Voltagelisa: HUZZAH! Yes, there could be four bonus chapters and I'd be glad to do so~

Nori-239: Daric's redemption had to happen but at the same time I don't ask anyone to actually LIKE him. He did what he did for selfish reasons and even in saving Vincent was only a minor step in the right direction. Well, he's dead….again…but maybe he's found a place in memory. No, Fuzzy puddles don't gross me out. I'm glad you like how I write Vilkas. Sometimes I have to stop and think about how to write for him.

Herelies: Always good hearing from you my dear. I'm glad everything was finally making sense! A lot of previous foreshadowing finally paid off and now the last link in the story is coming together with the whole chain. You probably already guessed what's about to happen but it's still something that needs to come to pass. A little bit more angst and then fluff ahoy. Enjoy my dear.

Mindfreak23: OMG. OKAY.

Chapter 28- Gently as she goes

Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes…

Eyes, blue as the sea and the sky
Water flows, water flows
Heart, burning like fire in the night
Gently as she goes…

- "Gently as she goes" Beowulf soundtrack-

When I was young, my brother Cadrian was a shy and reserved young man. He was my baby brother…sweet and innocent. Mother was a shrewd woman, always wanting the finer things but she gave us love. Father was a strong mage with a stature to match. He was a magistrate for High Rock and our family's standing was in good graces. We were noble. We were strong. Then mother died.

An accident in the market square. She was shopping with me for finery. She clasped my tiny hand tight in that market square, our red crimson air blowing unbound in the breeze. Mother rarely let us have our hair unbound in public but she had been in a particularly good mood that day and allowed the small privilege.

She told me she would get me a dress to bring out my beautiful blue eyes and we walked up to the vendor. We were unaware that he was being robbed currently and when we walked through the threshold, the villain panicked. He tried to rush past us, but my mother was always too proud. She tried to stop him and he cut at her wrist to get away. I remember crying and holding her wrist tightly, my own little hand stained with my mother's blood. Help didn't come in time.

Father was beside himself. Though he was a strong man, mother's death ruined him. He loved her, he had two children, now motherless…so he raised us the best he knew how. He taught us magic. We were taught basic and then advanced magic. I excelled in alchemy as mother had and I worked wonders in Illusion. Somewhere along the line…father turned to darker arts. Cadrian worshiped father like a God and followed every word he said. Though, it was obvious that I was his favorite…poor little Cadrian. He tried so hard and I wished father had paid him more attention. Maybe he wouldn't have turned out the way he did.

Our family gained a bad reputation as shut in's…Father spent all his time in the basement talking to…someone. I could sometimes hear him as I walked the halls but I never ventured into the basement. We were forbidden to go down there.

When father died, everything changed again. You'd think it would have been for better but it was worse then before.

I awoke one night to Cadrian screaming and banging on my door. He told me something had taken father away. When I asked him to calm down and talk to me, he ran down the hall to father's room, raising such a fuss that I finally relented and followed him. He'd also gained the attention of some of the servants with his screams.

Inside father's room was an odd looking symbol and a nasty looking burn mark in the shape of a full grown man against the wall. Cadrian pointed at it all aghast and screamed that father was gone and he wasn't coming back. He'd apparently been in the room when it happened and saw the whole thing unfold. We never really could get a real answer out of him of what exactly 'took' father but we never saw him again. The family took it that he had died and passed the estate on to my brother and me. I haven't asked Cadrian in years about that night nor do I ever intend to.

I met him. The man in my dreams has come to me…but I'm wide awake this time and I still feel his hand upon mine. My heart flutters when I think of him, proud and noble…He said he wanted to take me away from this life…away from the cruel fate I'd landed myself in. I'm considering it. If I do go…Cadrian will be all alone.

Honestly, Cadrian's been frightening me lately. He stares at me in no way a man should stare at his flesh and blood sister. He offhandedly made a comment today that I look just like mother. It was innocent enough but it was the WAY he said it.

Maybe I'm making too big a deal out of this and it's nothing? Maybe I'm just looking for an excuse to leave…

I've done wrong. I know that for sure. Cadrian found out and…oh Gods. Why didn't I leave!? I should have run away with him when he offered! Damn my bleeding heart! I didn't want to abandon my poor baby brother.

He is not sweet. He is not innocent! Something evil is in him now! Only behind bars can I see now. I'm trapped and he's not going to let me go!

