A/N: This is a challenge fiction. Some very dark Vincent
Happy Birthday
"I thought you wanted children…" His voice had always been a little cold, a little cruel. The only time he sounded truly human was when he came over her, when a sound left his mouth that was wild and unnamed.
"…no, not … not like this, please no more, not like this."
"But isn't this one pretty?"
She was silent, turning away in the crystal makou shell that she wasn't allowed to leave.
"And I didn't want to leave you all alone, not like you left me."
"I didn't know… I didn't, I didn't…" But he was gone, and she was left with one of his children, another gift. Crimson red stained delicate, youthful breasts, a heartshaped face. Dark eyes were open, clouded in death and staring at nothing.
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"Vinnie…. Vinnie…" singsongy and a little high pitched the voice chanted a nickname he only allowed a handful of people to use. Tap. Tap. Tap. On his forehead. One red eye opened up, and through a black piece of hair he glared at the girl above him.
His shirt hung off one of her thin shoulders, the sleeves totally obscured her thin, thieving hands. She straddled his bare chest, hands on his shoulders and touched their noses together, her black hair melting into his.
"You promised me breakfast." She urged, sticking a small, pink tongue out and licking the tip of his nose.
Vincent crinkled his nose in response, a smirk played about his lips. "Did I? I cannot recall."
Sitting up Yuffie crossed her arms under her small chest. "You big lug, get up and take me out properly."
His human hand slid up then, caressing a path from her calf over her thighs and cupping her backside. She arched at his touch, small fingers spreading out over his chest. Vincent sat up slowly, kissing at the nape of her neck, lifting her easily with one hand. "Are you certain about that?"
Her thieving hands slid over his shoulders, fisting in hair that she had demanded he cut.
And he had, because she liked it. He'd changed out of the costume, because she liked it, little things that he changed, to get close to her.
"Y-yes." She seemed to weigh the option of staying in bed, but when the Lady of Wutai wanted something, she always got it. Hopping up, Yuffie freed herself from his slow touch and slipped out of Vincent's shirt, throwing it at him. "I'm going to take a shower, and you should be ready." With that, she spun on heel and walked into the bathroom.
Vincent lifted his claw and watched how it played in the light. His eyes then drifted to the clock, it was time, of course.
When he opened the shower curtain she'd laughed at him.
When he brought the claw across her throat, Yuffie had been too shocked to scream. Blood washed in circles, sliding down the drain. "Happy Birthday, Lucreciea." He sneered.