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Vincent was beginning to see things differently now. The story of Millie was probably more heartbreaking than what Macy had told him. And, now he was beginning to re-examine his feelings. The kiss that had occurred between him and Macy took over a vast portion of his mind. He didn't understand why this simple act had happened. And he didn't understand why he would like the act to happen again. Sephiroth on the other hand was someone who had to be dealt with in a very short time. And Vincent still hadn't come up with a scheme.

Vincent was relaxing in warm bath he drew to feel some sense of serenity. His desire for Nicholas was going to fade slowly. But what could he do about this? Weeks have passed and things were changing. He for the first time had no desire to visit Sephiroth. There of course had been nights in which he still fantasized about him. It made Vincent very angry to think that Sephiroth had been correct, correct that his desire for him would not vanish. And Vincent was angry at himself for this desire.

He wanted to sink into the warm water and forget everything that was happening around him. He soon came to realization as to why he confined himself in his coffin. It was to avoid all the drama that happened in the world. It was to get away from everything and end any kind of hurt he may have brought on to anyone. Most importantly, it was indeed a way of punishment.

Vincent pictured Macy in her sky blue dress. He pictured her in her ponytail. He recalled the innocence in her face. The thing that touches him the most was when she defended him when her mother lashed out. The words "He's not a freak, he's my best friend" ranged through his ears. Never in his life had anyone ever considered him their best friend. He soon felt something for Macy. Vincent suddenly wanted to know Macy, know her as a person. He wanted to know what kind of food she enjoyed, what her favorite color was, and what her thoughts and were on everything.

He got out the bathtub when he noticed his fingers and toes were becoming raisins. He jerked the cork out the drain and watched as the water left the tub. Grabbing the dark red towel from the rack Vincent blankly stared at his reflection. He liked what he saw, he didn't realize his dark black almost came down to his waist, and his skin was as smooth as ever. Women would envy him for his lovely skin. Wrapping the towel around him, Vincent headed for his room and only gazed out the window. There were no townspeople out except for Millie. She was on the porch reading a very thick book. And it appeared she was half way through it.

Everything Macy said was true, but why would she lie? Vincent acknowledged the fact that he may be able to hold an intelligent conversation with Millie. Unlike most of the townspeople who stuck with old primitive ways of thinking. He imagined Macy in her maids' uniform cleaning the marbled floors of Sephiroth's estate, answering his every whim. The thought angered Vincent, the thought of Macy working for Sephiroth. Even though she was treated well, he still didn't approve.

His train of thought was interrupted when he saw Sephiroth step out of his estate. Instead of intense desire, he felt nothing but intense rage. He hated him, and he wanted nothing more than to bring him to knees. What he saw next was Sephiroth walking off his porch and going over to Millie's. She didn't look up from her book, but Vincent had the feeling that she knew he was approaching. Vincent looked on as to what was going to happen.

He couldn't make out what Sephiroth was saying but he knew he was greeting her. Millie didn't look up form her reading. A few moments after mindless chatting from Sephiroth, she finally looked up. Judging from the look on her face it seemed liked she was angry because Vincent noticed a flush of redness come over her face. Or was she blushing?

Whatever she was feeling, she stood up and faced Sephiroth. The two of them were talking and Vincent made out only a little of what he was saying. The words "lust" and "desire" were heard. Redness flushed over Millie's face once again and Vincent knew it wasn't anger. Then Millie started yelling. The words "disgusting homosexual", "manipulating bastard", and "horny dog" were heard from Millie along with several curse words.

Sephiroth only laughed, and walked off the porch. Millie threw her book at him and it hit Sephiroth in the back. He only turned around and picked up the book. Vincent heard him say.

"Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. Good book, but I don't know if I agree with her philosophy." He said as he dropped the book and went inside of his estate. Millie didn't pick up the book she just went inside. Vincent knew she was upset. He wanted to go over her house and comfort her. But wouldn't this be an act of pity? She had enough of that. What she needed was friend, not someone who would only feel sorry for her. Vincent decided to go over and to at least find out what Sephiroth had said to her.

He quickly got dressed but didn't bother to dry his wet hair. Rushing out the Nibelhiem mansion he ran on over to Millie's house. Knocking on the door very loudly, he waited as it took several moments for her to come to the door. When she finally arrived at the door there was there was nothing but the expression of mixed emotions.

"Hello Millie, I just came over because I saw what happened." He said trying hard not to stammer.

Vincent could tell she was contemplating on weather or not she should let him in. He was practically begging Millie to let him in with his eyes. After awhile, she reluctantly allowed him entry. As he walked in, the house smelled of garlic and bread. He suspected that she was or rather 'is' cooking. He looked across the living room and saw a large display of pictures. The ones of the little girl he knew had been Macy. But the pictures were displayed in a chronological order. So as he moved further down the rows of pictures, the pictures were older looking, which could only mean that the pictures of the young girls had been Millie and her older sisters.

