Disclaimer: I don't claim or own anyone characters from Beauty and the Beast that I mentioned, they are all owned by the CW.
Update: I decided to renamed the story, because the original didn't go well with it. I also edited some of the chapters as well.
(Chapter 1)
Catherine wasn't sure if it was a good idea to have Gabe hanging around while they waited for Vincent to wake up. It was nice that her boss was there to help out sedate her boyfriend at an abandoned warehouse, but she knew he wasn't going to hurt her, and it's not like she couldn't handle it herself. Still, Catherine didn't trust his sorry ass from before, not after kidnapping her and trying to kill the man she loves for his own selfish reasons. She already felt it was all her fault if she didn't give him that damn injection in the first place that he wouldn't have been taking. Then again, how the hell were they together going to stop Gabe's beast from killing both of them? Maybe he did have something to do with Vincent's kidnapping as well.
"At least let me stay until he wakes up, just to be safe." Gabe offered after JT, and he had laid Vincent's limp body on the leather couch in the living room at the Gentleman's Club.
"I don't need you to protect me from Vincent." Catherine retorted while folding her arms across her chest and she glared at him with her brows snapped together.
"Catherine, I know I haven't earned your trust back yet, but..."
"You think?" Catherine snorted while cutting Gabe off, knowing it'll take a while before she can fully trust this jerk. She remembered when she kept placing those pads of the defibrillator on Gabe's chest, retrying to resuscitate him for the third time, and finally, it did pay off. Hoping that saving Gabe's sorry ass would get her some answers to Vincent's whereabouts, but sadly it didn't. She didn't think it through too much, really, when trying to restart Gabe's heart to 'bring him back from the dead.' It was more like an impulse than anything else.
"Look, the only way I can truly make my amends is to keep trying, and that starts with helping him and protecting you." Gabe finished what he was saying before. He really wasn't doing this for Vincent, and he was just trying to repay Catherine somehow. He could care less about her boyfriend. He tried to reason with her, but by the look on her face, he knew he wasn't welcome here.
"We don't need your help," Catherine told him while glaring at him while he was leaving. Her attention then went to JT, and she saw the concerned look on his face like something was bothering him. "What?"
"Look, I don't like the guy any more than you do, but aren't you a little concerned about what Muirfield did to Vincent?" JT remarked as he tried to make sense of all this. He didn't like that Vincent looked different, almost looked menacing, and that his best friend was about to attack them in the warehouse. "I mean, let's face it. He was clearly different. And, frankly, a little scary."
"Scary, JT, really?" Catherine raised an eyebrow, and she couldn't believe he was acting like this. Sure Vincent's appearance wasn't the same, but physically he was the same man that left them three months ago. He just looked different. "What are you, like, six?"
Catherine glanced over to where Vincent's unconscious body was; he was in her every waking thought, and now he laid on JT's couch. He was back where he belongs, home and safe. She must have admitted he did look a bit more muscular, buffer than before. Which she didn't mind at all, it made him look more powerful, and his beast was a bit meaner looking this time too. There was more skin color now than the gray color with fewer dark veins that she was used to before. She guessed maybe to blend in without being noticeable. His hair was shorter than before, in a military-style look, and the only thing missing was the scar that ran down the right side of his face. That's when she realized something and commented. "I know why your facial recognition software wasn't working before."
"Come again?" JT asked, getting caught off guard.
"Vincent doesn't have the scar on his face, and his hair is shorter than before," Catherine answered while continuing to stare at the hunk of a man laid out on the couch. She remembered when they were trying to find him before with the facial recognition software, but the computer couldn't recognize him.
It took a moment before JT figured out what she was talking about, then it dawned on him, and he threw his hands up in the air. "No wonder it couldn't come up with a match."
"Yeah." Catherine agreed.
"You still took one hell of a chance here, Cat," JT remarked while looking at Vincent and then to Catherine.
"Excuse me?"
"Come on; it took three tranq darts to stop him. Three." JT stated, holding up three of his fingers, he was trying to reason with her. Let alone Vincent didn't even remember her. He commented. "He didn't even recognize you, Cat."
