Disclaimer: I don't own FF7
Chapter 2:
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Vincent flopped on his bed and slapped his forhead. How will he tell her? How can he even look at her without blushing? Gods, he hated love.
To him it's used to be a fluffy word used to describe unmeaningful feelings, but now, all the word leads up to is the thought of...
"Vincent?" it was a female voice, and he recognized it immedeately. He lifted up his head and stared at the door.
"Hey! You in here?" she asked, knocking gently on the door twice. He shot up and almost sprinted to the door before opening it.
"Ahh!" Tifa yelped, her ear was pressed to the door but now was pressed to Vincent's chest.
She noticed that his heartbeat was speeding up, so she streightened and looked at him with a nervous smile.
"Here..." she quickly said, tossing her chocolate hair from her face. She held up a neatly folded cloak that she had washed, and Vincent gladly took it and put it on.
"Do you want to come in?" he asked after looking left and right down the hallway. No one was in it except the housekeeping maid and Tifa.
"Well, I don't--" she started, but Vincent dragged her into the room and closed the door, then locked it.
Tifa sat down on his bed and traced her fingers over the bedspread. She could fall asleep in these sheets, they were so soft and smooth...
Vincent turned to see her admiring the sheets, and slowly walked over to sit beside her in silence.
"Thank you." he said quietly, trying to sound as calm as possible. Tifa nodded her head, "No problem..."
There was tapping at the window and she was glad there was somthing to distract her from looking at him.
"It's raining again..." she sighed, then froze up when she felt Vincent's hand touch hers. Her eyes met his deep crimson orbs, and blushed.
"Tifa," he had no idea how to say this, so he just made somthing up as he went along, "Cloud must have someone coming to meet him, possibly Aeris, because he wants me to..." he gulped down what seemed to be a cottonball.
The martial artist nodded and smiled, "To escort me?" as she watched him nod, she couldn't help but giggle. He was acting like a child.
"Okay." she finally said. He smiled at her, which she thought made him look even cuter, and brushed his hair from his face.
It made her shiver at it's softness, 'I wonder how much conditioner he uses?' that made her smile, holding back another giggle as best she could.
"You look better without that silly bandana in your hair." she commented, sending a smirk to form on Vincents lips.
"So your saying that I'm ugly?" he teased, elbowing Tifa's shoulder, and glad that it wasn't her cut one.
"Well, no, I just--" the sounds of her voice faded in her throat as Vincent leaned closer to her face.
Vincent placed a hand on her chest and encouraged her to lay on the bed by pushing her down.
Tifa held her breath as Vincent shifted over so that he was on top of her. The girl parted her knees slowly and Vincent feel between them.
Tifa squeaked and closed her eys for a brief moment,"Vince-" his name became a soft moan as he brushed his lips over her collarbone.
Vincent rocked his hips slightly and ran the golden clawtips up her shirt, which made her moan again; and that satisfyed him.
Tifa's spine was shivering from his touch, and closed her eyes again while moving her head to the side, revealing her neck.
The raven-haired gunman saw the opportunity and licked her creamy skin, feeling her gulp with the tip of his tongue.
He felt slender arms wrap around his waist from under his cloak, heat rising into his lower abdomen.
Tifa bent her knees and brushed agenst the inside of his warm cape, feeling Vincent nip at her neck made her gasp again.
"Vincent..." she whispered in his ear, her warm breath hitting his skin. He lifted his head up to look at her, noticing that was was aroused.
He wished that she was wearing her skirt right now, but senced another presence walking to his door.
The young woman saw his expression and quickly let go, wondering if she was violating Lucrecia by doing his.
Vincent stood up and looked at the door as Tifa sat up herself, catching her breath while placing her hand on her heart to slow down it's beat, but the acheing was still in her chest and she wanted more from him.
But that just simply could not happen.
Tifa stood and speed-walked to the door, staring at her feet and not looking at him, "Sorry." she murmured, opening the door and walking out.