Gods above, my love has no idea. I can only hope that Cadrian doesn't know who he is. Worse yet I found I'm with child. Brother is furious. He yelled that he'd find a way to rid me of a bad thing.

I want to keep my baby but to raise it in such a horrible place… would the child be better off dead?

Am I even me anymore? Something is inside me. The flames were so hot and I couldn't breathe. I was dying. Slowly burning alive. All I could think of was my baby…Then I heard something. I couldn't tell you what was said or what was asked but I felt…at ease at the question. I felt like it was salvation. I didn't care what happened to me I just wanted my unborn child to live. I agreed. To what…? I wasn't sure at the time but I'd do anything for my baby. I'd endure any hell…endure any pain…

A spirit. I'm infected, like a common disease ridden beggar. Like a vampire, I have three days before the change is upon me. Cadrian thinks he's won…I fooled him into thinking I aborted…Illusion magic is quite a powerful thing…but If I don't cure this plague upon my soul, my child will really be forfeit. Luckily for me, my excelled knowledge in alchemy may lie a cure. Or a temporary solution until I can find a cure.

My hair is more vibrant red…my skin, pale as snow and my eyes were a rich terrifying copper.

I'm getting out of here. The only way may be from the top balcony and take a plunge, fifty feet into freezing cold water. I may die…but it would be better to die at the bottom of a lake with my child then stay here with Cadrian a moment longer.

Gods help me.

I am free. At least for now, anyway. I dare not run to the man who holds my heart. He may call me a monster and turn me away. Worse, Cadrian will be close by and I cannot afford that. My baby is all that matters now…I need to find a place to lay low. It won't be long before the baby's born and I don't want to worry about Cadrian showing up. So I'll run to low class accommodations and throw him off my trail for awhile.

The medicine is a success, I'm pleased to say. It only rewinds my internal doom clock though. It resets the disease progression to three days. I'll have to take this potion for the rest of my life so I'll have to make sure I have the ingredients on hand at all times.

I've asked around the slums and I've heard of a fishing village miles outside of town in a small secluded area near the lliac bay. That sounds like a good place to settle and give birth.

I am in luck. The fishing village has a midwife. She was a sickly woman…pale, black haired and frail like she'd blow away in a stiff breeze. She was married to one of the more prominent fishers and they welcomed me into their home. I would stay with them until I delivered and then they would set up a place for me to live.

I am eternally grateful to this couple. Davide and Felicia Renalt.

My baby boy is beautiful.

I was worried at first. He didn't cry but I sure did. Felicia had been frightened by my calls…it sounded almost like someone was screaming with me. She stood firm though and helped pull my son from me. I was afraid he was dead…babies cried when they were born right? I thought for a moment…had I been carrying a dead child in my womb this whole time? He had never moved, never kicked….it was possible…

Then he cried and my heart filled with joy. Felicia handed me my boy and I fell in love instantly. His tuff of hair was crimson red like my own and he had the prettiest blue eyes. I could tell he would look a lot like me and only hoped he had some of his father's strong features. His name came naturally to me as an old song that I had almost forgotten.

Vincent is such a wonderful name for such a beautiful child.

Vincent is an energetic child. He's only three and I'm having a hard time keeping up with him. These past three years have been bliss…I could live here with my baby boy forever and be happy. Alas…poor Felicia is getting more and frailer…I also found out that she's pregnant herself. I promised to assist but I'm no midwife. Davide is nervous…this hasn't been Felicia's first pregnancy and she lost the first two in the birthing.

Davide has been good to me and Vincent. He plays with Vincent as if he was his son…it's actually adorable to watch. I knit with the fading Felicia Renalt and we watch her husband and my son play in the sand near the rivers end.

I owe these people everything.

Today was a joyful day but also a sad one. Felicia's labor was…difficult. It took hours….longer then my own and she cried something horrible. I'm sure I didn't sound much better but it hurt my heart to hear her in such pain.

We left Vincent in the care of the neighbor while she gave birth. There are some things a little three year old…soon to be four year old shouldn't have to hear.

Her child, a little girl, cried instantly as life breathed into her. I smiled and held the small little thing. She was smaller then Vincent had been and just as frail as her mother.

Felicia…didn't make it. Davide held her hand the whole time and cried for a good two hours over her corpse. We buried her at sea, as was her request and I promised to nurse the small miracle baby for him.

