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"Talking"
Thoughts
Noises
Writing
Howls Talking (Dreams)
-Chaos-
Switching P.O.V.

Crimson Bane
Chapter Six
Yuffie

That night an hour before Vincent got home, Yuffie finally woke up. She wasn't hungry, it was strange. She was like thirsty- but not that either. It was hard to explain. She would have tried to follow her instincts to fore fill this new need, but she decided not to do anything stupid and just wait for Vincent.

So randomly she walked around the house. She saw Aerith sleeping by the nearly- dead fireplace. Yuffie threw a log in it to keep it alive. Then she decided to explore the house more since it would be her last day. Tomorrow was going to be rise and shine.

Yuffie looked up at the ceiling, noticing things she never did before. She knew her eyesight had gotten better as well. Werewolves had awesome hearing and Vampires awesome eyesight. She was a mix- so she had both. She noticed a small line in the ceiling that wasn't apart of the pattern nor texture.

Yuffie climbed upon the table, and pushed the square. It easily lifted up, and Yuffie set it aside on the floor that was above her. Yuffie griped the side, and threw herself over.

The air was a bit dusty; it seemed nobody had been up here in awhile. The room was medium-sized, about as long as the kitchen and half of the living room. There was a small bed, a small desk, lots of papers, some books lying around, and a window that let in the light. All of the items were dust covered.

As Yuffie walked around, wondering, she let out footsteps in her path like when you're walking through new snow. Yuffie walked over to the desk, and pictured up a picture.

It was Vincent- but with much shorter hair. He had a little bit more skin and was less Gothic. He had his arm around a woman with long curly hair. She had small glasses around brown eyes, and she had much color to her. She wore a lab coat and underneath her arm was some papers. They were both smiling as though they were laughing.

A tear came from Yuffie's eyes, and stained the frame a rich silver. Yuffie wiped it off, cleaning it. She looked at it one last time before putting it back.

Then she took some of the papers randomly scattered across the purple bed sheet. Yuffie wiped off the dust, and swathe words.

July 16, 2601 (One hundred Years ago)
Test subject Valentine is finished. I transported the demon in his mind without damaging anything. I carved numbers into his skin with Clib so they don't heal. I locked him into a coffin to see how long he can go without food for awhile…

"Yuffie?" Vincent asked. Yuffie jumped, and dropped the papers.

"Sorry!" She said, quickly bending down and picked up the papers. "I found this place when I found myself… erm… how do you say it…?"

"Bloodthirsty?"

"Yeah! And I got my mind off it. I was being nosy I'm really sorry."

"How much did you read?"

"Huh?"

"How much did you read?" Vincent asked through his teeth, clearly on the verge of exploding.

"Like the first two words…"

"Bullshit. I've been standing here for about three minutes, watching you. Don't lie to me."

Yuffie's eyes began to water and her cheeks turned red from humiliation and shame. "Sorry…" She whispered.

"Sorry?" Vincent exploded. "You tell me fucking sorry because oh what, you wanted to get your mind off of your blood thirst? You went through my personal shit!" He yelled. Yuffie shook. "Whatever." He flung his hands up. He jumped out of the hole carelessly without making a sound.

Yuffie put the papers on the desk and slowly made her way out. She took the wood, and got out. She then replaced it like it wasn't moved. Vincent wasn't anywhere in the kitchen, so Yuffie stayed there. She sat at the table, and looked at her hands.

It must have been thirty minutes before Yuffie even moved she swore she could hear whispering in the living room, but she ignored it. When they got louder, Yuffie thought it was her imagination. Then they became more clear, and Yuffie became curious.

Yuffie opened the door to the living room and saw Vincent and Aerith. Vincent was staring off into the fire, and Aerith was staring at him. She quickly looked at Yuffie, and started to meow.

Aerith walked gracefully to Vincent's room, leaving a space next to Vincent.

Yuffie slowly moved towards Vincent, unsure whether he'd approve or disapprove. Yuffie decided to risk it anyways, she'd messed up and she now wanted to fix it.

Yuffie sat by him in silence.

"I'm really sorry, okay? I didn't mean to disrespect you or make you mad in any way, Vincent. Believe me when I tell you that."

Vincent didn't move or show any response. His crimson orbs stared into the fire.

"Listen to me- please!" Yuffie begged. Tears fell from her cheeks again. "Vincent… please. You've got to listen to me now… I never want to hurt you." Yuffie buried her face into Vincent's stiff shoulder.

"I forgive you." Vincent said unexpectedly. Yuffie didn't reply, but warmed her face into Vincent's shoulder (A/N: Not his hurt one) "I'm sorry for exploding at you. You didn't deserve it."

Yuffie nodded, and turned her face to the fire, warming up her cheeks. "I expect you want an explanation for everything then… The woman you saw in the picture was an ex of mine about one hundred years ago. She was the girlfriend of the man of… experimented on me."

"She cheated on you?" Yuffie questioned. Vincent nodded. "Sorry."

"Don't be. It doesn't pain me recently."

"Good."

"Anyways, the document you found was true… I still have the demon."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means he's in my mind. I can talk to him mentally, and he can control my body if he would like to…"

-That's damn right.-

"The experiment was very painful," Vincent closed his eyes, remembering the unwanted memory. "The document doesn't say everything that happened. I have the metal arm because he cut my real one off while I was still awake. I wasn't numbed either."

"That must've hurt," Yuffie picture Vincent's arm disconnected form his body.

"Indeed."

It was silent for awhile. Yuffie cuddled closely to Vincent, and Vincent held Yuffie in his arms. "I'm sorry again about me yelling at you," Vincent apologized.

"Stop apologizing! You'll drive me batty."

"Fine… Are you still bloodthirsty?"

"Yeah."

"So'm I. Let's go."

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Vincent

Yuffie and Vincent prowled through the dark forest. Yuffie changed into her wolf from, and crouched low to the ground next to Vincent.

Vincent was going to alert Yuffie of the bear not too far from them. Yuffie prepared herself, as Vincent did as well.

Yuffie pounced, and clawed her way on the bear's stomach. The bear roared, and Yuffie bit into it's skin, tearing it. Vincent jumped, and clawed at the bear's neck. He landed on it's shoulder. He jumped backwards, landing behind the large bear. Vincent then hopped on it's back, reached into the bear's chest, and ripped out its heart.

The bear stumbled for a moment before landing on its belly.

"That was fun."

"Yes… I haven't had a big kill in awhile."

"Hmmm…"