"Okay, where am I?" Vincent let out a groan as he slowly woke up to the sound of muffled voices. He wasn't sure where he was, but it did somehow feel familiar to him. Similar to the voices that were heard and couldn't familiarize who owned them. He tried sitting up quickly but felt the room spinning. He could feel the blood rushing to his brain, causing him to become lightheaded and a little off balance. 'What the hell?' He pressed his fingertips against the temples before pinching the bridge of his nose and felt the room spinning again. Then the woman's voice as she came closer to him. He tried getting off the couch to stand also, but his feet weren't listening as he staggered a little.
He felt her small hands gently start pushing him back on the sofa, saying. "It's okay, take it easy. Okay, you're home."
"Home?" Vincent was a little unsure about it. Was this home? He was too out of sorts to remember anything right now. He tried to clear some of the cobwebs, but his head was pounding, and he felt nauseous. The last thing he remembered was being in some houseboat.
"Yeah, big guy, you're at the Gentleman's Club." He heard his best friend JT stated.
"The Gentleman's Club," Vincent repeated the name, trying to get himself familiarized with it, trying to get up again, but only to stagger back onto the leather sofa.
"Okay, just relax," Catherine commented, realizing that Vincent was still trying to figure out where he was. She came to him, touching his cheek again, trying to get him to her attention. "Vincent, look at me. Do you remember me? I'm-I'm Cat. Catherine."
Vincent's vision and senses were slowly coming back into focus. When he heard a pounding of a heartbeat and smelled that familiar jasmine scent of hers, it took him a few moments before knowing who it belonged to. The same smoking-hot girlfriend he had before he was kidnapped. His Catherine. He smiled a little and brought his right hand up to her cheek, and started caressing it with his thumb. "Catherine."
"Yeah." Catherine's face lit up for a moment before it went to a serious expression.
"What is it?" Vincent looked at her with concern when he saw her facial expression change. He sensed something was bothering her.
"You didn't remember me earlier when at that abandoned warehouse," Catherine told him with her brows pulled together.
"I'm not following?" Vincent looked at her, confused.
"When we found you. You didn't know who Cat was, dude," JT informed him.
"What?" Vincent was still confused about what they were telling him. How could he not know his own girlfriend?
"You were acting differently, too big guy." JT interrupted again.
Vincent pulled back from her and looked over at JT, confused, asking. "Acting different, how?"
"Like you were on a mission or something." JT hesitated while handing him a glass of water, and he drank some of it. He wasn't sure how to tell him what had happened after that. "Not to mention you went after Cat."
Vincent pulled brows together in a frown, a bit concerned, and looked at Catherine. "I went after you."
"Like you were stalking her..." JT butted in again, nervously rubbed the back of his neck, and started to pace the floor before continuing. "That was right before we had to tranq you three times to get you sedated."
"I was.…stalking you?" Vincent pressed his lips tighter and looked concerned at Catherine again. He still couldn't believe what they were telling him was true. He didn't remember going after her in the warehouse. What concerned him more was why he was there in the first place? "I'm sorry."
"That doesn't matter right now." Catherine touched the side of his face and ran her thumb across his cheek. "What matters is that we found you, and you're safe."
"Yeah." Vincent clenched his jaw tightly and looked down briefly. Embarrassed that he couldn't remember anything recently, being down at the dock, going after his girlfriend and what happened during that time.
"Do you remember anything from the last three months? Being captured? What happened to you?" Catherine focused her gaze on Vincent's face, hoping to get some answers to his disappearance.
"I don't know," Vincent shook his head, trying to recall what he could remember. "the last thing I uh remember was getting a net thrown over me and being taken away by the helicopter after they killed Gabe." He paused for a moment taking her small hand in his and intertwined their fingers together. His voice then became thick with emotion remembering reaching for her trying to hold and losing the grip. "You were reaching for my hand, and I uh tried to hold on...but you were slipping away."
"Hey." Catherine saw the emotions played across his face again as he kept staring down at their hands. "You okay?"
Vincent clenched his jaw, afraid that he wouldn't see her again. "I thought...that-that uh, I'll never see you again."
"It's okay..." Catherine touched his cheek again. "I'm right here."
"Yeah," Vincent replied while pulling her towards him again and placing each other foreheads against one another. He put his hand under Catherine's chin, lifting her head, so their eyes could meet. "I do remember you." Their eyes glazed on each other; he was about to kiss her lips when he heard the buzzing of her phone before she could respond to it.
"I completely lost track of time. I promised my sister I'd be there for my dad's tribute." Catherine commented, letting out a sigh while she looked at her phone. Frustrated, she ran her hand through her long hair.
