Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or Moulin Rouge's story line or songs.

Song: a small part from 'Come What May'

It had been two months since the baby was born. Lucrecia rarely got to see the child. She was only allowed to feed the child but nothing else. And it was hurting her even more that Hojo would be so heartless. Of course, she had been warned many times about Hojo's black heart. But she kept on going with the monster's plans. And what was worst, she wasn't feeling very weak. She was constantly ill yet Hojo had her running back and forth from taking care of the baby and doing her work.

Vincent continued doing his duties as the Turk he was. He was a little paler from staying inside for the last two months. Stalking in the shadows watching the scientists. Watching Lucrecia. He had not heard one word from Professor Gast. Not like he would. The scientist had quit Shinra and there was nothing on him. He had heard rumors that Shinra had sent Turks to hunt him down. For what reason, he wasn't sure. He only hoped that his fellow Turks wouldn't find him. Only one came to see him once in a while. Satie. "You know, Vincent. Things aren't always as they seem. You never know if Dariel is still alive. If Lucrecia still loves you. Whose child that really belongs to." The Turk said as he watched the now tall, dark and mysterious looking Turk. Vincent didn't look at him. He just glared into the shadows. "Things are exactly what they seem, Satie. Dariel is dead because of me. Lucrecia hates me. And that child belongs to that monster. The monster that I will kill someday. He is a monster just like I am." Satie stared at him. "Your not a monster, Vincent. You never were." He told him.

The dark Turk shot him a glance. "I am...a demon. A creature of Hell, Satie. I let Dariel die. I let Lucreica distant herself from me. So many sins..." He cut off lowering his head. Satie looked at Vincent with sympathy. He stepped forward reaching out to his friend. "Vincent, your..." Vincent gave a low snarl towards Satie. "Go away, Satie! Leave me be! Leave me to my suffering and grief! I deserve every minute of it!" He snapped. Satie jumped back with shock but then frowned saddly. He couldn't blame Vincent for being like this. This was all Shinra's fault. He knew it was. So he left Nibelhiem...and Shinra. Just like Gast had. Only a week after that, things went dearly wrong.

Lucrecia was in her room walking around. She was thinking about the results that her child was going through. Her son. She was picturing his beautiful face in her mind. His glowing green eyes and his strange silver white hair. She was given the chance to name the boy and she chose the name, Sephiroth. Hojo didn't care what the name was as long as he got to experiment on the child. And he was wickedly excited. She was walking towards the window when sharp pain shot up through her chest. It felt like fire. Lucrecia gasped and clutched her stomache and chest. It burned terribly. She began having a coughing fit. She cupped her hand over her mouth as she fell to her knees coughing. The pain was intense and it made her scream and loud.

Vincent had been on the first floor walking around in deep thought when he heard Lucrecia screaming. He jerked his head and looked up at the cieling. Fear was all he felt. Something was wrong with Lucreica. So he bolted up the stairs. He knocked into a few of the assistants who were hurrying towards Lucreica's room as he was. He quickly reached the room, throwing the door open. His blue eyes quickly scanned the room and he found Lucrecia lying on the floor, writhing in pain. "Lucrecia!" He yelled and raced to her side. Lucrecia was still coughing violently. She felt herself being picked into Vincent's arms. She looked up at him with tearfilled eyes. There was blood dribbling from her crimson lips. "Vin...Vincent..." She whispered. Vincent looked down at her. His heart was beating quickly from the fear. He didn't know what was wrong with Lucrecia. "Lucrecia...tell me. Tell me what's the matter?" He looked down at the blood on her lips. Even more fear struck him. "Oh god. No..." He whipped around. "Someone! Get some help!" He yelled. The assistants all crowded around the door way looking frozen from shock and fear. Lucrecia just stared up at Vincent.

"Never knew..."

Vincent looked back down at her when she had whispered.

"I could feel like this.

Like I've never seen the sky before.

Want to vanish inside your kiss.

Every day I'm loving you more and more.

Listen to my hear.

Can you hear it sing."