Vincent closed his eyes and sighed, mouthing "Fuck." (Oh, sure, that's was so Vincent-like.) And slapped his forhead again.
He walked over to the bed and lay back down, Tifa's scent still on the bedspread.
Then there was another knock at the door:
"Hey Vin! You wana go to a new club with me?" Cloud called from the other side of the piece of fine wood.
The ex-turk stood up again with a sigh and opened the door, wondering if he saw Tifa leave or not, "What time are you leaving?"
But Cloud only smiled.
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Tifa sat on the windowcill under the open window, chewing on her fingernail while rocking and watching the rain.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god..." she closed her eyes and shook her head slowly, "Not again... please God, not again. I can't fall in love again..."
Tifa rested her head on her propped up knee, staring at the rain and humming a song to calm herself.
Then she began to daydream about Vincent, imagining that they went farther than they did in his room, but was interrupted by Cloud knocking at her door.
"Yes?" she called, not taking her gaze from the rain. "Hey Tifa! You wana come to a club with me and Vincent tonight?"
The girl then glared at the door coldly, somthing that she had never done before and it hut her eyes, "Fine." she sighed, and heard his heavy boots walk down the hall.
She lept up and ran to the door, opening it and asked him, "Where are you going?" Cloud looked at her over his shoulder, "The job we were hired to do." and winked at her, striding away.
A smile crept across her face and she disappeared back into her room to take a long, hot bath.
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Once Tifa got out of the bath and threw her hair up into a bun as she looked for somthing to wear.
Again, the eager girl dug through her drawers and found a maroon top that shows her belly and the long sleeves hang from her shoulders and hide most of her hands, a black skirt with ruffles, and a pair of crossover high heels.
She pulled out a brush and combed through her hair, tilting her head and wondering how to do her hair. Her reflection beamed at her as she pulled out a curling iron, tapping her chin.
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Vincent stared at the mirror, wondering how he had gotten himself into this. He had a black button-up shirt, black pants, and black shoes. He blinked at his reflection and unbuttoned the three top buttons of his shirt and smirked.
'Wait.. why am I getting so dressed up?' he wondered to himself. Vincent let out a heavy sigh and buttoned up two buttons.
"But Tifa is coming-" he thought, so he just unbuttoned one more and smiled at it.
Cloud walked in wearing a navy short sleeve shirt and blue jeans with black shoes and a black earring.
"So you ready?" he asked, applying another layer of hairgel to his head. What was it? Fifty-one?
Vincent nodded and walked out of the bathroom and to the door silently, having trouble getting comfortable in these new shoes.
His sences detected somone on the other side of the dor. He opened it quickly with his golden claw; only to see Tifa standing there.
She had curled parts of her hair and looked so beautiful, Vincent couldn't help but stare with wide-eyes.
A light shade of pink flushed arcross the girls face and she looked away. "You look nice..." Vincent finally said. 'You look NICE! Now why the hell would he say that? She looks drop-dead GORGEOUS!'
"Oh, thank you..." she replied softly. Vincent removed his gaze from her and walked back in to get Cloud.
He peeked around the door as Cloud asked, "Is that Tifa?" the gunman raised a dark eyebrow and slowly nodded.
Cloud's blue orbs widened and he checked himself again, "Does my hair look okay?" the blonde whispered.
Vincent rolled his eyes, "It's fine, an earthquake couldn't move it." saying it loud enough for Tifa to hear him.
Tifa smiled and put a hand over her mouth to hide her giggles, then noticed the scars and scabs from the blade she used last night.
She widened her eyes and panicked, looking around for somthing just in case her sleeve went up for some reason, since the shirt was tight around her torso then loosened up around her biceps.
Vincent wondered why the hell Cloud would give a damn if Tifa was here or not? He would just have to watch him closely tonight.
