A/N: Hi guys sorry for the SUPER long wait, I've been finding time to write hard, please don't give up on me though as I certainly haven't on this story!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I'm just borrowing them!
Vincent walked in the door with some more of Cat's favourite soup, as he glided into the bedroom her frowned when he saw Catherine wasn't in bedroom, when he couldn't see her in the room he decided to check in the bathroom – she wasn't the either.
Vincent went back to the bedroom and brushed his hands along the sheets hoping warmth would mean she was close by, they were cold.
"Damn it!" He cursed out loud.
All of Catherine's possessions seemed to be in order; Vincent checked the draws and wardrobes, nothing noticeable was missing at least. So where had she gone?
The first port of protocol – call Tess and J.T.
The phone rang and rang so after the tenth time Vincent gave up and left a message.
"Hey guys it's Vincent, I was just wondering if Cat's with you. She's not at home and I'm a little worried considering she's still poorly, please call me back as soon as you get this. Bye."
He scaled around all of the usual places that would be open at 5am, the park, the little coffee shop around the corner and even her mom's grave-site. She was nowhere to be found.
Heading back home willing himself to believe that when he walked through the door he'd find her back in their bed he pushed himself to walk forcefully through the heavy rain.
Soaked to the skin he dashed back into his room and there was still no sign of his beautiful fiancée.
In fear and frustration an irrational stray tear slipped from his eye dripping off of his jaw.
Drip Drip Drip..
A steady stream of annoying drips of water kept splatting on Cat's forehead no matter where she moved they'd find her, the pillows beneath her had become considerably damp, her hair started to get matted and clung to her neck making her feel suffocated.
Catherine had figured out that James must have first made her sick the night her and Vincent had Chinese, she always had the same meal so it would've been easy to do, those drugs were starting to relinquish now though. She didn't feel like death any more just woozy- extremely woozy, Cat guessed these new drugs are there to make her co-operative. As if!
Cramps had riddled her body and hunger had begun to subside as she filled the void with substantial amounts of water (drugged water), which James must replace when she is asleep.
Catherine hadn't seen James in what she calculated to maybe around four days now, hence the cramping four days restrained in the same position can be pretty painful, she was hand and foot cuffed the hand cuffs only allowing her enough access to reach her water class.
How much longer was he going to keep her for? What was he waiting for? It was made clear enough in her eyes that he'd been warned- she would NEVER leave Vincent!
God Vincent! Where was he? She hoped he was okay. He must be going crazy with worry.
Once they'd gone on holiday together and it got so busy that Cat got sucked into the vortex of the crowed, she was panicked and stranded all alone in a foreign country; she had sat down in a bench and cried for three straight hours. He'd found her then! Joking around saying he had found her through his super abilities and that they would always find their way to one another. God how she wished that was true right this second.
Catherine heard movement outside, whistling rang throughout the warehouse, and it sent chills up her spine. James sauntered in like he owned the place – maybe he did! Who knows? He scooted in behind her and cupped her breast through the thin top she wore, Catherine clamped her eyes shut willing him to be a nightmare, James just fell asleep like that he didn't remove his hands but he didn't do anything else either. He was testing the boundaries, seeing how well isolation and drugs had been in order to make her compliant.
Catherine opened her eyes and kept them fixated on a wall, she was going to let him think he'd crushed her and then when the moment arises- BAM- she'll be free!
Eyes began to burn but Vincent didn't care he just kept those hazel orbs on the clock.
When Tess called to say they hadn't seen Cat he still tried not to panic but after 6 hours of no word from her he called the cops, of course you have to wait 48 hour until an adult can be classed as a missing persons, they even tried to suggest Cat just left him considering there was no forced entry. What bullshit! Why leave her things if that's the case? Catherine would never do that to him.
NO he needed to find her and now! He just needed clues.
Vincent racked his brain trying to think of things, he remembered the night they had Chinese the delivery guy had looked cagey, Vincent thought nothing of it but now, now it was pretty damn suspicious.
He was going to pay the guy a little visit.
Vincent had found the guys residence after tearing down the city trying to locate him, he stood pounding at the door but no one answered.
That's fine he'd just stay here all night pounding on the door until someone came.
Bang Bang Bang..
Intense knocking battered on around Cat and she wondered what the hell was going on around her, shouting lots of shouting, James's hold tightened on her pulling into him. She squirmed that just made him apply more pressure against her breasts causing a ripple of pain to stab through them.
Eventually the knocking became inconsistent and lighter as if the source had burnt out, all shouting ceased and Cat's world faded in to darkness as sleep deprivation and drugs took her body and mind into the un-consciousness.
Consciousness slowly returned back to Vincent, he had beaten on that damn door for hours and no one came, the occupants can be damned if they think he won't come back Vincent would go there every day until his last- if he had too.
Vincent wracked his brain trying to think of things to do before he lost his sanity- he needed to go see J.T he would know what to do!
A/N: I hope you liked it! If they're are any mistakes please point them out tome and I shall fix 'em. :D x