Chapter 10:Finding Yourself

I don't know about this chapter, I really wanted to show a little more of Vaas's personality, I was going to have rape in this chapter, but then more ideas popped into my head and I shoved the rape scene a little further on with a different character. This fanfiction won't be long, I had received another request for another Farcry fanfiction and I have a lot of hope for that one.

Chapter 10: Finding Yourself

Vaas POV

At this point not even weed could get her off my mind, my obsession with her had gotten worse since that moment we kissed and I fucked it up. I thought before it was bad, pleasuring myself to her image, whores every night, weed almost every hour, that was no more than a week ago and then she had to come back and make the hole in my head even bigger. It wasn't just her appearance I was obsessed with, the years since she left my image of her consisted of her strengths. Her slender body, smooth legs, silk hair, bright blue eyes sparkling with innocence. Now that I have seen her again, I have been reminded it wasn't just her beauty that made me fall for her, it was her gentle personality, her attempts at trying to comfort, and her mental, now physical strength.

Since it was clear that I wouldn't get her off my mind and sleep wasn't going to happen tonight. I went to the only place I thought could calm my thoughts and emotions. Badtown, certainly a town that lives up to its name, the only reason I go there is because the whores are worth shit, but had the bodies of Brazilian porn stars. I walk through this quiet lit up town, people staring at me with fear or disgust, I walk casually I'm in no hurry to get where I want to be. My left hand finds my gun holster and rests upon it, suddenly the stares end, I am happy no one is smart enough to ask for a bullet to the head. I make my way to the small shanty with a seductive sign of a devil woman. Several whores stand out in the front, I start to feel guilty and I don't know why. They stand in their revealing attire, smiling and winking at me, only looking for a shot of heroine or a couple stray dollars.

It isn't long before I find my regular, she usually looks away at my presence, black circles under her eyes, long black hair put up into a pony tail, deep blue eyes, and tan skin. A red bikini top and blue bottoms, something I always assumed she picked up from some dead body, there are plenty scattered around the island from my careless men. I stop in front of her, she crossed her arms and looks at the floorboards.

"Is something wrong?" I asked in a sarcastic tone, a fake smile covering the depressed frown I recently showed. I am trying to forget her, Mirabella, but it's no use, memories still flooding my head of our past adventures. I remembered that day that we went hunting, I lied to her, I remember so clear as though it was yesterday. Her illuminati-

"I-I'm f-fine." The whore interrupts my thoughts and I am soon fucking reminded why I came here.

"Go tell your boss..." I reach into my pocket and pull out a hundred crumbled up, I pass it over to her trembling hand. "That I'm taking you tonight." She walks off hesitantly, fully aware of the events to come. I look at the other whores, they all are quite inviting, why I choose that one girl and no one else, I don't know. I don't even know her name, I think it starts with an 'E', but I could care less. She comes back slowly, walking past me towards our normal place behind the shanty. It is like a savage that I take her, I take her to release my anger. I place a hand on her right shoulder as we approach the back of the shanty, she is so cold and I am so warm. How could she not enjoy this? I suddenly feel a jolt of guilt again, no specific reason, I just do. She stops and turns to me, I show an unwilling smirk, why was I so unwilling to do this?

She just stands there like usual, waiting for me to do what I do with her. I take a step forward, she steps back until her back meets wall and I trap her with my arms on both sides of hers. I press my forehead to hers, staring me in the eyes, the tears start to come. I see now, I see why I have her, why I favor her over the others. She reminds me of Mirabella, blue eyes, tan skin, long black hair, yet she is so much younger than me. I would guess she is about seventeen.

I lean forward and press my lips to hers, they are cold and lifeless, especially after kissing Mirabella before, an experience I had forgotten a few years ago. I pull from the kiss, shaking my head with complete annoyance. Why can't she get out of my fucking head?! I should have killed her! She should be dead, but... I can't... I can't hurt mi hermosa Bel- Enough! She is just another whore!

I direct my hands under the girls thighs pulling her legs to wrap around my waist, she slightly whimpers, wrapping her arms around my neck and crying into my right shoulder. I attempt to kiss at her neck, but it doesn't give me the excitement I have lusted for. I angrily slam her against the wall causing her to break out into loud sobs, her nails digging into my shoulders. I stop, have I gone soft? No, I just had fallen back in love and there was nothing I could do about it. I dropped her back onto her feet, raising a hand up to her cheek and brushing it. I stared into her eyes.

"How old are you?"

"S-Sixteen..." My eyes widened, I had been having sex with a woman way below my age for about three years now, meaning she was thirteen when I started fucking her. Fuck! No wonder her pussy was so tight the first time.

"And your name?"

"Ester... I told you-"

"Leave, go home."

"I can't."

"Tell your boss that if he doesn't let you go, then he won't see tomorrow. Okay?"

"Um..." She looked confused as I turned and walked away. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going." I answered without looking back at her and after that I went back to my camp and I went to bed. I had accepted something tonight, my love for Mirabella was there still, I just had to find it.