holy signs, and sunlight." His crimson eyes fell into the depths of her grey. "You. . . You seem much different."
She shifted her look to her hands. Vincent also looked down and noticed the tattoo of a married woman on the inside of her left wrist. Like a branding, he decided. "People change, Vincent. . . Especially when a. . . a friend. . . suddenly abandons them." She tapped her long red, gold tipped nails on the seat. 'When their love leaves them in a damn cave,' she added mentally to herself.
"So what have you been doing for the past. . . Uh. . ."
"Six years?" she suggested.
"I apologize. Time passes slowly, so I have no concept of years anymore."
She nodded. "Apology accepted, Vinnie. . . Well, I took some of the ShinRa records to Godo and had to defeat the Five Mighty Gods without the use of materia. . . Then I spent the past four years maturing." The chocobo carriage slowed to a stop. "Care to join me on a short shopping excursion?"
He raised a thin black eyebrow. "This late?"
A playful smirk crossed her face. "Of course! It's a twenty-four hour mall! Come on. . . Please?"
"I. . . I don't know."
"For me?"
Her gray eyes had a spark of life in them once again. 'If it makes her happy,' he decided. "Fine."
Vincent got out of the carriage, then Yuffie. His eyes studied the cloak fastened about her. It was his!
"Yes, Vinnie. I kept it," she said in response to his look. She smiled, though it wasn't visible beneath his cloak.
Vincent held out his arm and she accepted it. Together, they walked into the mall. Vincent followed her from shop to shop as she chatted about the yearly reunions with AVALANCHE and how everyone missed him, even Barret. She seemed like the seventeen-year old Yuffie that he had left behind six years before in the cave withonly his cloak and some materia.
A/N: Sorry this one's a little shorter! Till Next Time! AUDI!!! -YK2