Hot Shot's girl: This, and I think the next chp. Maybe three, will be Shelke's pov so yeah. Just so you guys know :) REMEMBER I am making this stuff up 'cause I can and it's fanfiction :) Enjoy.
Vincent was always the quiet type it appeared. Though, when he had something to say it was always worth saying. That's, I guess, what Dr. Lucrecia liked about him . . . what I like about him. I sometimes ramble myself, but more and more I learn from him and become like him.
Yes I am more talkative than him because that's the way Lucrecea was. I enjoy talking to others and them returning words in a full chat. Vincent—well—there isn't much to say about him. He will talk to me, but only when he feels it's necessary.
I don't mind, as I keep saying. I seem to not mind a lot of things. Lucrecia seemed to not mind a lot of things.
I learn a lot of things from Vincent. He is very wise. I suppose he has to pay his wisdom for his age. Being around 60 everyone expects you to know exactly everything.
Age is wisdom, or so I was told. I am 19 myself. Though . . . I don't know many a thing. I have been with the svets for so long I haven't had time to reflect on worldly things. Vincent is a great help in helping me fill in the ten year whole in my life.
We are alike, he and I. Both of us older beyond our physical appearance. Both of us had lost everything when we—changed. There are so many other things where we are of the same, but that is for another time.
You see I am not completely myself. When I was in the svets I was ordered to download data fragments from Dr. Lucrecia into my brain to find Vincent Valentine. Her data was incomplete and so it interrupted my thoughts and they became not my own. That was one of the reasons why I am here now—because her feelings, her emotions became my own.
It is true I was heartless and cold. I cared for no one, not even myself as much. I only cared for my mission. I couldn't have even told you what an emotion was when I was in the svets.
Vincent Valentine saved me from that life and I thank him. My sister, Shalua was the one mostly to blame and I thank her. Though, at the time I had not appreciated her sacrifices. Even the sacrifice of her life.
I do now; Vincent has showed me the importance of it. I wish I could have thanked her—but I know—someday I will. Like she told me when our mother died. I will see her again, this I know.
My life couldn't be happier though. My sister entrusted me to Vincent Valentine because she knew he'd take good care of me after she had passed away. Little did she know that I was soon to fall in love with him.
That part of Lucrecia lingered in me the strongest. Every time he touched me or was even near me my heart melted away. I wonder if he knew he did this to me? Or if I did anything of the sort to him? For I knew Lucrecea came out in me and he saw this.
I knew, whenever he looked at me with affection, he looked at Lucrecia. She was me, in a way, and I was she—in a way. Things are always complicated around me or him . . . But I don't mind.
I had lived with him for about two months until I was fully and deeply in love with him. Lucrecia's particular feeling for him like this was so strong in so many ways. I loved him and ever wondered if he loved me, but always deep in the back of my mind—the Lucrecia part probably—always told me he did.
It felt like I've known him all my life thanks to her thoughts and dreams. We had come to know one another very well in those two months. In those two months I had turned 19 and that . . . was when we shared our first kiss.
I still remember it quite vividly. We went tothe city ofEdgeto celebrate my birthday. Everyone was there. All our friends. They were all happy to see me grow a little more each year.
They were glad to see my progressing and so was I. On that day was when I knew my true feelings for him. I was still confused with what love truly was though. I was so scared of not getting it right and fearing it was another emotion.
When we returned home in the middle of the day he could tell something was on my mind. We usually walk to our cottage out in the fields. It takes about an hour to get back home but we do enjoy the walk. I tried to not let him see, but once I saw him stop and turn to me I knew I had been caught.
"What is it Shelke?" asked Vincent.
"I know . . . If I say it's nothing then you will press on me to tell you and so I can't say—that it is nothing," Shelke said casting her eyes down.
"Hm, you know me well," said Vincent with a smirk as he crossed his arms.
"It's—Lucrecia in me," she said looking up at him with a smile.
A few moments had past between us. Silent we were, and uncomfortable as well. I just cast my gaze down not wanting to blush. I scanned the ground with my eyes until my words slipped out of my mouth.
"It's these feelings. I am still yet to understand the full extent of them. There's one . . . I'm not too sure I fully understand," she said still not being able to look him in the face.
"And what is it?" asked Vincent leaning his head down a bit.
"Love," she said stealing a quick glance to him and then casting her eyes and head downward. "I'm not too sure I . . . I may have it confused with another feeling, but I don't know. I was wondering if you can explain it to me Vincent Valentine."
