WARNING: Contains adult content, rated M for only Adult audiences, explicit language and sexual content.*

(Chapter 2)

"J.T.? I'm so sorry." Catherine entered the Gentleman's Club after bailing out on her father's Tribute, but there were more suppressing matters right now. Like J.T. getting tranq by Vincent of all people. "I still can't believe he tranqs you. He would never do that to you. Here" She handed him a glass of water.

"Don't you think I know that," J.T. took the glass of water from Catherine, thanked her, and drank it before he continued? "I just don't get it; he was fine after you left."

"I know. What the hell happened?"

"I don't know after I got this call. He just, he just was completely Terminator mode on me." J.T. commented. "Like he couldn't remember me, the same thing with not remembering you earlier, and his facial expression changed. It was more serious than usual."

"Wait a minute, what phone call J.T.? When was this?" Catherine looked at him questionably.

"A few minutes ago, but it was the wrong number. Why?"

"Well, some guy was at my dad's tribute wanting to know about the current case I was working on with a missing person." Catherine drew her eyebrows together as she recalled the strange conversation she had with Agent Reynolds. Not to mention the comment about her father not liking her boyfriends.

"Maybe he was trying to make small talk?" J.T. guessed while he wiped his brow with the damp towel, trying to get his temperature down a bit.

"I don't know; it just seemed off," Catherine went over to where J.T.'s computer was and went through the security footage from earlier. She couldn't deal with worrying about that right now. She had a boyfriend she needed to find again.

"What are you doing?"

"You said Vincent said he was late for something. Maybe it has to do with the guy that got away." Catherine explained as she continued to type something out, and the picture of the guy came on the screen. "There. Forward that to Gabe. Have him run an I.D. check through every database he can access. Maybe if we can find who Vincent was after, we can find Vincent." She said before heading toward the door.

"Wait! We're trusting Gabe now?" J.T. was flabbergasted because Catherine wanted to trust Gabe after all the crap he did last year.

"No, we just need all the data access we can get, and I figured what better way is to get it through Gabe," Catherine explained as she quickly started over towards the door again.

"Where are you going?"

"Do a little surveillance myself?" Catherine answered with a smirk while heading out the door. First, she needed to go home and change her clothes.

Vincent stood in the middle of the warehouse by the docks, remembering being there earlier. This time he needed to get back on Zhao's trail without any more distractions. He was especially getting chewed out by his commander more before-after checking in with him. Vincent knew he was not happy with the outcome of what happened earlier today, but he honestly didn't know what or how it happened. He just remembered somehow being in this guy's living room after receiving the call Him getting distracted by this Catherine Chandler was not acceptable with her showing up at the scene, but he had a gut feeling this wasn't the first time. He just felt embarrassed because he let Zhao go and allowed 'this' Catherine and her friends to tranq him so they could kidnap him. With his new abilities, he began to take in the sounds and smells of the empty warehouse, the Motor oil, the grease, metal, rubber chemicals, and resin. Then the copper smell of blood hit his nose as he started envisioning Zhao nursing his injured hand, like a wounded animal, and followed the scent outside towards the south side of NYC.

Once he got there, he cautiously, with his speed, took out the arm men as they were trying to get on an elevator. He hit the only button with a golden star next to it, figuring there was some significance behind it. Still smelling Zhao's scent, he knew he was heading in the right direction. Not only was he wounded, but he was afraid as well. Within a few minutes, the elevator stopped, and the door opened to some secret lab. Cabinets lined up against the wall filled with equipment microscopes, bunsen burners, Erlenmeyer flasks, cylinders, Petri dishes, and test tubes sat on the shelves. The combination smells of the acrid chemicals, Cleaners, and vapor hit his senses hard. As Vincent had these flashes appear before him, something to do with the army and getting injected with a needle. Then he was out in the desert, while everything around him was being blown up; bodies laid everywhere and the men from his unit. Changing into the beast, remembering what the government did to him and his unit, was unacceptable. He took that anger and started going after Zhao. Seeing him cowardly in the corner, smelling his body odor and the sweat coming off his body, only ignited his rage even more.

"Who are you working for?" Zhao cried and kept his back to a wall with his hands up, trying to shield himself, which Vincent knew was useless since he was stronger than him. As he got closer to his target, he was attacked from behind by one of the other agents. Before, the guy went over to Zhao's side and started shooting at Vincent, but the bullet missed him and hit one of the gas tanks instead. Causing it to let go of harmful gas and for Zhao to escape into the next room. His gunman wasn't so lucky as Vincent rammed one of the empty steel cages hard up against him with his foot.