Cloud came out of the bathroom and saw Tifa, whom hid her hand behind her back as if he could see right through the fabric.
"Ready?" Tifa asked almost impatiently. Cloud nodded and smiled at her, "You look hott."
Tifa and Vincent raised their eyebrows as Tifa's blush grew heavier, "Tha-thanks..." she stuttered. She couldn't wait to be in the backseat with... oh crap.
Once they got out to the car Cloud ran up to the driver's door and hopped in, starting the car as his dark-haired friends reached the pickup.
Tifa, since her skirt was as short as it was, tried to figure out how to get up without her panties showing.
Vincent recognized her broblem and held out his hand once on the truck. Tifa smiled and gladly took it. He hoisted her up and then sat down with his feet over the side.
There wasn't much space in the back, and Tifa didn't want to be alone, so she sat down beside him and let her legs hang over as well, pressing her knees together and folding her hands in her lap just in case an unwanted draft comes along.
The car began moving slowly, then Cloud put the pedal to the metal once out of the parking lot. Tifa was afraid her hair was going to get ruined, so she secured it by pulling it over her sholder and under her arm.
Vincent made sure that her movements hadn't gone unnoticed, since he was watching her from the corner of his eye.
Just then he heard her sigh, "We really need to get some seats back here..." and she looked at him, frowning because he hadn't taken his eyes off of the street beneath his feet.
"Yeah." he said loud enough for her to hear. Tifa looked twards the sky and closed her eyes, "Any idea on where we're going?" she asked.
It's as if she thought he knew everything, but he just shook his head, "Some club I guess..."
The girl looked at him slyly, playfully poking his arm, and that made him finally look up at her. "Well, duh!" she giggled.
Vincent smiled and watched her take somthing out of her pocket. She handed it to him, "Here."
He gladly took it and put it in his hair. "Your a really good friend, Tifa." she had noticed that he hadn't called her Lockheart since that day in the kitchen, but she was glad he didn't.
'But I suppose that's all I'll ever be to him... a friend...' for a moment those words discusted her, and she turned away with a sharp sigh.
He cocked an eyebrow at her, then looked over his shoulder at Cloud, who was apparently dancing to the radio.
Vincent smiled and tapped Tifa on the shoulder. Her gaze followed his as he pointed to the window. She bit her lip and her cheeks puffed out until she burst out laughing.
Vincent couldn't help but laugh with her, somthing he had almost forgotten to do, and he felt good doing it.
The two pairs of eyes met again, and Vincent slowed down his laugh to a smile as he noticed Tifa's eyes.
Her once happy eyes had grown cold and sad, deeply emotional. He could tell she was suffering; and trying so hard to hide it.
"You look a lot better when you smile, let alone laugh." the girl stated. Vincent blinked and smirked teasingly.
"Even with my bandana on?" he asked, rasing a brow. It was cheesy, she knew, but she giggled at his little joke anyway.
But her fit of laughter and smile stopped suddenly as she saw his serious expression. At night, when the streetlights hit him, he looked so handsome...
She wanted him; badly. But she knew that she could never take that Lucrecia chick's place.
Vincent knew that Tifa was holding back from him, he wasn't retarded. He could read her like an open book, and it worked especially when he gets closer to her than she ever imagined.
They gazed at one another, slowly moving their heads closer and their eyes closing. He wanted her, she wanted him, it plainly worked out but Cloud was sorta in the mix of things.
Cloud stopped rockin' out to the radio once he glanced at his rear-veiw mirror, then slammed on the breaks and sending the two forward, a heartless expression on his face.
Tifa hit her head on the window with a clunk and slid down to a laying position, Vincent did a backwards summersault and hit his right shoulder on the window.
They both burst into another round of laughter as Cloud got out of the car, slamming the door behind him, "Sorry guys."
Confused and with a headache, Tifa sat up and looked around, "We here?" she asked, scooting off of the truck.