"Just ask Shelke," he said with a small smile.
"Alright," she said pacing around trying to ask.
I finally got up the courage to ask and so turned to him and asked—
"What is love Vincent Valentine?"
Vincent gave off a light snicker as he swayed closer to me. I was afraid I'd get ridiculed for not knowing it myself. I was afraid he wouldn't tell me and only say that I needed to figure it out myself. But . . . he didn't do that.
"This," he said as he took his gloved fingers to her chin to lift it up to his so she could meet his lips.
My eyes fluttered closed and I inhaled his sweet scent from being so close to me. My heart flew right out of my chest. I couldn't control my heart rate at this moment. I had never lost control like this before.
My emotions went crazy. I didn't know what to do and so I just let instinct kick in. He knelt down beside me to hold me closer all the while encouraging me to move closer to him. The closest I could get was to wrap my arms around his neck but I didn't do it.
I just placed my hands on the sides of his face. My right hand soon moved to his temple just fingering his strands of black hair. All the while his hands rested on the side of my face as well. His left hand soon moving to my tender neck visible from my hair.
Vincent twisted his head a bit just to get the kiss deep enough to feel small passion, but just light enough to still be innocent and feel like a dove's. I must admit that I just leaned into his kiss—it was exhilarating. I've never felt anything like it before. I—I never wanted it to stop, but it did.
He slowly let go of my lips as he backed away. His eyes were already open. I could feel their red gaze upon me. Mine though were still shut just taking in the moment.
I could also feel his smile on me too. My smile must have encouraged his. Once I opened my eyes and met his deep red eyes he said to me, like out of a dream—
"That . . . is love Shelke."
After that he took his clawed hand and gently stroked the side of my head. Catching my red strands of hair along the way. We both looked at each other now understanding our feelings for each other. I was right . . . it was love.
To this day I still wonder what it was like—for Vincent at the least to—well kiss a nine-year-old-looking girl. It is strange yes, but apparently he wasn't looking at my physical form but my maturity. I was glad though, that he thought I was ready. Sometimes I could never tell with Vincent Valentine, but then again—he just wouldn't be him now would he?
That day I felt so light like I was walking on air. We walked back to the cottage hand-in-hand just smiling at each other, not really saying anything. We didn't need to. We both knew this.
Once at the doorstep we took both our hands into one another's. Inhaled and entered inside. That day pretty much went by silent. Only with gestures and glints of our eyes did we speak to one another.
I can still remember the pain from my cheeks. I smiled for so long that day and so much that it hurt. Vincent couldn't help but laugh at me. Sometimes, I think he hurt too, from smiling seeing how he rarely used to do it before.
Hhh, I'd like to say we spent the rest of that month in each other's arms exchanging sweet kisses, but then I'd be lying. In truth it took us another two months before we shared another kiss. We didn't think love had to be expressed by such motions. We both knew that love could be expressed in many ways.
In words, in smiles, in touches—even in silence. I must say, though, that I did long for his kiss in those two months. I even feared I did something wrong the first time and that was why he didn't want to kiss me again. Being with him more I soon found out it wasn't true and I began to understand the reasons of Vincent Valentine and why he did the things he did.
Our second kiss was soon followed by a third. It was—the first time 'I' had kissed him. I have always wanted to and I was glad he approved. Now the next two months I can say we spent in each other's arms exchanging sweet kisses.
No one ever thought they'd see love grow this fast. Love's usually something that takes a lifetime to understand or even show—but you see . . . we had spent a lifetime together—before. Me as Dr. Lucrecia, and Vincent Valentine as the young Turk he once was.
We already got another chance at love. Something people rarely get. We weren't about to let it slip by again. There was nothing we were gonna leave unturned.
That was one of the reasons, I guess, we were so intimate with each other. There was no need 'getting to know each other' for we already knew so much about each other. I when Vincent was young because of Lucrecia and he because nothing had happened to me that much in the svets. Yes we still needed to learn a little more about each other, but once that was out of the way is when love shinned the strongest.
Each day felt like a month. Each day we learned a lifetime about each other. Each day we understood one another more. Each day felt like a lifetime together.
There was nowhere else I'd rather be than with the man who was once my enemy. Vincent Valentine had become my everything, my life, and my reason to live. He was air to my lungs. He was my love, my Valentine.
Hot Shot's girl: Yeah that last sectance was like Martina Mcbride's Valentine. I love that song and would find it so cute if someone did a music video for him like that :D But guess I'll have to wait until I find one :) Till next chp, bye.