Just as Vincent followed Zhao into the room and watched him struggle with the gas mask over his face, he had to think of how lucky he was to have this monster inside him, that the fumes from the gas did not affect him right now. He watched as Zhao tried to find a way out. Vincent started stalking him from behind, unaware of his until he turned around wearing the gas mask. That's when he backhanded him across the room, losing the gas mask in the process. He scooted back on the floor, and his heart rate doubled when Vincent growled while approaching him. It would have been perfect right now for taking out Zhao for good if it wasn't for that woman's voice calling out to him trying to interfere in his mission. Again. "Vincent! Vincent!"

Vincent couldn't understand how the hell did she know where he was? For some reason, there was something familiar about this woman. The scent. That heartbeat. That voice. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he couldn't deal with that now. He had a mission to finish with, and his attention went back entirely to Zhao, who was still scrambling on the floor backward. Then he heard her again; this time, it was more depressed and urgent in her voice. He listened to the rate of her heart becoming slower and breathing a little shallower. "Vincent, where are you?"

Vincent went over to where she was, leaning against the empty cage that he shoved towards Zhao a few minutes ago. She was barely breathing again from the mixed fumes and the fire. Something snapped inside him, causing him to quickly rush over to her and pick her up in his arms. He looked back over to where Zhao was; he noticed him scattering away like the slimy toad he was and then disappeared. He couldn't deal with him right now, he needed to save the unconscious woman in his arms, and then a name suddenly popped into his mind to match her. Catherine.

"Bad news." Agent Tucker approached Reynolds as he just finished giving the public a believable excuse for the explosion at Zhao's office was not related to any form of terrorism, and the investigation was ongoing. In a low voice, he said to him. "None of the bodies at the scene matched Zhao's DNA."

"Damn it."

"At least Muirfield was destroyed." Agent Tucker commented as they walked to the other side of the rooftop away from the reporters.

"Yeah, but with Zhao still on the loose, it won't be long before he finds a way to start another Muirfield, and we're right back where we started," Reynold said with frustration. He shouldn't have known Vincent was going to finish the mission, thanks to his daughter.

"So what do we do now?"

"Bank on Vincent to follow orders. I hope my daughter doesn't get in the way again." Reynold's voice was indignant as he hoped by now his daughter would stop putting her nose where it doesn't belong. It seems she inherited that from her mother when she helped make Muirfield.

"And what if she does?"

"Then I'll handle it when that time comes," Reynolds answered while looking at his phone at the number he has on speed dial and smirked.

It didn't take Vincent long to exit the building before it blew up, sending fragments of glass flying, cutting him in the process as he shielded her with his big body. Strangely he subconsciously knew where Catherine lived as he blurred her over the neighboring rooftops. It took him no more than a few minutes before landing outside her balcony doors of the building she lived in and entered the living room. He placed her on the couch and hesitated on what to do. He knew he shouldn't be here, but he needed to make sure Catherine was okay. That woman had the timing to show up twice now, and he couldn't understand why. Bending over her, Vincent placing his hand on her cheek and slightly running his thumb over her skin, hearing a heartbeat come to life, faintly. He got up quickly and backed away a few feet, waiting for her to stir more. Nothing, he moved over to where the doors were and stood there looking out—wondering what to do next.

"Vincent." After a few minutes, Catherine slowly sat up on her couch and saw him by the balcony door staring out in the distance. She remembered the last thing following him into this secret lab inside the penthouse and before passing out with all the fumes. Vincent must have sensed her and got her out in time. He knew she was in trouble and got her out of harm's way as he had always done in the past. She stood up from the couch as he came close, touching his arm, seeing the cut on his neck, and reached up to touch the cut on his neck. "You saved me again, and you're hurt."

"It's just a scratch," Vincent simply told her while coming closer to her for a moment. Before pulling away from her touch, he wasn't allowed to feel any emotion, but this woman affected him.

"Sit down," Catherine told him while taking his arm and tried to guide him to sit on the sofa.

"No, I'm fine, really." VIncent retorted while pulling back again.

"Sit.." Catherine insisted with a more authorized voice and watched him hesitated a little before reluctantly taking a seat on the couch. Then she quickly went into the bathroom to get the first aid and came back out with the kit. She took a seat on the coffee table in front of him, saying. "Too bad you can't heal yourself anymore. That's different, too."