He named her Grace.

Vincent is quite smitten on the little girl. He keeps peeking into her cradle with the cutest smile. He saw me nursing her one day and called her, "His little sister." I didn't have the heart to correct him.

I write this with a shaking hand. I'm on a carriage with Vincent and…Grace. I knew this couldn't last…

Cadrian found us. He attacked and Davide died defending me and the children. Little Vincent…he screamed as he watched Davide fall. Davide's blood got in his hair and on his face and he clung to his father figure's body, wailing for him to wake up.

I remember Cadrian's face when he spotted Vincent. There was darkness there…. Something revolting and impure. I had thrown myself at Cadrian to get him away from my son but he tossed me aside like a rag doll. I remember he grabbed hold of my baby and he….

Gods. I was screaming. I could hear baby Grace crying and I couldn't feel anything anymore. He killed my baby. HE KILLED MY BABY. GODS.

I don't know what happened….There was a bright light…another question. Anything. Anything to save my baby's life. I'd die in his place but Gods…anything but what had happened.

Maybe it was love all along. I survived because I loved my unborn child…and I survived this time for the same reason.

I repelled Cadrian. I can't even remember how…I possibly wounded him but when I regained consciousness, Vincent and Grace were in my arms safe and sound and I was in this carriage. He was alive and safe. There wasn't a mark on him… Even Davide's blood was gone. It was like it had never happened.

Vincent woke and he looked at me wit a smile.
"Where are we going mommy?" I remember him saying to me. "Where's daddy?"

"Daddy passed away Vincent….remember? He was frail like your sister."

Vincent blinked his big blue eyes at me and his face fell slightly. "Oh."

It hurt to lie to him. I had to keep him safe…I wouldn't just abandon poor frail Grace so this white lie would have to do. I'd raise Grace as my own and Vincent would have a sister. I hope Davide won't mind being the memory of a husband I never had.

I caught sight of myself in the reflection of a rain puddle in the mud. I held my son and new daughter tight as the carriage carried on it's way to Daggerfall.

Gods above my eyes were blue again.

Vincent doesn't seem to remember the incident or the fact my eyes had been any other color than blue. He's settled in nicely, making friends with a local Nord boy named Frey GreyStorm and fretting over the condition of his little sister. He is a wonderful big brother to her.

I do the best I can for the sickly child. The money I had managed to scavenge for us is starting to run low. I'm not sure what to do.

I feel disgusted with myself but I don't want my baby to know. Money is coming in but I've degraded myself to a common whore. I'm always careful to make sure I wont get pregnant. I don't think I'd be able to explain it to Vincent.

Vincent is growing up. He has my coloring but he does thankfully possess some of his father's strong features. Mostly in his cheekbones and the delicate yet firm curve of his jaw. He'll grow slowly but he'll be so handsome when he's older.

He's a smart boy…I've come to realize. His wit is quick and his tongue quicker to deliver such wit. He certainly does keep that Nord boy that he plays with on his toes. I'm sure Vincent will catch on to what I'm doing soon. I just prey for his innocent state to last….just a little longer.

I can't believe Vincent is ten.

He figured it out of course. I knew he would…surprisingly, he didn't judge me. He understood and smiled at me in a way his father used to smile. My heart aches for my lost beloved. I see him every time I look at Vincent. So many things are the same about them. Small mannerisms…same sense of pride…

Gods I miss him. I wont name him…in fear of Cadrian ever finding this journal. Maybe when Vincent is older and can understand, I'll tell him.

He is a good boy…he got a job on a farm and he was only ten… he is stubborn…(much like his dad again) and refused to let me talk him out of it. You'd think I'd have more control over my ten year old son.

The influx of gold is nothing to mock. His boss is generous with pay and I've been able to cut back on clients. I hate that my baby has to work to help support me and Grace but I'm also grateful.

Vincent is almost thirteen. In half a year he'll be one step closer to becoming an adult. The spirit has been silent since that day, almost if it isn't there anymore.

I know better. I can feel magic coursing through me. Things don't feel hot or cold…it's still here…just dormant. I've tried to talk with it but it doesn't answer. Sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy.

Something horrible happened and I had to fess up to my son. I'm pregnant again. I found a man…he looked just like my old beloved. He even promised to take me away from everything just like Vincent's father had. He was a perfect copy…almost to the point where I could have sworn it was him.