Vincent followed after rubbing his shoulder, "Geeze Cloud, are you that drunk already or are you just that bad at driving?"
Tifa laughed and accidentally snorted a few seconds later. Her eyes widened and she hid her mouth and nose behind her hands while the two guys laughed until they had to hold their sides to prevent from falling over.
Making a face, she punched them both. "Ow!" they whined as Tifa walked to the other side of the car to the passanger seat.
Cloud and Vincent smirked at eachother as Tifa opened the door, digging through the glove compartment.
Her fingers came across a small vile and she quickly sprayed the vanilla perfume she had hidden there.
All three met up again and walked to the entrance, eager to go inside. Of course, there was a bodyguard there, and a line, so it took a few minutes of waiting.
They then all turned to a black stretched limo as someone squealed with delight. The driver got out and walked over to the backseat door and opened it.
Tifa's eyes grew wide as a tall man with long silver hair emerged. He had on a smooth red silk button-up shirt with cuffs and a collar, black leather pants, and boots taht complimented the whole outfit.
Tons of girls began to crowd arround him with notebooks and pens, but his guards would not let them near him, he just simply smiled and waved at the girls as they practically flooded the street with drool.
"Who the hell is that?" Tifa wondered, but Cloud felt as if he knew him from somewhere.
Vincent frowned and said, "He's the most famous guy in town. Master Sephiroth, the worst son of a bitch you could ever meet."
The man called Sephiroth stopped when he saw the tall, dark gunman. "Why, hello, Vincent." he smirked, striding over to the trio.
He removed his glasses to reveal emerald eyes that sparkled, "It IS you! What are you doing in a place like this?"
Vincent crossed his arms and wished he had never came. That's two possible threats to get in the way of him and Tifa.
"And who is this charming young lady?" his green eyes admired her figure as he took her hand and bowed.
Tifa and Cloud's eyes widen with suprise, Vincent was just pissed, and Sephiroth was just showing off.
Then the wealthy man turned to the guard at the door and said, "They are with me."
Watching the buff guard nod, Sephiroth lead them inside, with the group of girls calling after him and saying that Tifa was a lucky bitch.
Her fingertips moved up to the bridge of her nose as she shook her head with a sigh, and Vincent glanced over his shoulder at her.
Septhiroth pushed open a loud colored neon green door to meet a black room with many colorful lights and futurstic-looking decorations.
It was, dare they say it, retro. The first to speak was Tifa, "Oh wow!" and she quickly walked down the stairs, followed by Sephiroth.
Vincent started to follow as well when Cloud puled out his vibrating cell phone.
"Hello? Oh, Hey Aeris!" Cloud beamed, and Vincent just left him there to find Sephiroth and Tifa dancing like professionals on the floor.
"You dance pretty well!" Sephiroth yelled over the music, causing Tifa to smile, "You too."
Another song came on and Tifa grinned, "I love this song!" she told him. "Me too!" he smiled, their dance moves going more quicker.
Vincent sat at the bar watching him in case he tries anything. 'You can't play innocent with me, Sephiroth. I know what you are, and I know what your after.' this thought eachoed in his head and he made a face.
The nezt song was a bit slower so they had time to catch their breath. The silver haired man held Tifa closely by her waist, making her blush.
They danced awhile, except closer than last time, and as the song came to an end, Sephiroth draped his arms around her again, lowering his head.
Vincent quickly stood up and walked over quickly, then noticed that Sephiroth had formed fangs.
Tifa felt a bit woozy and she rest her head on his shoulder, Sephiroth smiled and lowered his mouth to her neck, whispering, "Your mine."
"Tifa!" Cloud called from a few yards away. Cloud immedeately knew what he was dealing with: competition.
Sephiroth looked up as Tifa turned to face the blonde. She smiled and walked over, "Yeah?"
"I have to talk to you." Cloud said, glaring coldly at Sephiroth. She nodded slowly and said, "O..kay.."
