Vincent pushed himself up off the floor, feeling a pinch in his back where he was pretty sure the corner of a floorboard was sticking up enough to jab him. “Ouch” He grumbled, sliding onto the couch next to Jennifer, who was in the midst of giving Eli and Nate the third degree. Vin was more than impressed by her fervor, and that she didn't back down from a fight that easily as her voice carried throughout the cabin enough to make a point. He'd spent enough of his life wasting away with the wrong women, too many who were in it for something he had and gave themselves away just as easily. But not this chick. Jennifer's attractive qualities came from the simple fact that she was a fighter.

The kid, Eric, finally spoke up, doing his best to welcome the group to the shit house they were gathered in. Vin snickered at the kid’s comment about “food” however, not overly surprised that there was a lack thereof, and yet in the back of his mused about what Eric might taste like slow-roasted over a fire. He winked at the kid and put on his best [i]thanks but no thanks[/i] smile before turning to Jennifer, realizing that he was still holding her hand.

“Um...about earlier.” He paused for moment, trying his best not to allow the vivid, yet unreal, images to invade his head again. “It was a dream. Sure, I’ve had a couple of them already and I damn sure wouldn’t recommend it, but it was just a dream…”

Vincent wanted so badly to tell her what he saw, what he experienced, but why in the hell would he want to scare the poor girl away? Of course Jennifer knew he had problems. Shit, the whole gang had their share of problems! But to confess to her that he could be a potential psychopath with an uncontrollable power that for whatever reason wants to rip her away from him in the most brutal and unnatural way? Yeah, that might be cause for massive concern, and possibly a one-way ticket to hell courtesy of a bullet to the head by any one of these gun-slinging cowboys. The fact that maybe this was his lot in life didn’t escape his mind either, considering he’d lived a lifestyle that was anything but self-less, only ever thinking of himself and his own well-being. If this guy Eli had any answers to who or what they all were, then Vincent hoped that he could find the answer he needed to contain whatever fucked-up evil shit was inside of him. 

Vin saw the concern in Jennifer’s eyes and quickly changed the subject, keeping in voice low. “So what’s with the little girl over in the corner I wonder?” He said, looking over at Christi who was trying to keep as low a profile as any. “Do you think she’s related to this guy Eli?”