When I went to see him again…they told me he didn't exist and they had never seen me. I have a feeling in my gut that something is wrong but I need to worry about the new life stirring inside me.

Vincent turns thirteen today. It's the 20th of evening star…appropriate I guess. Vincent will be home from the farm any minute now and I'll have to tell him that we're leaving.

It's a shame…He'll have to leave behind that Nord boy that he's become close friends with. I know he'll be heartbroken but I'll come up with some excuse.

We need to get away from here. Anywhere but here before they come for me and my child. They-

Vincent blinked and stopped reading out loud. Vilkas had his arms around him and had been reading over his shoulder. Vincent was reading out loud so Farkas and Aela could hear as they rode a carriage back to Whiterun. They were all tired and sore…they caught a carriage going by and managed to talk the caravan driver into taking them aboard.

"What happened?" Farkas asked, resting his hands on his knees.

"There's nothing else." Vincent wrinkled his nose and flipped through the blank pages. "Mother did die on my thirteen birthday…that must have been the last think she wrote."

Vilkas squeezed Vincent's shoulder in unspoken comfort and Aela and Farkas stayed blissfully silent about the revelation.

Lillian Belemonde, Sister to Cadrian Belemonde, was Vincent's mother. The man who had tortured him physically and mentally for years was his uncle. Grace wasn't really his sister. He wasn't really a Renalt.

Vincent's voice had only wavered when his mother had announced his name in the story. It was there that everything clicked. It explained everything. Vincent wavered at that one moment and then read strongly for the rest, not muttering or hesitating once. He was strong.

Once they got back to Jorrvaskr, a celebration was called and all attended. Vincent only had one drink and kept a strong face through the whole thing. His nightmare was finally over…everyone's nightmare had ended and now they had the rest of their lives to figure out together.

When everyone had retired for the night of passed out in their seats, Vincent stood by the fire, watching the flame. Vilkas stood dutifully by his side, not saying a word and within arms reach should Vincent need him. Vincent pulled his mother's journal from his pocket and glanced at the leather bound cover. He ran his gloved hand along it slightly, as if it was a small creature he was afraid to hurt. Then he cast it into the fire and watched it burn. Vilkas stayed silent, understanding what his mate was feeling and only after all the pieces had burnt to a crisp did Vincent sigh and turn.

"I need a bath."

Vincent heated the water…more for him then for Vincent and disrobed. He folded and set everything aside before turning to Vincent. Vincent was still dressed and had his beautiful blue eyes on Vilkas. Even though Vilkas was naked, he knew Vincent's stare was not in arousal. He was starring at Vilkas' chest…right where a new scar had formed. Vincent pulled his gloves off and slowly walked toward Vilkas. He reached out and gently touched the scar as if he was afraid it would burn him.

Vincent stared at the scar with no emotion and when his eyes flickered up to meet Vilkas' he went to pull his hand away. Vilkas caught it and put it right back. The wound was almost right over his heart…

"It's okay." Vilkas muttered and reached his free hand out to pull Vincent in close. He cupped the back of Vincent's head to keep him in place and ghosted his lips across the mage's own.

There he watched the walls crumble and Vincent broke. The façade had faded and he couldn't fight back the sob that erupted from his mouth. He hid his face in the crook of Vilkas' neck and cried in anguish. Vilkas made soothing noises and gently caressed his crimson hair. He didn't quite know how to soothe such a wounded creature but he'd do whatever he needed to do to keep this thing from ever happening again.

"My whole life was a lie." Vincent choked between sobs. "She lied to me!"

"To protect you." Vilkas pulled away to cup Vincent's tear stained face in his hands. Even upset, he was aching beautiful. "She did what she thought was right."

"Nothing about me is right!" Vincent snapped. "I'm a Belemonde! I'm not a Renalt!"

"You're not like him and he forfeited the right to be your blood a long time ago." Vilkas caught a falling tear with his thumb. "You ARE Vincent Renalt. Harbinger of the Companions. In that, there is pride and no man will ever argue that."

"And Grace?" Vilkas could see Vincent's anger begin to fade and his voice soften. "She's not my sister."

"She is your sister." Vilkas corrected. "You still raised her and cared for her. Blood doesn't always make family."

