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7. Just read the Damn letter, Vincent!

I'm right outside her window, listening to her steady breaths. It took her awhile. There was a lot of tossing and turning, but she is finally asleep. I knew that she was tired, exhausted, so she should have been able to go to sleep right away. Were her thoughts on me, on our moment, and that's why she struggled?

I bow my head and lean it into my hands. The letter crumbles under my one palm and from the paper I can smell a soft trace of Catherine.

Catherine; how she advanced on me tonight. And, not a subtle kiss like at first or like when she calmed the Beast. Oh no, this was full on seduction. Her legs, fingers, and mouth, they all took me hostage with a need that still has me spinning. She came at me like… like… like she was full of desire… for me.

I rise off the fire escape rapidly, the letter hanging in my right hand's grip. My legs need to move around. I think better when in movement. And, think I must.

'Read the letter!'

'No, not yet.'

'Although, I should for all would be clarified and my insanity healed.'

'No, I can't.'

I am arguing with myself internally, going mad. There is no doubt that I have totally lost it. All these years hiding out in a warehouse, changing into a Beast, and roaming the streets in the shadows is not what has made me lose it. Catherine has made me crazy, in a good way, but still crazy!

At the right corner of her bedroom window, I sink down so that I can see her. It's not the first and won't be the last time that I watch her sleep. I know, it's creepy, but it gives me peace to see that she is safe… and… I like it. I like watching how her hair spreads across her pillow, how her chest heaves with each inhale, and how her lips move and pucker while dreaming. Her bed looks so soft, warm, and inviting. Actually, I know that it is. I have felt it. Felt the comforter with my fingertips as I stopped by for a quick visit. But I never dared anything more. I wasn't brave like Catherine and laid down in it. I didn't…

'Why did she lay down in my bed?' I ask myself again for… What? The 100th time? It is the never ending and constantly reoccurring question. The letter might explain it.

I look down at the letter and exhale. This is it! I have to know. For strength and resolve, I offer once last glance at my sleeping Beauty before focusing on the note.

It's just a plain A4 paper, probably from her at home printer. She has folded it in half for privacy, although JT might still have read it. On the front, it reads my name written in perfected cursive. Her handwriting is beautiful, not like mine which is the typical Physician chicken scratch.

Just then, she mumbles my name in her sleep. It is as if she knows somehow, subconsciously, that I am here and I am getting ready to read. She urged me to, knowing that it will clarify all and set us on the right path. But what is this path? What if…

"Just read the damn letter, Vincent, and quit stallin," I grumble, into the night, irritated at my own hesitancy.

I unfold the letter, and my eyes dash across the words and I finally read:

Vincent

How are you?

I have to ask because I have not seen you. We had a deal, remember? Not more than a week is supposed to pass without you reaching out to say that you are alive. And yet, here we are.

I have no doubt that you are watching me, watching over me, so you know that I am fine. I would like to know the same. If you are staying away because of what happened, there is no need. I will never judge you, scold you, betray you, or abandon you. You are a part of me, a part of my life, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I didn't want to do this by letter but you have left me no choice. So many things have happened between us which has tested our friendship and brought us closer, making us more than friends. You feel that, don't you?

The kiss that we shared was just that; a kiss, between two people who care about each other. It wasn't to calm the Beast and protect you. I kissed you because I wanted to, because I've been wanting to, and for quite some time now. You, who are so perceptive and whose senses are more advanced than anyone else's, how have you not been able to tell?

I get obsessed easily with things and cases, it's why I'm a detective, but I've never been obsessed with a person… not until I met you. You occupy every thought throughout the day and every dream throughout the night. You are the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning and the last as I fall asleep. If I could, I would stalk you so that I could always be near you. It drives me insane not to see you, not to hear your voice, or to feel your presence. You are torturing me by not showing yourself or picking up the phone. Can you understand that?

Nine years ago, I looked into your eyes for the first time and there was a connection. All those years, I could feel you. I didn't know you existed but I could still feel you. Then, I saw your picture and I was certain that I had seen you before, at some time and place. And, from the moment when we met again, when you stepped out of the shadows of the warehouse, I have never wanted to be apart from you. You kept telling me to stay away, urging me to be reasonable, and think of the risks. All of that didn't matter. For you, I have lied, broken laws, and fought for my life. Yet, it is all worth it.

But I want more.

To be with you, I have lived by and accepted your rules. It has always been on your terms. Not anymore! I will have you. There is nothing you can do about it. Not even the Beast can stop me. Sooner or later, I will find you and then, you're mine! And, the things that I have planned for us would make even the Beast blush.

Catherine

I am frozen, literally it seems. My eyes are glued on the letter, on her words, as I desperately try to process what I have just read. To ensure, I read it again, then again, and then again.

I lower the letter and look through the window at her. She sleeps peacefully, unaware of my presence and my struggle. She wants me. It's here, in black and white on paper. All the insecurities and fears over her not wanting me should have begun to fade by now. Sensations of elevation should be filling me. I ought to feel taller, stronger, and more powerful than ever because she wants me. So, why don't I?

I catch my reflection in the window and I see myself. What she sees when she looks at me, I do not know. Perhaps she has some divine ability to see past all the scars and damage, but I can't hide from it. My past, things I have done and things done to me, still haunts me and it will haunt whoever is foolish enough to be with me.

'…be with me,' my heart whispers back and my own foolishness returns.

I am weak around Catherine. Logic and reasoning fails around her. I should have ran, ran from her the very moment she found out about me. I never should have involved her, kept reaching out for her, and pulled her into my life. Yet, I did because I want her badly and I can never let her go.

I pull up at my sleeve and my wrist watch confirms; it's become tomorrow. Even though I know it is wrong and once it's done there is no turning back, my right hand reaches out and knocks gently on her window. As I watch her begin to stir, my heart beats in my chest and my mind still advises me to run. Yet, my muscles won't obey. There is only one place they want to go and that is to where she is.

Her hand reaches for her lamp on the table next to her and the bedroom lights up. "Vincent?" She says, her eyes still adjusting to the brightness "Is that you?"

She rises out of her bed, only dressed in a tiny camisole and boxer shorts. I can clearly see every curve and her erected nipples as she approaches. As I watch her, my mind recalls her words in her letter; 'I will have you. There is nothing you can do about it. Not even the Beast can stop me. Sooner or later, I will find you and then, you're mine! And, the things that I have planned for us would make even the Beast blush.'

She is warning me of her plans of seduction where she aims to make me submit to her desires. I swallow hard as my body responds, becoming tight and hard, and my plan to only talk evaporates.

To be continued with Cat's POV "Talking is for the Daytime."