Vincent had stopped and sat back down at the bar, 'Thank you Cloud!' he thought sarcastically. Cloud had opened the doors to meet the crowd of girls from outside, but Sephiroth was nowhere to be found.
Tifa sat beside Cloud on the steps, staring at the pavement. "Aeris says 'hi'." he muttered, wondering how she would react. "Oh," Tifa sighed.
"How's her mission going?" she asked, metting his eyes with her own. "Pretty well, she said she would be here in time to get to that Hotel Ball and I asked her if she would go with me-"
He stopped, knowing that he had upset her just by saying the 'A' word. "Oh, that's nice." she sighed quietly, and stood up.
She wanted to get away from Cloud right then for the first time, and looked around to see where to go.
"OH MY GOSH! IS THAT A RACOON IN OUR CAR?" Tifa yelled, running as fast as her heels could carry her.
The sad, hurt girl hid behind the tall buses and began walking to a nearby playground. It obviously had been abandoned because of it's old age and broken equipment.
She sat n a swing quietly and dug her toes in the sand, hoping the swing wouldn't break so she'd fall on her butt.
A crackling noise from the sand became louder and it came twards her. She looked up with glazed eyes and saw Vincent. Well, he was way better than being alone.
"What's the matter?" he asked, sitting on the swing next to him. Tifa looked away and sighed, "Nothing."
Vincent didn't believe her for a moment, "Cloud said I should check up on you since you obviously are mad at him."
Her neck snapped to look at him, "I'm not mad!" she almost screamed. She stood up and stood before him with her hands on her hips, "And how the hell would you know? Or even care about my love life, Vincent Valentine?"
Vincent sigehd and stood up, looking down at her. Her expression soon faded into a blank one as he stated, "Because-- I have had my heart broken once before as well."
Tifa thought she was going to cry. Poor Vincent. He looked so hurt right now, trying not to remember Lucrecia right then.
Vincent shook his sadness away and put his hand on Tifa's cheek, which she gladly leant into as he added, "But that won't stop me from having other relationships," he gulped, "Especially with you..."
Tifa's eye widened as he leant down, locking lips before she could say anything. It felt weird, but also right to kiss him, she had known him for a pretty long time and was comfortable with it.
Vincent wrapped his claw around her waist and pulled her closer. Tifa put her hands up to his chest as his hand slid over her hairline and intertwined his fingers in her chocolate locks.
She slowly closed her eyes and deepened the kiss with great passion, pressing her body as close as she could to his.
Startled, Vincent winced at her movement and pulled away. Tifa bit her lip and stared back at him, streams of tears spilling over her cheeks.
Vincent made a face and whispered, "Tifa..." while wiping away her tears. She smiled at him as he lowered his head to her ear whispering softly, "I want you."
Her jaw dropped as Vincent tightly hugged her. 'He wants.. ME! Oh Gods, this is akward...'
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Pacing in her room, Tifa glaced at the clock. It was almost two-thirty in the morning and she had been thinking about what Vincent had said all night.
She was in a long sleeve white button-up shirt that was long enough for her body.
She sat down on her bed and chewed on her nail again, staring at the window as it began to rain once again. "It's been doing that a lot lately..." she sighed disappointed.
Then she thought about his words again, and smiled to herself. "I have to tell him how I feel!" she gasped, and walked to her door.
She yanked it open and turned to the corner to see two shadows in the hall. She squinted to try to focus.
"Hello?" she asked, taking a step closer. One of the shadows turned to look at her with red eyes. Her eyes widened as her eyes focused and saw a familiar face.
"Vincent?" she gasped. Vincent dropped the limp body onto the ground, blood on his mouth with fangs.
"Tifa!" he exclaimed, slowly approching her. Tifa backed away, then turned and ran to the lobby with Vincent calling after her.
'He was lieing! He was LIEING!' she screamed in her head, tears running down her cheeks as she pushed open the doors and ran outside into the rain.