"Your dad's tribute?" Vincent looked at her a bit confused, wondering if this was the same father he went to her father's wedding before.
Catherine looked up at him, saying. "My father passed after they took you."r's wedding before.
Catherine looked up at him, saying. "My father passed after they took you."
Vincent reached over, embracing, bringing her closer to him, wrapping his build arms around, holding her close to his hard body. Enjoying the feeling of having her in his arms again, he kissed the top of her head, holding it against his chest, and started to smooth her long hair. Enjoying the closeness of her, so much he had missed for an extended period of time, not seeing or being with Catherine. Like there was an empty hole that needed to be filled. "I'm so sorry."
"I can't just leave," Catherine pulled back and looked up at him. "not after we finally found you."
"You're not leaving him. I got him." JT assured her.
"Go. I'll be fine." Vincent told her as he had seen her hesitated and heard her heart beating rapidly. He could tell she was a bit concerned and nervous. He kissed the side of her head before saying. "Go."
"Okay, I'll be back soon." Catherine gave Vincent a reassuring smile, removing herself from the couch, and stood. Then she looked at JT. Who gave her a nod in return. She grabbed her jacket and left, heading to her apartment to get ready for her dad's tribute.
"Is the target on-site?" Agent Reynolds sat behind the table in the conference room, flipping through the files that were sprawled across. The meeting just went over a few moments ago, and one of the younger agents approached him.
"Yes, sir..." The young man hesitated while he entered the room; he was new to the government and didn't know how to explain his concerns for the 'new subject' that he had trained for the late past three months.
"What is it, Agent Maxwell?"
"Sir, Do you...do you think it was such a good idea to leave him there earlier?" Steven kept straightening his tie repeatedly.
"He'll be just fine," Reynolds answered with confidence as he finished writing something down on one of the notes he had in the folder and looked up at the young agent.
"What if he snaps out of it?" Steven asked, knowing of the outcome of the last 2 'subjects' that they experimented on didn't go all too well. He wasn't sure why this particular one was so important to the government.
"He won't," Reynolds assured him while getting up from behind the table and grabbed the papers, putting them inside the manilla folder. He simply continued. "Not until he finished with the damn mission."
"Aren't you a bit concerned that he'll remember what he did?" Steven inquired, drawing his brows together, and looked at the older gentleman with concern.
"Nope." Reynolds picked up the folder marked top secret on it and stood in front of Steven, giving the young man a serious expression. "That's what he was programmed for, get the mission done and forget it ever happened."
"But..."
"Are you questioning my actions, son?" Reynolds's voice sounded resentful while stepping closer to Steven. How dare this new agent question his decision? He's been in the position since this kid has been in diapers.
"No...sir. It's just. What if she finds out he's back."
"Then I'll deal with the detective then. Right now, let Keller do what he was programmed to do." He informed the young agent before heading out the door.
"Sir, it's Zhao on line five." Agent Tucker approached Reynolds while he left the conference room and handed him the cell phone.
"What the hell do you want, Zhao?" Reynolds demanded; apparently, the plan didn't go as he hoped. Making him think that the mission was complete, why didn't Agent Maxwell inform him just now? He'll have to deal with him later; right now, he had more impressive matters to attend to.
"I am telling you, somebody set me up, made me think I'd finally found Keller so he could flush me out into the open and kill me, and I want to know who!" Zhao complained through the phone as he was getting on an elevator at some hotel.
"Well, first of all, Zhao, you don't tell me what to do. I don't work for you; you work for me." Reynolds reminded him through the phone as he was heading down the hall towards his office.
"You don't understand. Somebody's out to get me, Reynolds." Zhao's voice was distraught as he entered a lab and passed by a table with some kind of equipment on it. "And whoever it is stealing my formula and turned Keller into the beast that I was gonna turn him into!"
"Look, maybe it's time we shut Muirfield down," Reynolds suggested while stopping before he got to his door. He couldn't get over how clueless Zhao became, thinking Vincent became a beast because someone had stolen the government's serum. When it wasn't even close to the truth, Vincent was already what he was, over 10 years now.
"Shut Muirfield down? I am Muirfield!" Zhao ranted through the phone. How dare Reynolds even suggest that? He wasn't about to lose his job, especially after taking over from his father. A job that brought in thousands of dollars for his services.
