The day went by fairly quick all things considered.

You went on fulfilling the task you'd been assigned, keeping an eye on children and helping them locate their parents if they were to become separated.

Though it wasn't obvious at first glance, you were a nervous wreck.

You knew by now that Vincent made his way out of the closet. He obviously had to go put bandaids on his cuts and ice on his crotch.
But by now, he could be anywhere.

You were not really quite sure why you were nervous; you kicked his butt!

But maybe that was the reason.

You smirked and shook your head.

If he was going to tell Boss that you were using self defense to get away from him in the closet, you had no problem with that.

You knew that even though you were new, he would defiantly choose your side of the story over his.

However, everywhere you turned, especially when you were focusing on nothing in particular, you'd swear you saw something purple at the edges of your peripheral.
But the moment you tried to pay it more attention, it would vanish.

Vincent seemed to be everywhere, and yet nowhere at all.

No matter what you did, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, and you knew exactly who the culprit was.

At sporadic intervals you'd spin around expecting him to be right on your tail. But each time you were met with vacancy, and a few weird looks from parents who suspected you were crazy.

Whenever this happened though, you just pointed two fingers to your eyes before using both pointer fingers to cover the room before going back to what you were doing.

You didn't care about being goofy in front of people, you were just going to be cool doing it.

You and him had no confrontation for the rest of the day. You may have been a little suspicious, but you were happy about this; you had hurt his pride and ego good!

'To scared to show his sorry face!'
You thought to yourself.

Once the sun had set, you knew your shift was over. Your hours lasted until 8:00 PM, and at 8:02 you were practically cheering with relief.
You zig-zagged through the crowd, trying to get out the door before Vincent found you and made a move on you again.

You felt a huge swell of satisfaction once you were outside and made a beeline to your car. It was warmer, and almost completely silent except for the fluttering of insects.

You hadn't made it that far when the door behind you opened, the chatter inside loud and overwhelming once more before being hushed away a second time.

"And just where do you think you're going?"

You stopped dead in your tracks, shoulders raised over your head like you were caught sneaking somewhere. You mouthed 'Chipackers' to yourself.

You hated cusing and wouldn't do it yourself unless on ascendent.

Without releasing the tension from your shoulders, you slowly turned your head to look behind you, pulling your lips back in a large frown.
Vincent was walking toward you at a steady pace, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"No goodbyes? That's a bit rude of you."

"Like you would know the meaning of the word rude Minceit,"

You answered venomously, turning your whole body to face him.
He smiled in return, eyebrows raising in surprise.

"Minceit? Did you just come up with that? Sounds sexy~"

You facepalmed with a groan.

"Oh god why do I even- No, no it doesn't."

You were really starting to sympathize with Scott. This guy was relentless.

You don't know why, but you stayed put and watching him stride over to you.

When he was in front of you, towering your much shorter body, you scoffed.

"Ok, what do you want? Another beating? Jeez, can't you leave me alone?"

"Sure! If that's what you really want-"

"YES!"

You shouted cutting him off and starting to walk away before he called out again.

"Now wait a minute (Y/N), I just thought I'd warn you about being late, in case you're thinking about taking it a little too easy here because the boss is lenient. He may not do much about tardiness, but I definitely do. So don't be late. Got it?"

"What are you talking about? I came in on time today. Maybe even a little earlier than I was supposed to."

You scoffed, before mumbling to yourself;
"And what could you possibly do?"

"I'm talking about tomorrow."

Tomorrow... You cringed thinking about it. You knew in your mind that you were going to stay, but... Waaiiiittt!

He didn't know that!

You suddenly smiled to yourself.

Let's see his reaction why don't we?

"...There might not be a tomorrow."

Vincent's grin fell completely, perhaps for the first time since you'd met him. Whatever intentions he had, you'd completely derailed them.

"Excuse me?"

You were grinning ear to ear when you saw this, but you didn't show it. Instead, you just frowned slightly like you were upset.

"Listen dude, I have more than enough to worry about right now. You don't know what it's like to take care of about 8 cats at a time. I got this job just to make a little money over the summer, but it's defiantly not worth it if it means getting roped into whatever circus you've got going."

