Writer's Note: Though this is not my first posted fanfiction, it is the one I have been working on the longest. I intend for this to be more in depth with many more scenes in the future, but I decided to only post the parts of the game involving Heather and Vincent since I love pairing the two of them together. With this version of the story I am trying to keep their characters true to themselves as best as I can but I do have to tweak the story a bit for it to work out in my favor. Reviews, feedback, and suggestions welcome. I hope you enjoy!

IN THE BEGINNING

(Epilogue)

Flames burn hot in the catacombs as thousands of candles are laid out in a large circle around a bloody, painted, symbol of The Halo of the Sun. Kaufmann stands over Dahlia who is lying naked on the floor over the symbol. In the circle along side her are critters such as snakes, tarantulas, and rats. Kaufmann reads from The Book of Lost Memories, then after finishing the passage he lays on top of her. Members of The Order chant as they witness the two of them copulate. As their bodies climax, the flames from the candles erupt in huge balls of fire around them. The ritual is a success.

(7 years pass)

Alessa sits on her living room floor with her hands over a pile of books. With her eyes closed, she concentrates hard. She groans struggling, trying to keep her mind on the task as hard as she can. The Halo of the Sun shines through the skin of her forehead then fades. She takes a deep breath concentrating hard again and the symbol appears a second time.

"That's it, concentrate," Dahlia commands from her chair beside her.

Alessa opens her eyes. Their natural green color are now a pale gray. Her forehead symbol grows brighter and the pages of the books begin to turn on their own. Slow at first but then it is like a gust of wind blows through them causing them to fan again and again.

"Good keep going!"

Alessa's eyes turn back to their natural green and the symbol disappears from her forehead once again. She whines frustrated, "I can't do it mommy." She rubs her eyes.

"Yes you can Alessa. You're just not trying hard enough."

Alessa shouts at her, "I'm trying as hard as I can! I can't do it! Why can't I just read the books?"

"Alessa... if you learn to use your powers correctly you will be able to know every word in the book without even having to open the covers."

"But why me? Why am I the one who always has to be different. Why can't I just be like all the other kids?"

"Alessa... you are making mommy very angry. Just do as you are told."

"I don't want these stupid powers! I just want a normal life with a normal mom!" She storms out of the room crying and runs up to her bedroom.

Kaufmann walks into the room while smoking a pipe, unsure of what happened after he had stepped out. "What's with all the shouting?"

Dahlia sighs, "Alessa is refusing to cooperate Michael. I don't know what to do with her. She doesn't understand how important her powers mean to the future of this town. If she doesn't learn to control them The Order might take matters into their own hands."

Maybe you're pushing her too hard. With all the stress she goes through at school, being called a witch, and then coming home only to be pressured by her mother who treats her like some kind of lab animal-"

Dahlia laughs interrupting him, "You talk as if your plans are not the same as mine. I know you want her to take control just as much as I do. Without her we will never get this town operational like we want. We have to move faster or we might have to end this and start all over from the beginning."

"Maybe we misunderstood something from the book. Maybe it really is hard for Alessa to gain control of her powers. After all, even though she possesses the strength of Samael himself, she is still only a little girl."

Dahlia approaches Kaufmann, "Maybe you're right. She clearly is not the one to handle such responsibility. We need a child who is really willing to commit."

"But in order to do that we would need to extract the power Alessa already has and transfer it into another. How would we do that?"

Dahlia stands silently for a moment thinking then looks up at him, "I'll keep trying for now." She moves past him then stops at the end of the stairs in the hall to look back at him. "I just want to make this clear, the only reason you are still a part of this is because without you, we couldn't perform the ritual. But don't for a moment think that she is our daughter. There is no we after this is all done." Kaufmann just gives her a scowl and a nod. She then turns back to the stairs and makes her way up to Alessa's room.

Alessa is sitting on her quilted bed drawing in her sketchbook still angry at her mother. She is drawing a picture of an Apparition with dark crayons. Dahlia knocks on the door then enters without Alessa's consent. She opens the door wide then looks to the many pictures of monsters she has covering the walls. Day by day the collection has grown bigger. Soon there will be no more unused space.

"Alessa, why do you draw these pictures?"

"They're pictures of my classmates."

"Really? Who is this then?" She points to a drawing of an Insane Cancer on the wall.

"That's Tyler. He eats everything. I'm surprised he has not eaten himself yet."

Dahlia points to another drawing that has a Closer on it. "And this one?"

"That's Vincent. He sits next to me at school."

"Oh yeah, I know him. He's a cute one."

Alessa sticks out her tongue and shakes her head disgusted. "No way, yuck!"

"Why did you draw him with such big lips?"

"Because every day he tries to kiss me. He is so gross."

"Why don't you like him?"

"He's a boy and boys have cooties. Besides all he does is read his book. He is so boring and never wants to play games. Nobody likes him."

As Dahlia looks over yet another drawing she finds it is a normal picture of a girl with long blond hair and dressed in a dark cloak, "Is this one your friend Claudia?"

"Yeah she is really nice to me. She is not like everyone else. She never calls me names. She is a bit weird though. She sometimes tells me she loves me."