"Look, you don't have to do this."

"This is how I found out that you saved me the first time." Catherine smiled a little as she took out a pack of alcohol wipes and started dabbing the spot where the cut was.

"I saved you?" Vincent looked at her, confused.

"Yeah, when you took me to the warehouse and tended my bruised knee. After getting attacked in the subway tunnels." Catherine told him while seeing the confusion on his face. JT was right Vincent wasn't acting like himself.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember." Vincent looked away.

"Vincent, did Zhao do this to you? Was this just about revenge…" Catherine needed to figure out why he's been acting weird since they got him back and why he went after him earlier.

"Let it go." Vincent quickly stood, grabbing his jacket, and headed for the door. He shouldn't have known bringing this Catherine back to her place was a mistake. He was programmed to follow the directions and keep the mission a secret; it was utterly covert, which was kind of hard to do with her nagging questions.

"No. Please, don't." Catherine stood and followed him to the door. "I just….I just want to help you. I...hate that they did this to you." She hesitated, taking a second to regain her emotions; all those bottled-up feelings for what happened to him started to pour out. Running her hand frustrated through her lengthy hair, she continued. "I…...hate that they keep hurting you, and I don't understand why?" She paused for a moment as she watched Vincent turn his attention to her. "Why can't they….why can't they just leave you alone?"

Vincent didn't know what had stopped him from leaving, but hearing her cry was something he couldn't handle. Even if he didn't know who she was, he wasn't completely cold-hearted. He needed her to understand the next set of words, he took a step closer to her and looked down, and with assertiveness, in his voice, he told her. "I don't know, but I can't answer any more questions, do you understand?"

"Yes." Catherine held her head, frustrated by Vincent's sudden attitude. "Yes, all right. I'm sorry." She tried her best to hold back the tears that threaten to fall and continue. "It's just. It's been a long three months. All that matters is that you're back and that Muirfield gone, and they can't hurt anyone else like they hurt us."

Vincent said to her with the same assertiveness again. "Zhao got away."

"I know, and we will find him, I promise." Catherine stepped closer and looked up at him. "But not tonight. Tonight... please don't go." She begged him with a whispering voice and watched Vincent slowly lower his head down to her. She felt his full lips brushed over hers, his warm hot breath feather across them, and then felt him kiss her tentatively on the lips for a brief moment before pulling back.

Vincent pulled back a little from their contact; the taste and touch of her lips felt so familiar to him. He knew his intentions at first were to just stay with her until she fell asleep, but something inside him changed, and he now wanted to spend the night with her. He started feeling something there, drawing him back towards her, wanting to taste those sweet lips of hers. So to ease her mind, he said to her in a whisper. "I won't."

Catherine waited for Vincent to kiss her again, but then her sister's interruption only made matters worse. Heather's text message asking her if she was okay and was worried about her. From her father, Thomas dying, and now her boyfriend acting all weird after being kidnapped and started to break down. She turned her attention to Vincent, who was willing to embrace her to comfort her. "I've lost... so much." She let the tears fall as she started crying. "I can't lose you again, too."

"You won't, okay," Vincent whispered in her hair while tightening his hold on Catherine. He wasn't sure why she was crying, but it can't be good.

"Vincent?" Catherine's voice sounded shocked, and Vincent's sudden change of character took her a bit by surprise. He even sounded different, like himself again. She pulled back and looked up at him; his facial expression even looked different.

"Yeah. Hey, why are you crying?" Vincent asked with concern, bringing his one hand up to her face and started to caress her cheek with his thumb. "You okay?"

"What the hell?" Catherine abruptly pulled away and started to back away from him, confused.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Vincent sounded confused as he watched his girlfriend move away from him, shocked.

"One minute, It's like...you have no clue who I am or what the hell just happened." Catherine started to tear up again and ran her hand frustrated through her hair. "And then the next minute, you're like yourself."

"Look, Catherine, I don't know what's going on; the last thing I remember is leaving JT's after getting some strange call. Then I wound up here, with you, uh crying about me leaving you again." Vincent sounded confused still.

"You tried to go after Zhao tonight, again," Catherine told him as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Zhao?" Vincent looked down at her, more confused. The name didn't ring a bell to him.

"Yeah, apparently he's the one that created Muirfield." Catherine looked up at him as she saw he was still trying to figure it out. "And you."

