Belle walked along the street back towards her home. The party had been fun enough to go to, even though Vincenti couldn't attend that night. It wasn't a crime to go alone, and more accepted than actually bringing something, as you danced with everyone there. Halloween was drawing to a close. The bell around her neck jingled, and the white cat ears on her head were perked upward. A white dress completed the outfit. It was a rather cute outfit. Others were more elaborately dressed such as witches, angels, or goblins. Suddenly, she felt a pair of eyes upon her. Turning around, she saw there was no one there. She clasped her hands together, and started walking in the direction of her home once more. It was a cold night, and it caused her to shiver. She had left early from the party in order to get some rest. She turned around a corner and headed down the lane towards the street before her own. She looked behind her once more; no one was there. She couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her.
A hand gripped her waste and pushed her against the wall. She let out a yelp of surprise from the shock of the force. She felt the grip around her neck before she could fully see the cause. She looked into the dark eyes of a man with black hair. She had seen him before but didn't know where. “Let me go,” she said, and struggled, trying to pry his hand from her throat. He towered over her by at least a foot.
“What are you doing all alone, kitten?” he asked with a sickening smile. She spit in his face which made his grip tighter as he pressed her against the wall. She brought up her knee in a swift movement, causing him to double over. She wasted no time turning to run, but the man's recovery was swift. She remembered where she had seen him before; he had bumped into her a year and a half ago. How she recalled at that moment such information was beyond her. She had no time to think; only to run. Unfortunately, he was faster, and she was forced on to the ground. When she fell the wind was knocked out of her. He turned her over, and got a hold once again on her neck. She had already felt as if she was suffocating; as if she would die from not even being able to draw in a breath, and when her breath returned, the grip on her throat didn't allow her to make a noise.
“Bitch,” he growled. “You'll pay for that...” he smiled once again, and Belle's eyes widened. He was too strong for her to fight off.
Vincenti... she thought, and closed her eyes.
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Vincenti sat opposite from a red haired man in his own home. The two were discussing something quietly. Both seemed to be of equal status from the position that they were sitting. Vincenti was not pleased about something, and his expression dulled.
“I know these aren't the best circumstances, but if this occurs, it is inevitable, Vincenti...”
“I can't leave here,” he said blatantly in return, and sighed. This was all too frustrating. He didn't want to be here right now. He would avoid the conversation entirely if he was able.
“It would be seen as an act of treason, my friend,” the red haired man continued. “If she calls for you...you must go.”
Vincenti froze. Belle, he thought to he thought to himself. Something was terribly wrong. He got up from his chair and grabbed his jacket. “We'll have to finish this conversation later, Leo.” He rushed out the door and onto the streets. Leo slowly stood up, and got his own jacket. He put it on, and walked outside, closing the door behind him, and beginning to leisurely.
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Vincenti ran down the streets. He could hear her heart racing, even taste her blood on his lips despite the fact he had never bitten her before. He came to a halt at the end of the street when he saw Belle on the ground, huddled against the stone building in tears. He ran towards her, and nearly slid as he brought himself down to her level. She drew away from him until she looked up and saw it was him, then started to cry even harder.
“Belle,” he whispered and wiped her tears away. There were scratches on her cheeks and her makeup was smudged. There was a large bruise on her neck where the blood had welled up just under the surface. Her dress was torn, and she had lost a shoe somewhere. His heart burned as he held her to him. “Who did this to you...” he asked, although it seemed more of a statement. She sobbed as she leaned onto his chest. “Hmm?” he persisted, and lifted her hand...bits of blood wedged underneath her nails that was not her own. He gently kissed her fingertips.
Leo...watch, Belle. Keep her safe...
He got no response, but knew he was heard. He kissed her forehead. “Belle...stay here, don't move. Your ankle is sprained, and you don't want to hurt it more. I'll find who did this, okay?” He said, and turned away from her to go in the opposite direction, but she grabbed his hand. He turned back, bent once more, and kissed the top of it. “I'll be back,” he whispered. “One of my own will watch over you.” He said, and the hardest thing to do was to tear himself away from her.
He ran around the corner, following the scent. His eyes flooded with a deep crimson color, and his fangs became far more prominent than normal. A man with black hair walking casually down towards the boulevard. His movement was quick; and the man had little idea what hit him as he was kicked to the ground with a powerful blow. He stumbled forward and was slammed head first into the cobblestone street.
“Is it a habit of yours,” Vincenti said in an animalistic voice that was not his own. “to attack women that are defenseless?” He pulled him up by the hair so he could get a good look at his face before gripping his throat and lifting him up from the ground. Vincenti exposed his fangs fully, and stared at him with scarlet eyes. The man's eyes widened, and he struggled, but no kick moved the vampire, no punch nor struggle could break his hold. “You probably shouldn't have chosen Belle of all people. She's dating a vampire, you know...” Vincenti threw him against the wall as if he was paper, and delivered several punches until his face became unrecognizable. He lifted him up once more, and drove his fangs into the man's neck, drinking fully until the man's face turned white and he stopped moving. He pulled his face away from the man's neck, and in a swift horizontal movement, ripped through the man's esophagus with a splash of blood. The man's body fell limp on the ground in a blood pulp.
He looked back towards the end of the street to see Belle peering around the corner, her crying quieted only for a moment, but it was still there. She leaned against the building to support herself. Vincenti wiped the blood off his mouth with the back of his coatsleeve, and walked to her. He took off his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders before picking her up into his arms effortlessly. She sobbed quietly into his shoulder, but what scared her the most was that she wasn't bothered by the fact she had just seen her lover butcher someone. She hadn't been bothered at all.
“Vincenti...” she cried softly.
He held her close as he walked back towards his home. “It's all right...it will all be okay,” he said quietly, his eyes returning to their normal gray color. Damned was the man's soul who hurt her; and to any that tried.
Why do such terrible things happen to such good people? Why did he have to chose her of all the other women in the town? To attain someone of the highest purity to perhaps clense themselves of their own sins; or to bring down an ideal to their own level, to prove God wrong. His experience told him that it was something that could never be taken; it was part of her soul that made her so very beautiful. He knew that; but she didn't.
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