[A/N: Part of this chapter (towards the end) was inspired while I was listening to Lana Del Rey's version of "Once Upon A Dream"…which is one of my FAVORITE SONGS EVER and Sleeping Beauty/Malificent are my all time favorite Disney Movies, btw. ˘˘ Anyway, enjoy~~!]
"T-there must be some sort of…heh, mistake here."
"MISTAKE?! Scott, you KNOW how Vincent can be-no, scratch that: HOW he is. It was HIM, I KNOW IT!"
Ellen and Zariah were now in the safety of Scott's office after the little break room incident, Scott resting his head (telephone?) in his hands as he shook it back and forth, his eyebrows furrowed up in a worried expression.
Zariah sat in the corner of the office quietly, staring down at her hands which were folded neatly in her lap twisting the ring on her index finger while thoughts ran through her mind. Of course she was a little freaked out by the situation, but Ellen wasn't helping matters by her outbursts. However, Zariah knew it was only because how protective the black haired woman was of her.
"I-I'll talk to him El….I promise. Ahem, but right now…we're currently at work and now is not the appropriate time-"
Ellen slammed her hands down on Scott's desk, causing both the male and Zariah to jump. Bearing her gritted teeth, Ellen glared down the phone guy and hissed quietly.
"And is there ever an 'appropriate time' to be a fucking creep and watch people on surveillance cameras?! If he did that to Zariah, how many OTHER woman….men….shit, CHILDREN, do you think this guy's looking at?!"
Scott gulped and was about to answer when the office door suddenly opened; everyone turning their heads in the direction of it. Zariah stared with widened eyes as a man…. standing about 6'3 came stalking in. He had a thin, but muscular build to him and wore a security guard uniform just like the others…except it was all purple. In fact, as Zariah slowly scanned the male from the corner of the room she noted that…his entire body was purple?! From his skin, to his violet hair that was pulled back into a messy pony tail. Zariah's blue eyes stared at the individual's face, noting the bit of stubble growing on the man's chin….but the thing that captivated her the most were his eyes. They were large and pure white, and the female found herself captivated by them….as if she's stared in them before.
'Those eyes….they seem so familiar…'
"AH-HA! SPEAK OF THE DEVIL. Glad you could WALTZ on in, Vincent. Care to TELL our dear assistant manager what you did?!"
Ellen screeched, pointing an accusing finger towards the male, who simply rolled his white orbs and smirked, before shutting the door behind him as he fully entered the room. A fake pout appeared on his lips as he put a hand over his heart – as if offended by Ellen's comment.
"Why…I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about!"
Vincent's dark, raspy voice dripped with deep sarcasm, which of course pissed Ellen off more as she stormed towards him. Blinking a couple times, and showing off an almost un-human grin, he put both purple hands up as Ellen began poking his chest hard, teeth bared.
"Don't you dare act fucking cute with me Vincent, you've gone too far now!"
"Oh darling, do I sense a bit of jealously in your voice?! Is this because you perhaps wanted to be the one peeped on? Hmm? Tell me, what color panties are you wearing today? Inquisitive minds would love to know~!"
"E-eh?! IN YOUR DREAMS, you freak! This isn't about jealously; this is about you spying on my best friend!"
Vincent let out a loud daunting laugh, as he glanced towards Scott who was now standing himself, his arms crossed over his chest. It was almost as if everyone had forgotten Zariah was in the room, who was now watching in the background at everything unfolding.
"Ahem…V-vincent….is it true you were using the security cameras to watch her?"
The purple man shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and grinned his infamous Cheshire cat grin, a low growl coming from Ellen who was ready to knock that shit eating grin off his face.
"I happened to stumble upon some strange girl undressing in our break room and was checking it out. I didn't realize where you ate counted as a place to strip. …Ooooh, Scott, would you like to go there for me and strip~?!"
A pink blush appeared on Scott's face, as he quickly shook his head and Ellen gasped before reaching up to grab Vincent by the collar of his shirt. The male grinned even wider (if that was even possible) at the female's actions, noting that her face was also flushed.