At first, he said nothing, as if he was actually thinking over your words instead of just gawking at your face and letting them all slur by. He eventually smiled again, and it made you curdle inside.

"Aw, sweetheart. If you need someone to relieve your tension-"

"That's NOT what I'm implying at all!"

You yowled, before dropping your voice dangerously.

"And what did I tell you about the pet names!" You seethed.

"Well go ahead and quit then,"
He said without missing a beat.

"If sticking it to me is more important than work then I guess I can't change your mind. But before you make that decision, just be aware of one thing."

He then knelt towards you slightly, his short ponytail falling over his shoulder.

"Even if you leave, it won't protect you from me forever."

Your brows furrowed, your throat tightened.

This just got bad real fast.

How badly you wanted to look away from those giant eyes burning holes right through you and shove his face away and then punch him and knock him unconscious and beat him to a pulp and- stop you're getting ahead of yourself.

He's threatening you, no doubt about it.

You couldn't respond with fear.

You wouldn't let yourself.

"Are you threatening me Mr. Perv? Let me tell you right now, you do not want to go there. What exactly do you want from me anyway?"

Stupid question.
Common sense already told you the more than apparent answer.

"It's not what I want from you, it's that I want you."

"Uh you want what now?"

"I will have you, you just haven't realized it. And no amount of fighting or quitting is going to change that."

Your mouth twitched as you searched for the right retaliation.
He was dangerously persistent, but so were you.
Especially on the spot.
Even so, you had to get away from him.

This was becoming too much.

"Heh ok buddy you keep telling yourself that. Let me know if you're getting somewhere so I can make sure you're not!"

You turned on your heel and headed for your car, growling when you heard the sound of a kiss being blown.

"See you tomorrow, (Y/N)!"

You turned back to him and pretended to shoot yourself in the head before going into your car and driving away.

As you drove out, you caught a glance of his smirk through your mirror before you hit the road.

Well that's just fantastic.

What in the world had you gotten yourself into?

That evening, getting home was fairly similar to how it was any other night, even if the circumstances were different.

Well...different being an understatement.

You did not drive straight home after leaving work.

Oh no.

You drove all over town, making sure that you weren't being followed by any purple perverted stalkers.
You did not want him to know where you lived or any kind of personal information for that matter, so you made sure you weren't being followed home.
Sure it might cost you some extra gas money, but this was worth it.

When you were 100% sure there weren't any specific cars following you, you headed home.

Sighing with relief, you entered your house to be greeted with meows from your kitties. Kneeling down, you was over run with little bodies as they tried to rub on your legs and hands.

"Come along," you said getting up to go feed them. "Dinner time!"

Meowing happily, the cats excitedly followed you into the feeding room.

All of the cats were different colors and breeds.
The two adults (Sungura and Beruang) were an American Curl and an long-eared Abyssinian, which both had goldish pelts.
The 'teen' kitty (Merioneto) was a tuxedo with a very long body.
There other five were kittens; Urso the Havana, Toki the Korat, Kana the Chausie, Soro the Somali, and little Nino the Manx with red stripes.
He was the runt of the adopted litter.

You giggled as you watched them dig into their food, before fixing your own dinner.
After you finished eating, you decided to watch a few reruns of your favorite shows before going straight to bed with a good book to get your mind off of things and sleeping the day's events away.
You were pretty excited, it was a recently released book of (favorite book series) and you wanted to get on it.

After watching a couple episodes of you shows and getting a few good laughs, you finished the entirety of your nightly ritual a little slower than usual. Showering, brushing your teeth, climbing into bed, all the while completely forgetting about the day.
When you finally got to bed, you opened your book and started reading until you eyes dropped.
Checking your specially ordered Meow-o-clock, you saw that it was 10:30.

'Wow I should really get to bed!' You thought to yourself, before putting the book down in your dresser and hitting the hay, cuddling with your stuffed Toothless and Appa.

Unfortunately for you, you usually didn't go straight to sleep, so your mind turned against you and you started wondering.
You took the time to think about the day and the events that followed.

You actually couldn't believe what happened!
You had basically attacked a guy, though it was out of self defense.
Not to mention he totally deserved it. You were worried though, what if you couldn't stop yourself from wanting to beat him to a pulp?
What if you went to jail because of assault?

You shook your head.

