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Phira Tsounamaki-a young woman who is interested in finding the mysteries about Shinra and the renments of Jenova. She has golden color hair and magenta colored eyes.
Two: Coffin Bait
When I woke up it was 4:00 a.m. Damn, it was still late for me to be awake, by this time I would have been sleep, completely. I left my bedroom and walked down the hallway in a velvet red colored gown. It felt a bit cold and disturbing walking through the hallways but heading into the dining room wouldn't be so bad then. I glanced a peek through the door and noticed Vincent sitting at the end of the table in his normal clothes still. Right when I entered he took a long glance at me with his red eyes and I almost stiffened. "...Sit down Phira," he said with out even blinking, "Have something to eat." I nodded nervously and walked over to the other end of the table and sat down. The food looked divine but I knew if I began eating Vincent would stare. "Vincent...what is the matter?" I asked trying to redeem myself. "Yes Phira, what is it?" he asked right before he started eating. I just watched him but thinking about what I was going to say didn't seem to matter. "Why did you accept me in being your slave?" I asked nervously. Vincent stood up silently and approached me slowly until our faces barely touched.
Feeling his breath made my stomach churn wildly. "You're too close..." I muttered trying to say at least a few words. "..." Vincent moved a step back and went back to his chair. He stayed silent until he cleared his throat, "Tell me-how long do you want to stay here?" "It doesn't matter. I only came here to find some answers so I guess it'll be until I received them." I spoke reaching for the glass of wine. "It will be a very long time then." Vincent said calmly. Hearing him make a sigh made me worry a bit. Knowing him for at least a few hours didn't help so I guess trying to be happy would be a shitty idea. "I'm going to bed." I excused myself from the dining room and headed towards my quarters. The mansion was mysterious and helplessly wandering around would get me lost. "He's gentle but cold..." I thought as I laid on the bed. Hiding under the sheets kept me from the cold and fear. Sleeping wasn't a problem either.
In the late afternoon, I stayed in my room. Vincent, however, seemed to be occupied in his coffin. Suddenly, a ringing sound came from the room's phone. I didn't pay attention to it at first until it rung the fifth time. "Come to my room." Vincent ordered. "Yes." I hung the phone up and left my room. Calling Vincent "Master" would not be really the best thing to do and acting more polite would have proven that I was pathetic. Entering the room, Vincent was outside his coffin giving me a cold stare. "We had some visitors, do you know about them?" he asked. "No. I came here on my own." I said as he walked closer. "Do not think that I will treat you gently as a slave. Human beings are the lowest creatures that walk the earth and for you-you are included." Vincent said as he sat down on the couch. "Though...you and her act the same." he mentioned. "Yes, the voice and behavior. All too similar." he added. "Who are you talking about...who is her?" I asked curious. "It's nothing. Make sure that no one ever enters this mansion again." he turned away.
Leaving his room, I looked at the painting in the living room that hung above the fire place. It was a young woman with brown hair and dark eyes. She looked beautiful but sad. "Her...I am similar to her...in voice and behavior..." I thought as I walked closer. "Why is he comparing me to her?" I questioned quietly. "What are you doing?" Vincent's voice made me gasp. "I was looking at the picture of this woman. Is this her?" I asked. "...Get out." he yelled coldly. I did as I was told and headed straight for my room. Locking the doors, I slid under the sheets of my bed and calmed myself down. Trembling from the cold wind that was escaping the cracks of the window and Vincent's rage, I closed my eyes hoping that this event was just all a dream even though it was reality. Hearing the door unlock, I ran out of bed and opened up the window. Hoping to escape, the chances were slim. Outside of the window was nothing but a dim ocean view.
Vincent entered the room with his eyes shining red. He didn't seem to happy with the way he was staring at me. Holding his golden claw out I almost leaned out of the window. "Don't even think about it. Escaping that way will lead to your death." he muttered as I looked behind myself. "You don't care and I don't even if I die." I spat out as I continued to lean out the window. Wrapping one arm around my waist, Vincent dragged me onto the bed and held me their roughly. I struggled as I tried to get free of his grip. He was winning anyway. "Stop acting like a child." he murmured into my ear. "I'm not going to beat you." "Really now?" I gave him a suspicious glare. "Yes. I am not going to beat you. You were staring at the painting what for?" he spoke kindly. "You compared me to her." I said depressed.