"Okay, listen to me. Now, I've warned you before. As soon as your experiments start getting out of control, we," Reynolds responded with bitterness in his voice while stopping before he got to the door. He wanted to make it seem like Zhao was to blame for Vincent's sudden out of control behavior. When in fact, it was planned to make it look like that, he could take out Zhao by surprise.
"My experiments have made us both a lot of money, so don't threaten me," Zhao commanded Reynolds while he nervously walked around his desk before taking a seat. He suspected if Reynolds was suggesting to him about closing the project down, he mined as well put up a fight before letting that happen. So he continued in a threatening manner. "And just so we're clear, if I go down, you go down, too. The FBI came to me, not the other way around. These may be my creations, but you're the ones who wanted it black ops, so you try to shut me down, and I start talking to the press, understand? Keller's worth a lot of money to me, and I want him back." He continued to threaten Reynolds before hastily hanging up the phone.
"What happened?"
"I don't know yet, but Zhao is still alive," Reynolds answered Agent Tucker as he gave the phone back to him.
"Does he know we set him up?" Agent Tucker asked with concern.
"Not yet." Reynolds entered his office with Agent Tucker following behind him. "We got to get Vincent to go after him again. Otherwise, Zhao is gonna slither away for good. Has Vincent checked in?"
"No, he's not at the boat, either. I don't even know where to start looking for him."
"I think I do," Reynolds recalled discussing Zhao and him a few minutes ago about his daughter getting in the way. "Zhao said a cop got in the way this morning. A female cop, but I'm going to check out something to confirm that suspicion first." He told Agent Tucker while he started getting ready to attend Thomas Chandler's tribute at his law firm. He figured since he was attending and his daughter would be there, and he can get some information on Vincent's whereabouts.
Catherine had to excuse herself for a moment to get some fresh air. She needed to clear her head and ease her anxiety. Not only from finally finding Vincent but relieved to see him alive and physically unharmed. She had figured that if Muirfield had captured him, they needed him for something. Her anxiety was now on being here at her father's tribute, and she wanted to know what Heather had to speak to her. It sounded important earlier when her sister called, saying they needed to talk. So why didn't she want to tell her now and not here? Something didn't feel right for some reason.
"Ms. Chandler?"
"Yes?" Catherine heard a man's voice from behind her approaching as she turned to notice an older gentleman standing there, looking mighty important, wearing a navy blue suit. Maybe one of her dad's colleagues.
"I'm Bob Reynolds." The man introduced himself and held out his hand. "I just wanted to introduce myself and let you know how sorry I am for your loss. Your father was a very good man."
"Thank you. Uh, how'd you know him?" Catherine tilted her head to the side, giving him a confused look before she shook his hand.
"We crossed paths on a couple of cases over the years." Reynolds lied while pausing a second, and he wasn't sure if telling his daughter about his occupation would be such a good idea. Since it might link him back to Vincent, he needed to get a hold of him and have him go after Zhao. So he'd figure he'll give it a shot anyway. "I'm an FBI Agent."
"Really?" Catherine inquired with her forehead creased. She never heard that her father was working with the FBI on any cases. She responded. "Wow. Uh, Dad never mentioned he worked with the FBI."
"Yeah, he probably didn't want to bore you."
"Yeah." Catherine agreed but wondered why she would be bored by her father's stories with the FBI. Since they both worked in law enforcement, she was interested in becoming a lawyer when she was growing up. She figured maybe because some cases were classified, but he could have mentioned it even if that was the case.
"He said you're a detective, is that right?"
"Yeah, I'm over at the 125th," Catherine answered, coming out of her thoughts, strange that her dad would bother to mention Reynolds about her occupation but failed to tell her about him working with the FBI.
"Oh. You homicide? Vice?"
"No, I actually used to be special crimes, but, um, right now, I'm just helping out with a missing person case," Catherine answered, wondering again why this guy would be so interested in her job? Maybe he was trying to be social?
"Ah, missing persons," Bob replied; that was the keyword for him, a missing person, now he was on to something. So he tried to sound sincere when stating the following comment. "They're sometimes the most frustrating. And heartbreaking."
"Tell me about it." Catherine agreed, watching Reynolds as he said his goodbye, but started to hesitate as if he just thought of something.
Reynolds paused and turned to face her. He needed to figure out where Vincent was and confirm what he already knew. "By the way, you should know that your dad talked about you all the time. He was super proud of you. Worried, but proud." It was actually Bob that worried since his daughter was dating a beast.