It was the three of them; Millie was in the middle in a white dress, he knew it was Millie because, although she was not an ugly child, her sisters had very large and lively eyes. Their hair appeared to have more locks as opposed to Millie's simple straight hair. Which had been in two French braids? Her sister's hair was tied into pigtails with white silk ribbons. There dresses were white too, but they were more detailed in design and had lace around the hems. Millie's expression was very solemn. She was an unhappy child.

"You may sit here." Millie said bluntly. She was pointing at the large brown sofa. He sat down as Millie went to go make tea.

"You keep a lot of pictures, I see." Vincent said trying to make conversation.

She didn't respond.

"So, what does your typical day consist of?"

"I don't do much." Millie said. "So, you saw what happened between me and that.......person."

"Yes, I did. You seemed upset. I know you happen to notice that I haven't been going to Sephiroth's estate."

Millie grimaced when Vincent said 'Sephiroth', but she nodded.

"Listen, I know you don't like the idea of Macy working for......him. And I know you don't like me much because you think I'm a homosexual." Vincent suddenly stopped when he saw the expression on Millie's face.

"You mean you're not a homosexual. But...you let him...."

"I know, Millie. But that is something you must try to realize. He has this power, a power that enables him to get people under his spell. I'm his first male victim." Vincent hated those words as soon as he said them. But it was the truth, and he knew it was possible to have sexual feelings towards members of the same sex.

"Oh, I'm so terribly sorry. I shouldn't have come to that conclusion." Millie said as she went over to the whistling tea kettle.

"It's quite alright. So what did he say to you?"

"He told me how he had this desire to.....well, I would tell you exactly what he said, but I don't feel comfortable, but he was talking about oral sex. And....I....."

"I know, and I don't need to you to tell me what he said to you. I heard enough. The only thing I want is to get back at him, beat him at his own game. He needs to know that he doesn't have as much power as he thought he had."

Millie poured the hot water in the teacups and dipped in the tea bags. And poured in sugar and honey.

"Thank you."

Suddenly Macy burst in, panting heavily, the apron of her maid's uniform was off and her hair down. She looked like she had been crying; her eyes were red and puffy.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Millie said rushing over to her.

"I know about the things he said to you Ma, and when I confronted him about he denied everything. And then he fired me!" Macy wailed. The sight of seeing her ball like this broke Vincent's heart. But at this moment he felt completely helpless.

"Oh, sweetie. Everything will be alright. I didn't like the idea of you working for him anyway." Millie said soothingly. Macy didn't respond she ran upstairs to her room, as Millie sighed.

"I will go talk to her, if it's alright with you." Vincent said. Millie only nodded. "Her room is down the hall to your right."

He followed Millie's directions and found her room. She was on her bed sobbing. Her room was decorated with white and baby blue. It was almost like a child's room although Macy was in her early to mid-twenties. Vincent sat next to her and stroked her back.

"Stop crying Macy, we'll get him, soon." Vincent felt her tremble under his touch. She sat up and looked at him.

"How, when?" Macy said.

"I don't know." Vincent whispered as he stroked her cheek.

"You're very beautiful. Did you ever know that?" He said.

Macy said nothing, she only wiped the tears from her face.

Vincent brought her face close to his and gently kissed her. Macy didn't stop him. He deepened the kiss, as he ran his fingers through her hair. Vincent gently nudged his tongue against her lips; she opened her mouth to allow his tongue entry. Vincent moved his hands underneath Macy's uniform; she suddenly froze and broke from the kiss.

"I don't know." She said.

"Let me guide you." He said caressing her legs. He reached under her uniform and gently tugged at her panties. "It'll be wonderful." He said and then giving her a reassuring kiss. He pulled down her panties and kissed her stomach, he then moved down to her thighs and then he suddenly caressed her womanhood with his tongue. Macy moaned softly. Whispering how wonderful his tongue felt. He continued to lick and suck as she tried to keep herself from moaning any louder.

"Ahhhh, Vincent." She whispered. "Ohhh." She felt herself come and gave one final moan.

"Lovely, wasn't it?" Vincent asked.

"Yes. So, ummmm, did you like how I tasted?" She asked blushing. But Vincent only laughed. He brought her close and held her.

"Macy, I need your help. I want you to help me get back at Sephiroth since you most of his secrets. We can defeat him."

"I'm willing to help, and I think I have some ideas. What nerve did he have to fire me? After the way he spoke to my mother, and then denies it."

Vincent kissed her on head as felt relived he didn't have to come up with a plan after all.

I'm sorry about this chapter being so long. And I'm sorry for delaying the war. But I haven't thought of anything yet, so bear with me. But I hope you are enjoying this story.