Vincent felt himself breaking down. He knew what was wrong now. He could tell by just listening to her singing softly like that. She was starting to fade away.

"Come back to me,

And forgive everything..." Lucrecia gasped from the pain. She coughed violently once again. Her eyes had closed tightly for a second but then reopened.

"Seasons may change, winter to spring

But I love you..."

Vincent's eyes widen at that. His breath caught in his throat.

"Till the end of time..." Lucrecia's body gave a jerk and she gasped again. She gave a small squeak of pain then her body fell limp in Vincent's arms. Vincent felt his entire body just go to sub zero. His eyes were leaking heavily from the tears. "Come what may..." He whispered and he broke down right there.

"Lucrecia, no!" He cried out. He pulled her body close to his and cried into her hair. "Hyne, no!" His shoulders shook as he cried against his long gone love. He gave a strangled choke as he hugged Lucrecia tightly. He didn't want her to be gone. He wanted her there. With him. But her life's fire inside her had gone out. Blown out like a candle.

Vincent gave a choking gasp as he lifted his head. His eyes very dark and full of a painful hate. He knew exactly who was responcible for this. Who had done this to her. He knew that Hojo had to pay for killing Lucreica. His beloved singing rose. Vincent felt the fire of hate burning fiercly inside him. The fire was out of control now. There was no way of smothering the flames. He gently laid Lucrecia down and stood. Turning around he faced the assistants who all gasped and stepped back in fear. The look on Vincent's face scared them. The hatred, saddness, the maddness had took over. And it had changed Vincent emotionally, mentally and physically. His eyes were now a blood red color. They were no longer blue. The demons inside Vincent had awoken.

He ran as fast as he could down to the basement, just flying down the wooden stairs. He had never felt such a emotion like this. Vincent hurried down the darkened hallway towards the labs. His gun tightly in his hand. He soon reached the end of the hall way and threw the door open.

Every single scientist in that room, every assistant had jumped high into the air. They all looked towards the door and saw the outraged Turk. Blood was on his shirt. Lucrecia's blood. All but Hojo gasped from shock. Vincent glared at the monster before him. He snapped a look at the assistants and scientists. "Get out!" He roared. They all jumped again and raced out of the room. Vincent had stepped aside to let them leave. But his blood red eyes glared straight at Hojo.

Hojo looked him over with dislike. "Why are you down here? This lab is off limits to you." He hissed. Vincent just glared at him. "She's dead...you killed her!" He said. He was shaking from the rage and pain. Hojo's eyes lit up looking curious. "What are you talking about?" He asked lazily. Vincent gritted his teeth before flinging his gun at the scientist. Hojo quickly ducked, the gun missed him by inches. He looked wildly at Vincent with shock. "Lucrecia, damn you! Lucrecia is dead! She's dead because of you!" Vincent yelled. He gripped his hair, his eyes tightly shut. He never noticed that Hojo turned around and picked up his gun, sliding it into his lab coat. The scientist put on a shocked look. Vincent looked back at him with hate. "She's dead because of the experiments! It was too much for her! It's your fault, Hojo! Your fault!" He yelled pointing his finger at him.

Hojo looked at the ground before gripping his own hair. He looked hiesitant about every thing. Maybe it was his fault. He did know that Lucrecia was a weak woman and she wasn't exactly the strongest person. "I...I didn't..." Hojo exclaimed. Vincent walked closer. "It's my fault too. I should have never let you touch her!" He exclaimed. Hojo looked at him with deadly eyes. "Yes, your fault. You killed Lucrecia." He said. That shocked Vincent even more. He stepped back, his blood red eyes widen. And then Hojo pulled out the gun and fired. The bullet hit Vincent right in the chest. He grunted with pain and staggered back. His blood was running down his chest, mixing with Lucrecia's. Vincent fell to his knees clutching the bullet wound then he fell to the floor. Every thing went black for him. He could feel something inside his head. Something was excited. And then he felt nothing.