"Muirfield?" Vincent walked away from her and rubbed the back of his neck. "I thought we destroyed them already."

"I thought so too." Catherine came closer to him, touching his arm making Vincent turn to her.

"Why was I going after him?"

"I don't know." Catherine shook her head and tried to calm herself and get her thoughts together. "You got upset when I started asking you questions about it."

"I'm so sorry. I uh don't remember anything that happened." Vincent came closer to her and looked down at her.

"Maybe if I hadn't..." Catherine paused as her eyes began to tear while remembering that awful night when he was taken away from her three months ago. She knew it was all her fault if she didn't give him that damn injection in the first place that night, he wouldn't have been taking "If I hadn't given you that serum..."

"Catherine, don't." Vincent touched her face and gently wiped away her tears. He then embraced her in his arms again. "Stop blaming yourself."

"You wouldn't be acting the way you are now."

"I would say it was another blackout, but we already took care of that, you know." Vincent kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter; he enjoyed the feeling of her in his arms again.

"I don't know; maybe JT can figure out what's going on with you tomorrow," Catherine suggested while pulling back and looked up at him.

"I hope so," Vincent replied while he leaned back a little, looking down at her, and ran his one thumbs lightly across her cheek again, caressing it.

"Come on; it's been one hell of a day," Catherine said to him as she took his hand and led Vincent into her bedroom. As they approached her bed, she felt him embrace her from behind and allowing his stiff shaft to cushion against her soft bottom before turning her around to face him, dipping his tongue inside her mouth, and started kissing Catherine. They stopped for a moment as he began to reach for the opening of her jacket, slowly pulling it down over and off her shoulders. He kissed her again slowly while his hands unbutton the front of the thin see-through blouse she wore one by one. He took that off, leaving her with that tight black cami she always wore, and began to guide her towards the bed.

"I longed for you so much," Catherine breathlessly before leading up on her toes and circled his neck with her arms. Sliding her tongue into his mouth and they kissed again.

"Oh, me too. believe me." Vincent teased husky after they kissed briefly and rested his forehead against hers. He watched her clutch the fistfuls of his black tee shirt, lifting it farther up, revealing his abs, and began stroking the taut muscles of his back with her hands. He looked down at her while grabbing hold of his shirt's collar to remove it by pulling it over his head and tossed it aside. Then felt Catherine's small hands then skimmed over his finely sculpted muscles of his chest down to his well-defined abs and caressed them slowly. He growled at her touch and cupped her face in his hands as she looked up at him. His big body then leaned into her while they kissed passionately again. Before she reached for his pants, undoing the button on the pants and bringing the zipper down. Catherine's eyes went to the aching bulge in his black briefs and were about to pull them down too, but was stopped by his hands from going any further.

"Wait," Vincent told her as he removed himself from the bed, taking off the rest of his clothes and leaving the evidence of his arousal thickened. Then he gathered her up in his arms and placed her underneath him on her bed. He started kissing her slowly down to her stomach, kissing her there while undoing her jeans and pulling them along with her panties, leaving her naked before him. Making his way up to the slender column of her throat and traced the pulse with his tongue. Down to the top of her chest, he pulled the black camis up and revealed her petite breasts. He waited for Catherine to sit up a little as he removed the camis and tossed her top to the side. Then let his lips graze the ripe buds of her breast with his mouth and tongue, sucking them into his mouth, and her nipples pebbled. She was making her heart race while the scent of her arousal rose, tormenting him.

"Kiss my nipples." Catherine begged with a moan while arching her back and ran her fingers through his short brown hair as she felt his mouth kiss both of her breasts and caress her nipples with his tongue, making them hard again. "I love how your hot mouth feels on me."

"And I miss the way you taste." Vincent's voice was husky while he gazed up at her, touching her cheek with his hand, and looked on with lust-filled eyes. He was carefully pressing his weight onto her, kissing her while allowing her to feel his throbbing hardness. His hard thighs crowned her hips. He slowly thrust himself inside her, letting her get adjusted to the size of him again, and watched her face as her eyes slid shut in ecstasy. "I'm going to make you come so hard."

Catherine moaned again while she started parting her thighs further to receive his thrust heat and felt him slowly penetrate inside of her. She entwined her legs around his back and arched to meet each possessive thrust Vincent gave. Her moist, pulsated core tightened around him, tingling with pleasure. She felt an uninhibited cry of satisfaction. "Don't stop, Vincent."

