A/N:
This is back to right after defeating Sephorith, if you're a little confused about the time. Also, this is in Vincent's perspective.
Chapter 2 – Three Steps Forward, Two Steps Back
She should have sensed me by now.
He thought, as he kicked a small stone in her direction. She didn't even twitch. She just kept walking, closer and closer to the pit. He frowned.
He had been following Tifa Lockeheart for three days now, ever since she disappeared into the night from the Highwind. He should have let her be, and he knew that, but something compelled him to know exactly what she was doing.
Guilt? he heard Chaos rumble in his head.
Vincent shook his head. Not now.
Then he looked up, and saw her huddled over something on the ground. A glint of metal caught his eye.
No, not that. Tifa, don't do it! He panicked. He almost went running at her, but he held back. He didn't want to alert her to his presence yet.
She stood up with a container in her hand. Something was inside...pink? He thought. He almost smiled in his relief. That's when he decided to walk up to her.
Why am I still here? She's fine. He thought as they walked out of the crater. Something held him on this path, keeping in time with her gracefully trained stride.
"So you thought I was going to kill myself, didn't you?" she finally broke the silence, her face contorted and grim. He nearly stumbled in his shock.
Yes. I did. "Of course not," he answered slowly and deliberately. The look on her face told him she didn't believe him.
"I saw the fight you two had..." he said after a long pause, "I know how much you love him."
She just frowned. He cringed underneath his cape. I'll just keep my big mouth shut, that's what I'll do.
You could leave the talking to me... this time it was Hellmasker.
I would almost agree with you...but we'll be there by nightfall.
He began to quicken the pace. No use prolonging this agony.
"We're here," she said, pointing to a stone statue of a girl, cover with moss and vines. It looked vaguely like Aeris.
I hope this isn't some cheesy resurrection attempt. If it could be done, I would have done it for Lucrecia years ago... he thought smugly.
Before he could find out, however, a voice floated out of the foliage.
"Long time no see, Valentine, Lockeheart."
Tifa seemed to recognize the voice immediately, and stiffened up into her fighting stance.
"Come out and fight, bitch," Tifa said with venom in her voice. A feminine laugh erupted from the trees.
"You AVALANCHE scum never change," a blonde haired woman said as she stepped out of the shadows. A bald and a red head followed after her. They all had wicked grins on their faces.
"What do you want?" Vincent said clearly annoyed. He had his fill of Turks for his lifetime and then some.
Elena laughed again, "I need a piece of this bitch." She waved her gun in Tifa's direction. Tifa glared in reply.
Ugh, just what I needed, a cat fight.
"Anything else while you're at it?" he said with mock sweetness.
"Ya," Reno said, "how about your gun?"
Vincent glanced down at Death Penalty strapped to his side. Over my undead body.
Tifa's face suddenly changed, Vincent new what that meant...she had a limit break ready.
"Not yet," he whispered. She ignored him.
"FINAL HEAVEN!" she shouted, as she unleashed it on the three oddly calm looking Turks.
That's when he blacked out.