He drifted in and out during the whole proceedure. He had thought he was dead, seeing the bright white light shining through his eyes. He could hear someone muttering fiercly about him. The pain was intense for him. He could hear a heart meter beeping close by and felt needles being pushed into his skin. It felt like acid was running through his veins. He wanted to scream but he couldn't find his own voice. He drifted right back out.

He woke once again from the pain. There was a burning sensation running through his body and his left arm ached terribly. It just hurt so badly and it wouldn't go away. Vincent opened his eyes. It was dark once again in the room. He was lying on a operating table. He felt thick sticky liquid on his chest and left arm. And by the smell, it was blood. Vincent's head was pounding and it felt like he had been hit over the head with a sledgehammer.

He pushed himself up trying to ignore the pain. He grunted a few times from the pain he felt. He heard a small click on his left and he looked down. His vision was slightly blurred but he could see something gold encased around his arm. Now that his attention was on his left arm, the pain increased. He could feel hooks connected to his skin and the metal running through his arm. It burned like hell. He had to bite his tongue to keep from yelling out. He pushed himself off the table, nearly falling to the ground. He caught himself on the table as he forced himself to his feet. He felt incredibly weak.

Standing upright, he felt something in his head. He could hear angry growls from a beast. He felt three of them. Something angry and firery. The second was saddness and fear. And the last was Hatred and blood thirsty. They were screaming in his head. Laughing insanely or crying out in fear. Pounding inside. Vincent gripped the sides of his head feeling cool metal on the left side. He fell to his knees before looking to see what was on his arm. A golden gauntlet with claws on the end of his fingers. He knew he had changed. He was no longer human. He was what he feared to be. A monster.

Vincent Valentine never left the mansion. No one had seen him come out. He had been abandoned by the Shinra workers and scientist. He was alone. Lucrecia's body had been taken and he never seen it again. Not for many years. He remained inside the Shinra Mansion, leaving only at night to kill monsters in the mountains and returned only at dawn. None of the villagers ever saw him. He was dead to the world and to himself. He created his own coffin, sleeping in it hoping that he would fall asleep and never wake.

Through the years, he never aged like he should have. He remained young because of the experiments Hojo had done on him. He was something else. Something that was no longer human. He called himself a demon, a monster. Living with heavy sins on his shoulders. Dreaming of nightmares of what had happened. He slept a lot, waking in the night from the terrible dreams. It took some time getting used to his new ways. But then he fell asleep, stirring in the night but never leaving his coffin. He didn't wake up until many, many years later. When a group called AVALANCHE came and woke him from his nightmares.

The old man stopped. Tifa was still in tears but she watched him with great interest. Wondering what would have been said next. Her eyes wide with facination and awe. She was so into the story she didn't want it to end. She wanted to hear more. "What happened after that?" She asked.

The man shook his head running his weathered down hand through his white hair. "That is the end of my story. There is no more to tell. I wish I could go on but I don't know any more. But you do, Miss Lockhart. Vincent never left that house until he was awoken by you and your friends. Whatever happened after that, is the rest of the story. But I do not know your story nor the crisis you all went through. I never knew Vincent was still alive until you mentioned him yesterday." He told her.

Tifa nodded as she wiped her eyes with the tissue. "It was such a great story, sir. Your a marvolous storyteller." She said with a small smile. The old man smiled back at her. He gave a nod of thanks. Tifa tilted her head looking very curious. "There is still one thing I must know." She said softly.

The man looked at her curiously. "And what is that?" He asked. Tifa blinked a few times before finding herself. She leaned forward, her arms resting on her knees. "How did you know Vincent's story? You tell it like you were there. Who are you, sir? I must know." She said. The old man looked away at the wall. A small pained look on his face but he smiled. "I am no one, Miss Lockhart. My name has been forgotten by the world. I am just known as The Storyteller."

Tifa tilted her head and bit her lip. "That's silly, Storyteller. You have a name. I really do want to know what it is." She said. The man looked kindly back at her. "Why would you want to know, I'm curious?" He asked. Tifa smiled softly. "Because I need to know the name of the man I want to invite to Vincent's birthday party. Please, come with me to the party. Vincent would want to see his old friend. To know he was still alive." She said. The old man smiled.