"TIFA!" Vincent called, following her outside.
She looked back over her shoulder at Vincent. Picking up the pace, Tifa sprinted to try and get into the car, but she bumped into something and fell into the mud.
Vincent was standing over her, and she let out a scream, "STAY AWAY FROM ME!" and grabbed onto the nearest pebble and threw it at him.
Vincent easily doged it and looked back at where Tifa fell, but she was running back to te hotel.
The young martial-artist ran back up to her room, her shirt completely see-through from the rain, and shut and locked her door behind her.
Tifa quickly ran into the bathroom, pulling out the sharpest razor and pulling up her sleeve.
Pressing the hardest on her wrist, she let a stream of blood run down her arm. Dizzyness came over and and she stumbled back, ramming into the bathroom doorway and dropping the blade.
She looked around with slightly blurred vision and saw Vincent walking twards her.
Vincent stood in front of her and took her into an embrace, though she was weakening and pounded lightly on his chest.
"Let me go!" she sobbed. Vincent had the overpowering smell of blood surround him, he grabbed her right wrist and stared at the stream of blood.
Horrifyed that Tifa had done this to herself, and seeing old scars and new ones, Vincent's crimson orbs glaced at Tifa's face.
He stared at the blood again that had made her sleeve red as well, he lowered his head and brought up her hand, drinking and licking away the thick liquid.
"No.. please stop... Vincent..." she protested, but silenced the tears when he put his arm around her.
The vampire that she loved dearly took her wrist away, some of her blood stil on his lips and on the fangs he had grown from his canine teeth.
"Tifa-" Vincent murmured, lifting her up and throwing her on her bed. He had the door locked, so there wasn't any worry.
Tifa closed her eyes and tried to get up, but a great amount of pressure came atop of her body, and she couldn't move.
Vincent stared down at her face as he nudged his way between her legs, once again rocking his hips while licking at her wrist once more.
She tasted so good to him, and he needed to be with her, to protect her, and to love her.
Slowly Vincent took off his cloak and tossed it aside, then lowered his face to crush his lips agenst Tifa's.
Tifa, on the other hand, was aroused by his touch and wasn't scared anymore. She wanted him inside of her, her hands were eager to touch every part of him as she slowly brought them up his shirt.
Vincent winced at her warm fingers lightly touching his skin and felt the heat rise in his chest once again. He thought it would keep her going, so he opened her mouth with his lips and slid in his tongue.
This startled Tifa a bit, but she was loving what he was doing. Her spine tingled and shivered when his hand went down her thigh and he applied more pressure to her hips.
Vincent moved his claw up to the top of her shirt and began to unbutton it one by one. Once at the bottom, he moved away the damp shirt to only see the middle of her body.
The dark shadow of his being made her get even more eager to have him. Tifa let out a gasp as Vincent licked her from her belly to her collar bone with his hot tongue, causing her to arch her back.
Tifa moaned as Vincent slid his hand between her legs, gently rubbing her sweetspot with his finger.
"Ah-- Vincent... stop.." she sighed in a shaky voice. Vincent smirked and took his hand away, "Stop?" he asked, teasing her neck with his tongue again.
"Uh, no, I mean..." Tifa was pulled up, arms wrapping around her waist as she eagerly undid his pants.
Vincent looked down and watched her, but pulled her up to his hips before she could finish. Tifa hugged his neck and pressed her chest into him.
Vincent groaned in her ear, using his claw to support himself, wishing that their underwear would just disappear and he could claim her as his.
Pushing her up to the headboard, Vincent bucked his hips every few seconds and it made Tifa squeak.
She dug her nails into the pillows as his hips hit hers with great force, wrapping her legs around him.
Vincent slid his claw from the wall to her panties, tightly tugging at them to get them off.
But then Tifa grew quiet and put her hands on her underwear so they would stay up. Vincent looked at Tifa with a confused expression.
