Hey my lovelies, as every time thank you so much for your praise. For the first time I choose a moment, not a quote for the first part. And as always I hope you enjoy it!

Catherine:

The first thought that I was aware of was the smell. The bed sheets smelled like him, like his unique sent. When I finally opened my eyes I reached next to me only to find nothing. I was fully awake right away, searching the room for him. A minute before I could completely freak out, he came through the door carrying a broom and a garbage can, looking more at ease that I had ever seen him. Only now I saw the bottles on the floor having no idea how they got there. I offered my help, quickly slipping in my jeans and made my way over to him. Following way a sweetly, awkward moment with lot's of saying I'm okay and us both grinning like idiots. But that shifted pretty soon and we were getting back to were it all had started last night, kissing and falling on crumbled sheets. I knew how much of a relief it was for Vincent to be able to be with me in any means possible and I could feel it in every touch, every stroke. He was starved for human contact, so I tried my best to compensate years of loneliness with my Hands and lips. It was like the world had stopped moving around us, we were captured in the whirls of our passion, in each others embrace.

When we came back to earth I was reminded of the world outside, even when a part of me never wanted to leave this bed or his side again, I knew I had to. As I walked through the park and back into reality, enjoying the fresh, clean air my mind replayed every move, every touch of him, remembering his strength as he lifted me up and pushed me against the shelf. Now, there was the explanation for the bottles on the floor, I smiled. But it froze in my face when I saw the body. There was no chance for a mistake, the marks on the dead man's face and torso looked exactly like every wound Vincent hat created with his claws. But it couldn't been him, I was with him the whole night and the way his eyes looked in the morning he hadn't got much sleep either. So what had happened here? I tried to choose my questions carefully, so I would sound more sceptical. But facts were not really up for question, because Joe was sure that this was the doing of the same monster who killed his brother. He would never work correctly, openly overlooking any proof that would say different, blinded by his need for revenge. Later, when Gabe threatened to take me of this task force I knew I had to be more cautious, when they would cut me out, there would be no chance of helping Vincent any longer.

In the Lab I started to find it rather difficult, especially after last night to hear Evan talk about the cold blooded Killer or even more wrong, the creature, without been able to defend him or even rolling my eyes. It was a hard thing getting used too. And even he was ready to do anything to put Vincent do, not caring that he saved his live or that there was no DNA trace at the Victim. Have they all lost their mind? On top of all this mess Evan was the next one on my list of sceptical Friends, trying to rescue me somehow or to force some unknown Truth out of me.

When I told Vincent about the resent Murder, he jumped right into action, not wanting to add another name of victims to his name, particularly when he didn't even did it. We knew that someone tried to set him up but when I considered Muirfield he quickly dismissed it, saying that this was drawing way too much attention for her doing. So who was it? It really had let my mood drop, that we were getting not even two days of peace. But that couldn't be changed now and even when he again told me it was not too late to run I knew like him that we were stronger together, that we drew strength out of our love. It was just that Vincent and I couldn't ignore the Warnings any longer, we had to be more careful what felt like an almost unsolvable task, when our resent encounter was still so fresh in our minds and our feelings so all consuming.

We had to get this task force off our trace, so when Vincent first spoke to us about his idea off letting himself get caught I was a second doubting his state of mind. But as he explained his plan it made sense. Maybe this was our best chance. Thanks to J.T. we soon had a body for our purpose, I really had now idea how he did this, every time they needed something important he just took care of it. That was what 10 years of this life did to you, turning you into a master thief. And while J.T. tried to get information out off Evan, me and Vincent prepared the warehouse. I was surprised how my life turned in just a few month, instead doing paperwork on my desk I was now preparing a building for his blow up, faked evidence here and now and lied to almost every person in my life. But with all this going on I didn't felt as guilty as I thought I would, maybe because I now had something, no someone worth doing these things for. And said reason was currently looking at me with trust and love in his eyes. We said our little goodbye to the warehouse, where this, us started month ago and sneaked in a kiss here and there. God how I had missed this feeling of being in love although it had never felt like this before.

Minutes later we ran for our lives, again. I had no idea how Muirfield had found us but they suddenly crushed through every window. Bullets flew everywhere. Only the jump down the City canals saved us and the second the door closed we hurt a loud boom from above us. That was close, I thought to myself while trying to catch my breath. When we knew for sure that nobody were following us we slowed down to a walk. We made it. We had make him disappear once again and now we could just hope that this had bought us some time. To not look suspicious we separated so I could show my face at the burning ware house and lead them into believing this made up plan. Please let them believe it.