No, that wouldn't happen. Vincent would go to jail long before you ever would.

Of course, that wasn't at all that was bothering you.
Speaking of jail, why hadn't you called the police on this freak already?

It's not like anything was really stopping you.

But that was the thing; you could accuse him of doing the things he did, but what if there wasn't enough proof?

What if somehow Vincent was able to cover his tracks and appear perfectly innocent?

You didn't feel like going to court and doing all that hard work.
Besides, you were a good person, you liked helping people, it's possible that maybe overtime Vincent would see that you weren't affected and would give up his ways.
It was unlikely, but you were willing to give it a shot.

And if stuff was really going to get down, you always had the police on speed dial.

After maybe an hour of intense thinking and wondering, you finally fell asleep.

What awaited you was the most badly timed dream of the century.

"Get the heck away from me you freak!"

You couldn't move.

Something was restraining your wrists, while the rest of you dangled in a limp and extremely uncomfortable sitting position.

Vincent stood in a doorway, a box of white light serving as his backdrop. His silhouette was only tinged purple at the edges, while the rest was blacked out, just like the rest of the setting.

The only thing distinguishable were his eyes and smile. They were luminescent.

He was a phantom cocking his head, examining his prey.

"Oh, but we've only just begun!"

He stepped towards you, his shoes reverberating against the cold floor. Behind him you heard children the same way you had in the pizzeria.
But they weren't laughing. They were screaming this time.
It was haunting.

What was going on?

Not wanting to just sit there, you used all of your strength to stand up in the chair.
You were still bound to it, and the weight was very uncomfortable, but at least you could walk around.

"Ha! Come at me bro I got a chair and I'm not afraid to use it!"

You started running towards him, unleashing an awesome battle cry.

Vincent continued walking toward you as if you haven't suddenly just charged at him.

As you got close to him, you turned around at the last second so the chair legs could whack him, but to your shock, he grabbed them and slammed them on the floor, you following suit on top of it.
Shocked and slightly stunned by what just happened, you hissed and tried to stand up again, only this time to find that the chair was stuck to the ground.

You struggled to lift up, but it would budge, and you were loosing strength.

A dark chuckle sounded behind you, deep and menacing.

You looked up in horror to see that you were no longer facing the doorway, but instead complete pitch black.

A voice rung in your ear behind you,

"I can see right through you (Y/N), your attacks can not stop me any more.~"

You growled and tried to cut through your bindings, but it was too tough for your nails.

Suddenly, you saw his eyes light up in the darkness in front of you, his smile also becoming visible as it stretched to the size of a Cheshire cat's.

"Don't you dare take another step or I'll-"

You were interrupted when you felt his hands slam into the sides of the chair holding you, his face meet centimeters away from yours.

"Or you'll what?~ You are helpless and weak now (Y/N), you can't fight me anymore.~"

He pulled away, still smiling like a demon.

"And if you don't start treating me with the respect I deserve, your going to have to find some new 'company'~"

You narrowed your eyes angrily, but you also found yourself starting to shake.

"W-what do you mean by that?"

You couldn't believe you just stuttered.

Suddenly, the room that was filled with children screaming was filled with new yowls of kittens and cats, as if they were in pain.

Suddenly a spotlight turned on, showing several cats in a small cage.

Your eyes shot wide as you recognized them as your cats!

"YOU STAY AWAY FROM THEM YOU CREEP!" You yelled.

Vincent merely laughed as he neared the cage, approaching them like a hungry wolf.
He stopped over the cage before slowly lifting the top of it.

You gasped in horror as he reached in and pulled out a kitten;
it was little Nino.

He was pitifully mewling in pain and panic as he was lifted into the the air by the scruff of his neck.

How dare he!

Only mother cats can hold their kittens like that!

"YOU MONSTER YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE!" You screamed.

"Oh I don't think so,~"

He hissed, lifting little Nino up to his face, staring at him like he was a delicious snack.

"You see my dear (Y/N)~, I always get what I want, and if anything gets in my way, I make them pay."

His free hand suddenly flew up and squeezed Nino's small body, causing him to squeak out in pain.
You were shaking in your seat tying with all you might to pull up from your seat and charge at him again.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM YOU DEMON!" You screeched.