A light returned to Vincent's eyes and it caused Vilkas to smile slightly. He realized his own words went double for him. Farkas was the only one here that shared his blood but he was not the only family Vilkas had left. He had all the companions…he had Aela as a sister, Farkas as a brother…Hell even Tilma was family and now Vincent had it too and belonged somewhere again.

"Lets get you in the bath, yeah?" Vilkas spoke after a silence and helped his lover disrobe. His hands traced over old scars and new. Vincent's back was in horrible shape. The spirit had sped up his healing process and the wounds had closed but it was still an ugly sight. Vilkas probably found it more revolting that his own blade had inflicted some of them.

The thought made his stomach turn slightly but he no longer wished to upset Vincent by bringing it up. They both knew and the look in Vincent's eyes told him there was nothing to forgive. Once naked, Vincent got into the very hot tub as if it wasn't hot at all and started to wash himself. The tub wasn't enormous but there was enough room for Vilkas to get in too. It took him a moment longer to adjust to the water before settling in to do the same. Vilkas tipped his head back to get it wet and scrubbed all the dirt, blood and grime from his skin and hair. He glanced at Vincent who was absently rubbing at one of his arms and looking down at the water. Vilkas sighed and moved closer.

"Here. I'll wash your hair. Come."

Vincent didn't need to be told twice. He moved into Vilkas' lap and he let Vilkas run his skilled fingers through his red locks. Vincent purred contently and leaned back further into Vilkas, trying to get closer to his touch. Vilkas tried not to grin and pushed himself away slightly so his back was hitting the back of the tub.

"Alright. Tilt your head back and rinse your hair out."

Vincent obeyed and fell back under the water with a big enough splash to hit Vilkas. He scoffed and turned his head away just before he got a face full of water. Vincent surfaced, looking like a cat that had just stolen the cream and Vilkas rolled his eyes. Though he preferred this slightly immature playful Vincent to the upset Vincent any day.

"Hey Vilkas…" Vincent began, his eyes beginning to roam Vilkas form as if just realizing he was naked.

"Aye?"

Vincent's lips curved up into almost a coy manner. "Want to get weird with me?"

Vilkas' eyebrow shot up. He knew what that was code for. "Right now?"

"Yep." Vincent nodded and moved closer to Vilkas.

And Vilkas was already back against the tub. He had nowhere to retreat to. "Are you sure?" He was up for being 'weird' with Vincent any day but he knew deep down his lover was still upset. Maybe sex would help but Vilkas wasn't sure.

"Well, lets see…you're very wet, glistening and naked, soooo…yes." Vincent climbed unto Vilkas lap without asking and made himself comfortable. His lips were on Vilkas' before the Nord could really react properly and his hips began rocking slowly, disturbing the water around his waist only slightly.

"Mmmm…Hey...Wait a minute…"

"Shh." Vincent scolded, licking Vilkas' bottom lip. "Talk later. Kiss now."

Well…who could argue with that. Vincent doubled his assault on Vilkas. He grabbed some of his dark raven hair and rocked his hips a bit harsher then before. With each caress, each tug, each touch of his lover's tongue, Vilkas felt himself quickly standing to attention. He heard Vincent purr against his mouth when he felt Vilkas' manhood strain against his thigh. Vincent's free hand slowly moved down to try and prepare himself but he suddenly found himself off balance and falling backwards.

Vilkas managed to wrap his arms around the mage to keep Vincent from falling harshly into the tub and keeping his own hair, which was still tightly in Vincent's grasp, mind you, from being ripped out. He chuckled at how silly this was and saw the mage scowl under him.

"Shut up."

Vilkas didn't bother apologizing. He knew Vincent would just say something like 'don't say sorry because it doesn't suit you.' So, he settled for helpful advice. "This will be easier if I do the work."

"Oh yeah?" Vincent lifted an eyebrow. "Explain."

"Here." Vilkas helped Vincent turn so he was on his knees and bent him forward until his marred hands clutched the edge of the tub. He braced Vincent in place with one hand on his hip while the other started to work at Vincent's entrance with help from the water.

"T-that's…not fair." Vincent breathed. "I can't…ohhhh…see you."

"I'm still right here." Vilkas soothed as he worked two fingers into Vincent's tight hole. He was glad to see that Cadrian had not completely violated the Harbinger. It had worried him somewhere in the back of his mind and now he could rest easier. He waited until he had Vincent arching against him before adding a third finger and pressing up into his prostate.