Catherine: What is it?

Vincent: This is Muirfield.

Catherine: How did they find you?

Vincent: I don't know.

Vincent:

Running for our lives, we jumped through the hatch in the floor, landing in the dark tunnels that ran under almost everything in this City. The explosion put an end to the place I called some kind of refuge for the last years, hopefully getting this task force off my feet but erasing another footprint of my life. Will there be any time when I could stop looking behind me? Will I ever have a chance of building a home?

This morning had been by far the best in my life, waking up next to this sleeping beauty, knowing what had happened in the night before. I was so relieved that I could be with her, without hurting her. I still was hesitant in the way I touched her, still afraid that my control would slip someday but for now I was happy, this was more that I could've hoped for. I hadn't slept much that night, I just watched her sleep and cherished her every breath. Never in my life I had experienced such a deep connection, such overwhelming feelings. I had found peace in her embrace. And when the sun came up I had a chance of witnessing a spectacular view. She was even more breathtaking in the daylight and the first sunbeams started to paint a beautiful picture out of light on her soft skin. I had to get out of bed before I would've woken her, just to loose myself in her again.

When I had told her and J.T. my plan on letting myself 'getting caught' she first assumed the worst. But after I had enlightened her she made me hope that it could work. That it didn't sound completely insane. So everyone got to work, J.T. got somehow a body and Catherine and I prepared the Warehouse. When I poured my friends chemicals over my bed I felt a little sorrow. Not 12 hours ago we had slept here, our bodies so close to each other and now my life had gone from romantic to hunted and on the run, again. I just hope she was sure what she gotten herself into. Sometimes I couldn't believe that she was really knowing what it would be like. How much she would have to sacrifice and how far this relationship was going to be different from her previous ones. But she was right in one thing, together we had a chance to make it. As long as we had each other it was enough to fight for.

I tried to remember the picture while I was holding her tight against my chest now. She was her in my arms, safe, I told myself over and over again. Both of our hearts were racing, if we had stayed for some minutes longer we both could be death now. I had no idea how Muirfield had found us, but this was to close, closer that they had been in years of hunting me minus the crazy day when I came to them. And with that I discovered a new fear in my list. Stronger than any of the other ones. The fear of loosing her. This could not happen again, we needed to keep our eyes open. I just wished that we could've stayed in our bubble for a little longer. That's all I prayed for, just al little more time with her. And if this plan had worked maybe we would get just that. Some time so that we could explore each other some more, enjoy this new found bond. And from now on my manly purpose was to protect her.

When she told me she needed to go, I knew that she had to but it wasn't easy to let her go. One kiss and than she was gone. Would it always feel like this? Every kiss made my pulse racing and my insides roar with the want for her. I had never experienced anything like this. With her by my side I felt stronger than ever, ready to take on everything and at the same time more afraid because now I had a weakness, her. Focus Vincent, I told myself and shouldered my backpack. I needed to get to the save haven, meet J.T. and the we would have to look for a new place. Something secluded with multiple exists would be good. Something I could bring her, be with her while I knew we were safe. Maybe where we could cook together before we snuggled up on the couch to watch a Movie. And while I was daydreaming stupidly, I hadn't heard the steps behind me. When she shouted for me to stop moving I didn't think, I just ran. What the hell is wrong with me, how could I not have heard her coming closer? I raced through the dark tunnels, the echo of her and my footsteps was everywhere and it started to really hurt my ears. When I jumped down that ladder I felt it in my bones, the panic making my adrenaline peak. And when Tess shot that warning bullet I tried to stay in control so badly, tried to tell her she had to go. I would hurt her, kill her and Catherine would never forgive me for that. So I did all in my power to stay conscious, to stay Vincent. But my thoughts were getting cloudier while the instincts in me took over. When I turned around, I first just heard the loud noise.

The feeling came a few seconds later, burning hot and making my legs gave out on me. My body screamed in pain, hot shards cutting through my insides. The wounded beast in me roared in agony, I couldn't breath, couldn't focus. Just growl in despair and feeling the blood slowly seep out of me. Through the haze I heard my name shouted and a moment later she was there, by my side. Her hands franticly caressed me, searching for the wound while she assured me that I was going to be okay. Would I? Or would I die right here in front of her, lying in the dirt? I hope not, she shouldn't have to see that. What had I said about more time?