Tifa looked away for she could not bear to keep her eyes on him, "Vincent," but he only blinked to show that he was listening.
"I-- can't..." she whispered.
The ex-turk sighed quietly and sat back to look at her after letting her go. Her eyes met his gaze and she looked as if she would cry again.
"I'm sorry." he said, hanging his head and collecting his cloak. She had stopped him once again, obviously she didn't want to be his, so there was no use on trying to persue the situation any further.
He walked to the door and reached for the knob as Tifa's mind barked at her, 'Don't just let him go! Go after him! NOW!'
Tifa obeyed her head and jumped up, running over to hug his waist from behind. She rested her head on his back, his long hair brushing agenst her face and made him stop.
"Don't leave..." she pleaded. But she did moan for him, and wanted to him badly enough to come after him.
"Tifa, this isn't right." he said in his low tone. She only tightened her grip. "NO!" she commanded, and Vincent stopped, afraid to move from her.
"Your not walking away from me." she said after a short silence. Vincent turned around in her arms and lfted her chin, kissing her tenderly.
Her hands stroked his back as she pulled away, "I love you Vincent."
"Ah-" the gunman inhaled sharply. She had finally come out and said it, but it ashamed him because of how he had scared her.
"Tifa... I'm glad." he murmured. She smiled up at him and kissed him once more, never wanting him to be the absence of his arms.
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Vincent sat up in bed and looked around, rubbing his eyes to focus from the morning light.
He looked over to the other bed in the room and saw Cloud hanging off of the bed halfway. Vincent chuckled and thought it would be entertaining if he fell off of the bed.
But something cought his attention outside of his window. Vincent slowly walked over and saw Tifa, standing in the rain with her usual tank top, skirt, and suspenders on.
Thoughts of last night flooded back into his mind, and he could still taste her blood in his mouth. He shivered.
Tifa closed her eyes and sighed through her nose, drenched by the rain. She looked at the boy's window and saw Vincent watching her.
But it was like he was prohibited from seeing her from under the clothing, and that was why he was surely not going to stop from trying.
A limo pulled up beside her, and Vincent almost sprinted down to get to Tifa. 'He will not have her, and he lousy for trying.'
Tifa looked at the tinted window and walked over, bending over and supporting herself by placing her hands on her knees.
The window rolled down and the man sitting inside it pulled down his glasses, "Hello again, beautiful. I didn't know you were staying here too."
Tifa blushed at him compliment and nodded. He arched a brow at her, "Why in Gods name are you standing out here?"
The girl let out a nervous laugh, "Well, I don't know, I just--"
"Because you look very enchating when your hair is wet like that." Master Sephiroth said. "Uh.." Tifa gushed.
"Would you like to take a ride with me?" he asked, taking off his glasses and tossing his long silver hair back.
"Um.." she began, chewing on her nail. She stopped when a shoadow loomed over her.
"Vincent! How nice of you to join us!" Sephiroth beamed. Vincent frowned behind his collar, moving his gaze to Tifa.
"Could you excuse us for a second?" he asked quietly. Tifa nodded and waved to Spehiroth before walking to the door.
Vincent leaned over and put his arm above the window, "What are you trying to pull?" he asked harshly.
Sephiroth smirked, "I only want the girl." he scoffed at him. Vincent wrickled his forehead, "Don't you ever come near Tifa again!" he growled.
The silver haired man put his hands up in defence, "Hey, now, let's not be rash, shall we?" his tone sarcastic.
"I only want her blood. I'm not looking for love... like you." Vincent made a fist and stood up.
"Don't make the same mistake and lose another woman. Besides, I havn't seen you claim her yet." the window rolled up and the driver sped away.
Vincent watched the vehicle until it was out of sight, "Smart ass." he grumbled.
He slowly walked back inside and to his room, pasing Tifa's door and noticed that it was open.
He peeked inside and received a glare from Tifa, it made him shiver.