"I've missed your fucking body so much, Catherine." Vincent growled while starting to pick up his pace, pulsating inside of her, and kissed her hungrily. He could never get enough of her, the scent and that beautiful body, hearing the blood humming in her veins as she was about to climax, and that stirred his primal needs for her more. He continued thrusting himself inside of her as sweat glistened off his naked body. His eyes were glowing yellow while feeling her core throbbing around him and bringing him deeper inside her. He then heard her screamed against his throat as they became one, and he released himself inside her. He gathered her by his side before they both drifted off to sleep.

"Condor, you need to focus; these are the people to take out." The man in the navy blue suit ordered him as he got in Vincent's face. While images flash before him on the screen, both men and these horrible-looking creatures.

"I'm not a killer." Vincent sobbed, feeling the electric shocks going through his body. He wished he could beast out, but his body felt numb; they must have drugged him or something. He also remembered feeling both his arms and legs were strapped to a steel chair and as he tried shrugging against the straps. They would only get tighter, and his body started shaking uncontrollably with jerky movements.

"This is what you were programmed for as a Soldier, to find the target and eliminate it." The man in the suit commanded him while again these images of what-could-be flashing before through his mind. More Images of war and destruction, something he was familiar with, and then the injections started.

"I'm not a killer. No! I'm not a killer. I'm not a killer... I'm not a kil..." Vincent groaned while gripping the bed sheets as his knuckles turned white. His eyes then popped open, revealing his golden orbs, suddenly bolted upright in the bed, and his heart pounded rapidly against his chest. He looked over at this Catherine laying peacefully beside him under the bedsheets.

It was just a nightmare, he sighed, and he leaned back on the headboard, breathing heavily, the same one that played in his head all those nights before they found him. He had trouble going back to sleep, so quietly he removed himself from the bed and glanced over at the woman lying in bed before him again. He wondered what the hell happened for him to wound up in her bed. The last thing he remembered was kissing her and then comforting her while she was crying. He needed to get out of here, finish the mission, know what he needed to do, kill Zhao, and then report to the commander. So he grabbed his clothes off the floor and went into the bathroom to change.

Catherine received the call from Tess about a possible murder, hoping that it had nothing to do with Vincent. That was until she looked over to where he was beside her on the bed and noticed he was missing. Something had to happen to make him leave again, needing to find out what was going on. After getting a quick shower and changed, she met her partner in the park and checked out the scene of the murder. She saw the Policemen with bright flak jackets securing the location with yellow tape around the dead body, creating barricades, redirecting traffic, interviewing witnesses, and taking statements. She knew this couldn't be good; approaching her partner, she asked the obvious question. "What happened?"

"I got to tell you, Cat, this is gonna be pretty hard to keep under wraps," Tess told her as she faced her with a concerned look.

"Why? Who's the victim?"

"Li Zhao. It gets worse." Tess directed Catherine to where the body laid in the grass-covered by a big white sheet and just lifted a cover to show her the deep cut markings. "He wasn't just killed; he was mauled to death, as if by a wild animal."

Catherine looked at the markings, knowing that Vincent could have one of his episodes again. She had to make sure to get a DNA sample and take it to JT to analyze. So she put on a pair of gloves, took out a swab with a plastic bag from her purse, and bent down to take a sample of blood. Telling her partner. "I'm going to take this to analyze it and see if it's, you know…"

"Okay, but where's Vincent?"

"I don't know Tess, he was fine after coming back to my place and was going to spend the night." Catherine, frustrated running her hand through her hair and got an uncertain look from Tess.

"What now?"

It took a moment before Vincent came back to his normal state. He stood under one of the bridges in the park, taking deep rapid breaths and clenching and unclenching his hands, just like he used to when he lived with JT in the warehouse. It took him a few seconds until the flashing police lights were seen and heard by him as they approached. Then the smell of the copper blood hit his nose, and he knew something wasn't right. Oh, no! He looked down at his hands and noticed them covered with blood. He realized that this was like the time he had the blackouts and couldn't remember anything. He took a moment, trying to figure out what the hell had happened. He recalled falling asleep with Catherine in his arms. When the nightmare started, he was tortured by the man in the suit and these flashes of images. Then it hit him; he must have changed and attacked someone after that. He started panicking and muttering. "This isn't happening. What the hell is going on?"

To be continued…..