Dahlia laughs, "Don't worry. One day everyone will grow to love you. I promise."

(7 more years later)

Alessa stands in front of her locker at school preparing her books for the evening when Vincent sneaks up behind her. He takes her by the shoulders and spins her around, then presses himself up against her, slamming her back against the locker door. He immediately nuzzles his nose into her neck and nibbles at her ear.

"Oh my god, Vincent. You scared me half to death."

He whispers in a low, sensuous voice, "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself when I saw you standing here, all alone, with the hem of your skirt dancing around your knees." He tries to slide a hand up her thigh and under her skirt, but she takes it into her own to stop him. "Come on Alessa. Don't be like that. Tell you what, how about you come over to my place tonight and we'll see where things take us?"

"Vincent, I can't. I have bible study with Claudia tonight and you know how she gets if I play hookie. Besides, you have your clergy studies to think about."

He rests his forehead against hers and looks deep into her eyes. The rims of his glasses pinch at her nose. "I'd be willing to say to hell with the clergy if it meant even just one night with you."

He leans in and gives her a passionate, wet, kiss right on the lips. It's not the first time they've committed such sin but it is as far as Alessa has allowed it to go. She melts into him, unable to resist his advances.

"You always know just what to say, don't you?" Alessa says with steamy breath.

He gives her a wide smile. It is one she can't help but think makes him look like a creep but also charming somehow. It's as if he can only express such a smile when he is around her. She finds it hard every time not to let Vincent ravage her on the spot. With this heavy breath in her ear, his soft lips against her skin, and his young, toned, body against her own, he sends her hormones flying through the roof. But at the same time she knows it is against everything the school teaches and despite all the hatred she receives, she still wants to be a good student.

Vincent continues to kiss at her jaw and neck doing everything he can to convince her to change her mind. Suddenly they are interrupted by someone coughing at them from just a few feet down the hall. They both turn to find one of their classmates giving them the stink eye and it puts an immediate halt on the mood.

"Well isn't this just a wondrous sight. The witch and the weirdo mingling so vigorously.

Alessa grumbles, "What do you want, Christabella?"

"Well for you two to stop performing premarital sex in the school's hallways for one," she whips.

Vincent takes a step back and they both make themselves decent.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that kissing someone was on the same level as intercourse," Alessa whips back at her.

"It might as well be seeing the way you two were just going at it. Need I remind you that this is public property which means I could have you both written up for indecency? And Vincent, aren't you planing on becoming a father of the church? For shame that you would commit such acts during the same time you are performing your studies."

"How about you just mind your own beeswax, Christabella?" Vincent snaps at her.

"Oh we'll just see about what the elders consider my business," she replies snootily then disappears into one of the classrooms.

Just then Claudia shows up carrying an armful of books. "So are you ready to go?" She asks Alessa timidly. She suddenly notices Vincent. "Oh, I'm sorry. Are you planning to join us?" She asks not wanting to be rude but inside she prays that he will say no.

"No, I uh... nothing. I'll just get out of your hair." He gives Alessa a disappointed look then turns to walk down the hall.

"What was that about?" Claudia asks.

Alessa just shrugs. "Um... see you later, Vincent," she calls to him.

He keeps his shoulders slumped and doesn't even give her a second glance. She feels a pinprick strike at her heart seeing him so down.

"So you ready?" Claudia asks again.

"Yeah. Let's go."

(Later)

Alessa continues to struggle to use her powers to their fullest abilities and has started to refuse running tests with her mother who has become impatient with her disobedience. She sits in her room drawing when Dahlia enters.

"All I am asking you to do is try. Why can't you just do as you are told?"

"Because I am tired mother. I am tired of everything. Trying to understand these powers, being different, having a mother who doesn't treat me like her daughter but rather some kind of experiment. I am also tired of all the kids at school making fun of me. Calling me a witch. Why even give me these powers in the first place if all they do is make those around me hate and fear me?"

"That doesn't seem to be the case with that Vincent boy." Alessa looks up at her surprised at how she could know about that. Dahlia smirks at her. "Don't think I haven't noticed you sneaking away from your church lessons to meet up with him elsewhere."

"So what if we do? He is the only person other than Claudia who treats me normally. He keeps me from all the bad thoughts I have in my head. Ones about killing everyone in this whole stinking town. Lately he has even been singing The Holy Hymn to me and I like it. It brings me comfort and happiness. Almost like nothing else in the world matters but him."

Dahlia grows annoyed at the idea that her daughter has strayed so far from her duties. "Is that so? Well I suppose this means you won't have to worry about anyone making you sad ever again."

Alessa looks to her with hope in her eyes. "What do you mean? Are you going to do something about people teasing me?"

"Yeah, I'm going to do something about it. And I'm going to do it right now." She steps out of the room and slams the bedroom door shut.

Alessa hears the lock slide into place. She stands up from her desk to run over to the door. "Mom, what are you doing?"

"You've been a very bad girl Alessa. You have disobeyed your mother for the last time and now you're going to be punished."