"Worried how?" Catherine inquired. She couldn't understand how her father was worried about her when the only thing that Thomas seemed concerned about was whatever he wanted to talk to her. Before being shoved in front of an oncoming car that nearly killed him.
"I don't know." Reynolds shrugged his shoulder lightly. He needed to see if his suspicion was correct and the best way he knew how to 'ask' the right questions. "He never would say. I always just assumed he didn't like your boyfriend or something."
"Fathers never think anybody's good enough for their daughters," Catherine commented while her detective intuition went on full alert now. Something about this guy seemed off, and she never told her father about having a boyfriend or about Vincent, for that matter. So why would this agent be so concerned about her personal life?
"How true."
"Yeah, well, if you'll excuse me, I have a speech to get ready for." Catherine excused herself while checking the time on her watch and was about to go back inside. Then afterward, she needed to see Vincent.
"Well, it was nice to meet you," Reynolds said sincerely as both of them said their goodbyes and waited for her leave before calling Agent Tucker. "I think I know where Vincent is."
"So, how did you, uh, find me?" Vincent inquired while walking behind the bar to get another glass of water. He was still dehydrated from the side effects of the tranq dart.
"We just lucked out with the facial recognition and picked up the location at some dock," JT said honestly, thankful when it did work, after numerous tries and tribulations and with no results. "We weren't really sure if it was you or not."
"Well. I'm glad it worked when it did." Vincent looked over at JT with a grateful smile and drank some of the water from the glass. He rubbed the base of the neck and pressed his lips together, still trying to figure out why he couldn't remember any of this. The last thing Vincent remembered was standing on the docks waiting for someone and then getting a phone call. After that, everything went blank before he wound up on JT's sofa. "You said I was at some docks?"
"Yeah, apparently, you were attacking some guys when we got there," JT told him.
"Guys, what guys?" Vincent looked at him questionably.
"We didn't know, and we figured since you remember us, you would know what was going on," JT said to him.
"No man, sorry." Vincent shook his head and clenched his jaw.
"So you actually don't remember being down at the docks earlier, when we found you?"
"If I did, wouldn't I told you by now, JT?" Vincent's voice was harsh, snapping at his best friend. He didn't mean to, but he was annoyed by not being able to remember anything. "I'm sorry, man, it's just-just frustrating, you know."
"Uh, no, it's okay." JT shook his head, a little taken back from Vincent snapping at him like that.
"No, it's not. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that." Vincent clenched his jaw, regretting his reaction towards JT. Something he had never done in the past.
"It's okay, dude. It's just been a little tense around here since you were gone."
"So, uh, how was she?" Vincent asked as he thought about Catherine; he had a gut feeling that she wasn't herself while he was gone.
"Cat?" JT saw the concerned expression on his best friend's face. He knew Vincent was worried about his girlfriend's well-being this past three months without him.
"Yeah, uh, how was she while I was gone?" Vincent's voice was full of concern. He needed to know.
"Not good; after you were kidnapped, Cat wasn't herself. She didn't sleep, eat, and she wouldn't stop looking for you, man." JT paused, trying to find the right words, and continued. "Even after Tess and I told her you weren't coming, ba..." JT saw the unpleasant look Vincent was given him. "I-I...mean what IF you weren't coming back."
"Really?" Vincent looked at JT again and raised his eyebrow at him.
"What? You were missing for three months; what do you expect us to think, dude."
"I don't know, man," Vincent sighed as he got up from the barstool and started pacing the floor. He said regretfully. "Look, I'm sorry you guys had to go through that. Especially Catherine."
"It wasn't your fault V; you didn't know you were going to be kidnapped. None of us did." JT commented while approaching him and put his hands on Vincent's shoulder as a comforting gesture. "Well, we're glad to have you back, big guy."
"Thanks, man." Vincent smiled, then started thinking about what to do next. Figuring since now they found him, he needed to spend some time with both JT and Catherine. To make up for the three months, he was gone. He owed them that much.
"Hello?" JT answered the phone, getting the muffled voice on the other end. Not sure who was calling him and couldn't make out the voice. "I'm sorry, who?
"What is it, JT?" Vincent came over to where JT was at and looked on with concern.
"Condor? No, uh, you got the wrong number." JT couldn't believe that someone had called his phone to play a practical joke on him. Maybe it was a crank call or something. "Seriously, people?"