Vincent mewled and bucked against his fingers, his own hands tightly gripping the tub for support as his hips rocked. The noises he made were sinful and Vilkas was having a hard time keeping his self control. Last thing he wanted to do right now was hurt Vincent in anyway.

"Relax." He cursed how husky his own voice sounded. "You don't want Aela charging in here, thinking that you're getting killed, aye?"

Vincent half laughed and half moaned as Vilkas' fingers found a very nice place. "She'd like it." he croaked.

Vilkas growled under his breath. Yeah…she probably would. "Still doesn't mean she needs to."

"Well get on it then." Vincent glanced over his shoulder.

"Impatient?"

"Damn right and I can feel you against my leg. You want it just as bad."

Touché.

Vilkas pulled out his fingers, ignoring the whimper from Vincent and lined himself up with Vincent's entrance. He prodded the opening slightly with his cock-head before gently pushing it inside. He heard Vincent gasp under him and it sent his blood rushing south so quick it left him a bit lightheaded. Vilkas let his hand run over the expanse of Vincent's back, his hand tracing all the new scars along with the old before settling on the mage's hips. He gripped them tight and pushed himself in slowly. His adrenaline raced at how Vincent would arch higher with every inch of him that entered his tight passage until he was finally sheathed fully inside.

Vincent whimpered instantly at the lack of movement but Vilkas was going to make damn sure his mate was fully ready before he started moving. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself before he began to move. He fell easily into the rhythm that they normally established in their move making and kept himself at an even tempo. He pressed his chest against Vincent's back and took in his rich fiery scent as their hips moved in unison.

His mouth fell to Vincent's shoulder and nape. He kissed and licked all the flesh before him, nipping to mark areas that would become big purple love bites in the morning. One hand flicked up to tilt Vincent's chin up, craning his neck for better access. Vilkas licked an old scar, the mate mark, and nipped the tender flesh softly. It seemed like that was made an age ago…

"Vilkas." Vincent panted, his grip on the tub rim was like steel. "Gods…touch me."

Vilkas was happy to obey. His free hand left Vincent's hip in order to reach under the water and tug at Vincent's achingly hard cock. The mage let out a contended coo as Vilkas stroked him and he thrust his hips back onto Vilkas' manhood a bit harder. Vilkas got the message and picked up the pace.

Vilkas angled himself and thrust hard into that spot, knowing it would make Vincent see stars. Vincent's mouth opened and a loud mewling sound erupted from him. Vilkas shh'ed him gently and slid two fingers into Vincent's open mouth to keep him occupied. Vincent's tongue immediately attacked the digits and sucked deeply on them to stifle his cries of ecstasy. His strokes became harder and his thrusts more shallow. The sound of water smacking against bare skin echoed throughout the room and it was deadly obvious to anyone that would be listening at the door what exactly was going on in here….but Vilkas found that he didn't care at the moment.

A few more harsh thrusts and Vincent was done. Vincent bit down slightly on Vilkas' fingers and his whole body tensed. He released into the water and clenched down on Vilkas like a vice. Vilkas bit into Vincent's neck to muffled the low growl that erupted from his own throat as he emptied himself inside his little lover. He stayed that way for a good solid minute, softly kissing the flesh he'd just bitten as if in apology.

When he pulled out, Vincent huffed at the loss but also understood they couldn't stay in the bath all night. Vilkas helped clean Vincent up and emptied the bath water before getting dressed. He only dressed in what was needed to venture out, not really wanting to put back on dirty clothes but not having much choice. Vilkas followed suit and went they got back to their room they disrobed again and put their clothes in a pile to be washed.

Vilkas lay awake, kissing Vincent's lips softly until he lulled the mage into a soft easy sleep. He knew when Vincent awoke the next morning his eyes would still be blue and the next chapter in their lives would officially begin. He waited until he knew Vincent was in a peaceful dream before he too fell asleep.

Weird I know. Lillian's journal was all over the place because she didn't write in it very often. But there you go. All of Vincent's past is revealed and out in the open. Cadrian= Officially worst Uncle ever.

I got one more chapter and then the four bonus ones. I'm also deciding to do a few request bonus chapters if you guys want? Tell me in a review of what you'd like to see and I'll decide if it's a good enough concept to make a chapter. I know Herelies probably has a few. *wink wink*

Thanks for sticking with me this long!