You felt your eyes water at the sight of your little baby being tortured under the hands of a madman.
You started hyperventilating and shaking your head frantically, trying to escape this nightmare, but no no avail.

"Ssshhhh" He whispered loudly.

To your surprise, Vincent suddenly let go of his small body, but to your horror you could see little Nino struggling to breathe, coughing and shaking with fear.
Vincent smiled widely at the squirming, almost lifeless kit in his hand before tilting his head toward you.

"You give so much of your love and attention to these little worthless scraps of nothing than to anything else. You would do anything for them. They are the reason you are strong, they are your motivation, your world. You fight for them.
But if I got rid of them..."

Suddenly out of no where he pulled out a giant knife.
It glinted dangerously in the limited light, flecks of dried blood showing up on the blade as well.

He slowly and tortuously lifted it up to Nino's fragile neck, parting his fur with it before whispering venomously.

"Then you will have nothing let to fight for."

"STOP!"

You suddenly yelled, defeated and terrified for the fate of your beloved cats.

Vincent paused, and shifted his face over to your slightly, his large toothy smile never changing.

Tears started falling down your face as all you could do was watch in fear and horror.

"Please Vincent, just stop. I'll do anything, just please don't hurt them..." You told him weakly.

Without removing his eyes from yours, Vincent slowly removed the knife and put the kitten gently back in the cage with the others.

He was delighted that you were begging.

It was written all over his face.

He came over to you and bent to his knees, lovingly tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear while you looked away shamefully, tears staining your face.

"That's better. See? That wasn't so hard now was it?~"

Shaking, you looked back at him with eyes full of hatred.

"You won't get away with this. I won't let you get away with this."

His eyes widened and he moved closer to you.

"And how do you plan on stopping me Sweetheart?~"

At this, you tried pulling against your binds again.

It seemed the harder you struggled, the more resilient they became.

You were about to start yelling at him some more when you felt his arms snake around your waist and tug you to him.

"I want you, (Y/N). I want you bad. The question is, are you willing to risk it all to keep the inevitable from happening?"

The closeness, and the intensity of his touch made something in you burn.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your knees clenched together.

You didn't know how to answer his question with a simple yes or no, so in your blind state of mind, you stated the obvious.

"T-this is a dream, a nightmare! Nothing here is real!"

Vincent's grip began sliding further down.

"Are you sure?"

And then his tongue lapped its way up the side of your face.

Your eyes shot open, and you shrieked.

"AAAHH!"

You were sitting up straight, panting, furiously wiping sweat from your brow.

You instantly flew your hand to the place where he had "licked" you and started wiping at it.

"EWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEW!"

You said as you wiped the nonexistent saliva.

You jumped out of bed and ran downstairs only to sigh in relief at seeing all of your precious kitties curled up on the couch.

When you had entered the room, some of them lifted their heads up curiously, probably wondering if it was time to be feed yet.

After you feed and petted your cats, you trudged back to your room with a mug of calming chamomile tea mixed with caffeinated green tea.

You then made a quick look at the Meow-o-clock, which showed you that it was morning already, and you were due back at work in just a few hours' time.

Shaking your head, you sat on your bed and thought.

Wow what a nightmare.

Everything you thought couldn't possibly happen happened.

You were bound and restricted.

Vincent was winning.

Your kitties were held hostage.

He almost killed them.

He invaded your personal space.

He made you cry.

And the worst possible thing; you couldn't do a single thing to stop him.

Suddenly you exploded with laughter.

What a nightmare indeed!

All those things that you feared could only happen is such a silly way after all.

You begging tied up to a chair?!

Vincent actually expecting your attacks?!

Your kittens not already adopted?!

You not being able to kick his butt?!

You crying like a weakling?!

Vincent intimidating you?!

You fell on your bed laughing and gasping for breath.

Suddenly you stopped laughing and sat up, emotion draining from your face.

You remembered hearing the screaming of kids in the background of your nightmare.

Why would there be any kids in your nightmare unless...

You shook your head.

You didn't have time for this, you had to get ready.
It probably wasn't anything anyways.

Just another creepy aspect of your 'nightmare'.

After a few minutes, you regained your composure, apologizing to the universe for your immaturity, before snickering off to the bathroom to go get ready for the day.

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