Alessa can hear the sound of something liquid being pored onto the hardwood floor of the hallway. Then a match being lit. She sets her ear against the door to listen more closely. She can hear her mother head down the stairs and out the front door. Smoke begins to seep in from under the doorway into her room. She becomes frightened and confused.

"Mom?" She cries out as she frantically tries to open the door. She bangs her fists on it panicking. "Mom let me out!" Her screams become louder and louder as she watches the door set ablaze, then the floor, and ceiling quickly turns from white to black. "Mom I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be a bad girl! I didn't mean to yell at you, please mommy!" She runs to the window and sees Kaufmann looking up at her. "Father! Father please help me!"

Kaufmann looks away unable to bare the sound of her sweet voice in agony. The house bursts into flames and eventually collapses into a pile of rubble. He almost sheds a tear but Dahlia steps up to him and places a hand on his shoulder. They exchange no words.

HELL ON EARTH

The next morning Dahlia and Kaufmann search the rubble and find Alessa still alive but very badly burnt and hardly breathing. They take her to the Alchemilla Hospital and place her in the care of the head nurse, Lisa. They discover that Alessa is trapped in a circling coma from which she can not be awakened. The sight of her burnt body disgusts Lisa and she isn't sure she can take on the responsibility. She looks down at her pill bottle full of White Chrism and pops one into her mouth. The taste of the drug helps to calm her. She overhears their conversation in the next room.

"Michael, what are we going to do? How could she have survived the fire?" Asks Dahlia.

"Apparently Alessa is a lot more powerful than we thought, but I think that if we keep her this way we might be able to control her powers without her even realizing it."

"But if she has the power of Samael inside her then why is it that she can't use them? Are they dormant or somehow incomplete?"

"No. I think what it is, is she does not have the willpower to control Samael, which means if we transfer his power into that of a willing recipient we will have better luck."

"Then I have the perfect child in mind. I found him over at Wish House Orphanage just a few days ago. His name is Walter Sullivan."

"Oh yeah, I have heard about that kid. Top of his class and spends a lot of time studying The Book. So then what are we going to do with Alessa?"

"Well leave her be for now. As long as she is immobile we wont have to worry about her and it will give us plenty of time to set up the next ritual."

Lisa gasps in horror then covers her mouth. She prays neither of them heard her as she runs to Alessa's room. Alessa still lies unconscious on her recovery bed. Her hands rest together over her chest that are all now wrapped in thick bandages that are soaked in blood. Her chest moves up and down slowly as she struggles to breathe. Lisa sits down in a chair next to her and runs her fingers over Alessa's brow.

"You poor child. How could they do something like this?"

Catching Lisa off guard, Alessa opens her eyes and stares at her. Her eyes shine like two large emeralds as she takes in a deep gasping breathe. Lisa jumps from her set, nearly falling over the chair and presses her back against the wall.

Alessa struggles to speak through her bandages, "Help me." She reaches out her right hand rolling over onto her side as large portions of blood begin to seep out from underneath her soaking the bed.

Lisa cries in fear, pressing her back even harder against the wall. The blood continues to spill over the floor then climbs up over the walls. Lisa stands unable to move as she watches the entire room become coated with blood.

(Several days later)

Alessa twitches in her bed while having a nightmare.

Lisa watches her from her bedside crying and talking to herself, "Why won't she stop bleeding? I change the bandages but the blood and puss just keep seeping through. Why? What is keeping this child alive?"

She then notices Alessa stirring. She opens her eyes and stares into Lisa's. Her eyes begin to glow again and Lisa can see the Halo of the Sun symbol glow on her forehead. Lisa's heart jumps to her throat fearing that she is about to experience the horrific blood room once again. Instead a bright light forms on the bed next to her. Lisa watches in amazement as the body of a baby girl appears in front of her. She looks at Alessa in confusion. With her hand shaking she takes out her pills and pops the last one into her mouth. Alessa holds the baby out to her and then points to the door. With little hesitation, Lisa takes the baby from her hands, and heads for the door.

Kaufmann hears the sound of Lisa's car door close and runs out to the parking lot. He watches as she drives off towards the way out of town. Confused and worried he runs to Alessa's room finding her in a puddle of her own blood.

Lisa speeds the whole way until she sees the sign reading Thank you for visiting Silent Hill. She reaches to take another pill from her pill bottle only to be reminded that the bottle is empty. She takes one more look at the baby girl in the seat next to her and decides to pull over. She holds the child in her arms, praying that someone will find her, then sets her on the ground next to the road. She wraps the baby tightly in a blanket, gets back in her car, and drives back to the hospital.

Entering the hospital driveway, Kaufmann awaits her arrival. As she steps out of the car, he approaches her, "What were you doing? Where did you go?" He grabs her by the hair on the back of her head and pulls her closer to him.

"I had to go back to my place for a minute," she cries.

"Don't lie to me! I saw you heading out of town so what were you doing?"

"Nothing I swear."

Kaufmann gives her a sinister grin. "Well see about that." Using his handbag he strikes her in the head knocking her unconscious.

The next morning Harry and his wife find the child on their way out of Silent Hill.

(Events of Silent Hill 1 happens then the story of Silent Hill 3 begins)