"Q-quit trying to drag Scott into your perverted world, I think you've done enough damage to him to last a lifetime!"
"Tsk tsk tsk…my dear Ellen, it sounds to me that you're jealous I'll take your man away. Don't worry, I'll let you have my sloppy seconds. I've moved on to better…and much bigger things." Vincent purred mockingly.
"H-he's not my man! What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?!" Ellen objected quickly, her face becoming a dark red as she sighed angrily and shoved Vincent away from her – retreating towards the desk to lean on it and scowl down at the floor, arms crossed tightly against her chest. Scott was now blushing madly too, and reached out to touch Ellen's shoulder but stopped just short and slowly let his arm fall to his side.
Adjusting his ruffled tie, Vincent continued to grin and extended his long arms out, raising his eyebrows.
"Everything. Everything is wrong with me. Now, if we're done having this little chat, I need to get back to work. Just thought I'd share my two cents worth. However, I am disappointed I wasn't able to see this "stripper girl" in person…..I'm dying to see her up close and personal~."
Scott and Ellen's eyes traveled to the corner of the room where Zariah still sat, and Vincent slowly followed suit and when his eyes landed on the female sitting there – they widened in shock for a few moments. He stared deep in her blue orbs…unblinking as she too remained unblinking nor moving. Slowly standing on her feet, Zariah's gaze never left the purple man's as she cautiously took a couple steps forward; she stopped a few feet from in front of him….now staring up at the tall male.
Vincent broke the intense staring match going on between him and the female, to look her up and down slowly as if inspecting every inch of her body. When his hungry eyes landed on her neck and saw the barely visible scar, Vincent felt his throat close up as he took a step backwards; his eyes narrowing as he lightly shook his head.
"No….it can't be…."
Scott and Ellen watched the event unfold as they saw a look of fear mixed with confusion etch itself on Vincent's face for a few seconds as he backed up towards the door, not leaving Zariah's form – who remained staring at the purple man as well, her cheeks flushed the lightest tint of pink.
Without another word, Vincent quickly left the room and slammed the door shut behind him. Ellen's eyes widened in shock, as she turned towards her male friend beside her. He shrugged his shoulder and then turned his attention towards Zariah, who was now staring at the door.
"What…..what was that about?" Scott asked quietly, as Zariah's flush began disappearing. Blinking a few times, she turned her attention towards Ellen and Scott as she tilted her head to the side.
"It's strange…..I feel like I know him….his eyes are….they seem so familiar to me…"
"Queenie….he's a fucking purple guy. Don't you think you'd remember someone like that?!" Ellen questioned with sarcasm lacing her words.
Zariah bit her lip and frowned slightly, holding her arm as she gazed at her feet.
"I know, I know…it sounds…..stupid. But I have this feeling…I-I know him, somehow….I just can't remember."
Scott walked towards Zariah and lightly placed his hand on her shoulder, causing her to break her eyes from the floor and look up at him. He offered (what Zariah assumed) a smile and patted her a couple times before speaking softly.
"I have to admit, I've never seen Vincent act quite like that before….it's a first for me, so perhaps you do know him. But he always has, ahem, that sort of 'effect' on people….s-so to speak."
Ellen walked over and offered Zariah a side hug, as she rested her head on the other female's shoulders.
"Riah, there'd be no way you wouldn't remember a guy like Vince. He's a different story, and not a good one. ….But now that Scott mentioned it, I've never seen him act like that before either. So I guess, anything's possible?"
Zariah bit her lip again and stared off into space, as her heart started beating rapidly and her mind began racing at the thought of the purple man just here a few minutes ago. Scott suggested that they all go home for the day, and to start fresh Monday when Zariah would start her job. So, after Ellen went and collected Stella from the stage, all three females began walking out of the restaurant.
Glancing over her shoulder one last time as Ellen guided her out, Zariah caught Vincent standing in the corner of the party room, leaning against a wall and staring intensively at her. Slowly, an eerie grin crept on the purple guy's face as the last thing Zariah saw was him raise his hand and wave at her.