"What the hell was that all about?" Tifa asked, her voice a bit angered. "Nothing." he assured, crossing his arms and closing the door with his foot as she walked over to him.
"It didn't sound like nothing!"
Vincent started to get upset, "I said it's none of your business!" he growled, trying to control his temper.
"I think it is if your talking about me! What did you say to him!" she gritted her teeth madly.
"Well, Tifa," he started, "I was just telling him that it's not cool to pick up little girl off of the street."
"LITTLE GIRL!" Tifa screamed, causing Vincent to wince under his cloak. "What the hell are you talking about? It wasn't like I was going to have sex with him or anything!"
Vincent only sent a look at her that plainly showed that he didn't believe her.
"You think I was going to have SEX with him?" she asked, her voice cold and direct.
Vincent just looked away. She made two fists with her hands and wrinkled her forehead hard.
"Answer me damnit!" she ordered.
"Tifa, don't-"
"No! I want to know your answer!" she scolded.
"Tifa, stop it..." Vincent protested.
"Tell me NOW!" she yelled, sending a punch twards his gut. Vincent quickly grabbed her wrist with his claw, fangs bared and eyes glowing red. It scared her to see him like this.
"Don't piss me off, Tifa!" he spat, tightening his grip. Tifa winced in pain, "Ow, Vincent, stop!"
"Stop? You want me to STOP?" he sneered, tightening the claw more.
"Vincent! Your hurting me!" Tifa said, her eyes glazing over and trying to pull free.
As tight as he possibly could, the vampire held her wrist as tight as he could. "Hurt? HURT! How the hell do you think I feel with you yelling at me?" her wrist began to stream down rivers of crimson.
Tifa stared at him and gasped greatly to scream, "VINCENT!"
And it hit him like a smack in the face. Wait, it was a smack in the face. His eyes returned to normal and his fangs retreated like scared dogs into normal teeth again.
Tifa's legs seemed to crumble beneath her as she collapsed to her knees on the floor, sobbing. She hid her face with her non-bleeding hand, a puddle of blood forming on the floor.
Vincent gasped at what he had done, kneeling before the shaky girl. He reached out his hand to touch her, but she pushed it away and avoided looking at him. "And to think..." she whispered mainly to herself, but Vincent heard it.
Tifa quickly stood up and brushed past him, still in tears. It tok him awhile for him ro realize that he had filled her with hatred for him, along with sadness and hurt.
"Tifa! Wait!" he called after her, staring at the blood on his gauntlet. "What was I thinking?" he wondered, then looked back at the door and felt his eyes begin to sting. "Tifa..."
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Cloud sighed and walked over to the door as he heard a knock. "Hello?" he asked, pulling on the knob.
His eyes widened with shock as he saw Tifa standing there, her right arm gear bleeing and scratched. "Can I talk to you?" Tifa asked, still trying to sound like she hadn't been crying, but Cloud could tell.
He nodded and let her in, closing the door behind her as she sat on the bed and stared at the floor. "What's wrong?" he asked, sitting beside her and placing a hand on her quivering shoulder.
"I have to tell you somthing..." she said, raising her arm for him to see it, "It's about Vincent..."
The blonde's eyes grew wide with shock and he took her into his arms, "Oh, Tifa... I'm so sorry..." Tifa shook her head, "Don't be."
He pulled away enough to see her face but still had his arms around her, "What was it that you needed to tell me?"
The chocolate-haired girl took a sharp sigh and with a shaky voice she began, "Well, I think that Vincent.. could help us with the job. He..."
Cloud blinked, waiting for her to finish. Tifa looked at her arm and closed her eyes, sending another river of tears escape from her eyes.
"I think he's a vampire."
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Another cliff hanger! Sorry if it was short (again) but I ran out of ideas for this chapter... two more to go! please reveiw!
Vincent: (growls) I hate you...
Gah! eh, heh heh, cookie? (sweatdrop)