Vincent fell like a switch just went off in his brain, he went still, and his mind went blank with a matching expression on his face. He needed to get out of there and on his next mission since failing to finish this morning, plus he needed to report to his commander and check-in. So he quickly grabbed his jacket and headed for the door, saying. "I got to go."
"What?" JT inquired as his attention went to his best friend after putting the phone on the table beside him. "Wait! Where are you going?"
"Sorry, I'm late."
"Late? Late for what?" JT couldn't understand what just happened to his best friend. One minute he was acting like himself, and then he was a very different person. "What about Cat? She'll be back soon."
"Tell her you couldn't stop me," Vincent said boldly, slipping on his leather jacket and stalking over towards the door about to head out.
JT grabbed the tranq gun off the nearby shelf, arming himself with it. He lost him once already, and it's been a hell of 3 months. He wasn't going to let Vincent go that easily. So he pointed the tranquilizer gun at him, pleading with Vincent, who was not himself. Hoping he would listen. "Please don't make me shoot you again."
JT watched Vincent stop dead in his tracks and just stood in the doorway for a moment. Then slowly turning towards him, staring at him with an intense look. Making his heart was beating rapidly, and his breathing was ragged. Which didn't help when you have a super-soldier with cross-species DNA in him, kept eying him like some sort of prey. "What? What-what is it?"
Vincent just stood in the doorway for a moment, hearing the pounding of this guy's heart, the shallow breathing, and the trickling of sweat appearing on his face. He knew this guy was panicky; whoever it was, honestly thought he could stop him. An idea came to his mind about the training he took at the facilities and what better way to do it now. The corner of his mouth lifted, and he left out a chuckle.
"Why are you smiling?" JT continued to try and hold the gun straight enough to take the shot, but he was too nervous, and his hands were shaking. He felt something hit his right shoulder in a blink of an eye, and then his shoulder started to become numb. That's when he noticed Vincent had disappeared. The tranq gun sat on the end of the bar table near the exit of the door. He couldn't believe his best friend just tranq him with his 'own' tranquilizer gun nevertheless. "What the hell?"
Gabe sat behind his desk at the precinct, thinking of what happened with both Catherine and JT earlier. Neither one of them trusted him still and for all a good reason, after what he did before to her, kidnapping and trying to kill Vincent so that he can control his feral state without any meds. The truth was all just as planned; now, gain Catherine's trust entirely and go on from there. He heard the buzzing of his phone beside him and glanced at the number. He wasn't familiar with the number that was calling him now, so he had to be discreet when he answered. "Lowan."
"You were supposed to keep my daughter from finding him. What the hell happened?" Reynolds hissed through the phone at Gabe. He couldn't believe that he was going to truly trust him to hold up his side of the bargain.
"In all due respect, sir, you told me to gain her trust first," Gabe said honestly.
"Yeah, that was in between the three months he was missing, Lowan." Reynolds retorted in return and then rolled his eyes.
"Well, it was kind of hard after I kidnapped her and tried to kill her boyfriend then," Gabe explained the reason as to why he had trouble trying to gain Catherine's trust.
"Listen to me, Lowan; I want you to do everything in your power to make sure he stays away from my daughter and vice versa." Reynolds ranted through the phone; he didn't like the fact that his daughter was involved with one of Vanessa's experiments; he had hoped she would forget about him by now and move on with her life.
"Yes, sir."
"Why do you think I helped you get this job in the first place?" Reynolds reminded him.
"I know, sir, and I thank you for it. Is there anything else?" Gabe inquired while acknowledging Reynolds put in a good word when he first applied for the ADA job a few years ago. He was there just to keep an eye on any strange involvement of both Muirfield and the Vigilante. At the time, he didn't know it was Vincent.
"Make her believe that she saved your ass. When in reality, we know that it wasn't the case. Do you understand?" Reynolds mentioned to him through the phone.
"Yes, sir." Gabe hung the phone up and took a deep breath. He was thankful that Reynolds took him out with the fake bullets embedded with the barbiturate drug. That helped sedate his beast to the point of being unconscious. Then little did Catherine know that she only resuscitated his human side. He leaned back into his chair, letting his eyes glow and let a smile crept across his face. He had a lot of work cut out for him.
To be continued.….
This is my version of Who Am I? I had thought of what would happen if Vincent just forgot what he did on the missions and not the past. Please leave a review and let me know if you would like a continuation.