vincent_sirius

Vincent was standing there in the open plains, the night wind was happily dancing across the plains and he stared up at the open night sky with the brightness of a full Luna. Vincent was growing to like her more and more, her embrace called out to him, that animalistic side of his being that screamed for freedom, to run freely in the wild, to kill at will and slake its thirst on unending blood...

He turned to see the storm, it was a storm like he had never seen, and from it came an entity, something of shadow that was also giving off an ebon like fog in its path. Vincent glared at it then smirks, he was truly arrogant lately, and waved the being on and screamed his defiance at it from the ground. He was tired of backing down, hiding his face and himself from the things in this world. His family has been destroyed almost and he felt their pain each night and he was far from done with showing the world his sorrow or pain.

The entity lunged out at him and struck him square in the chest, he flew back a few feet then dug his feet and hands into the ground to stop his movement, when his head came back up, his eyes had turned jet black, his arms the same with a feather or two here and there. Now he was ready, he charged at the thing and lunged for it and dove through it. Vincent turned just in time to see it shoot a beam of darkness that knocked him back down. This time, Vincent found it harder to pull himself up, his limbs and body ached, and he was hardly able to see straight, when he finally managed to do such, the entity was gone. Vincent looked around and saw that he was finally alone, but not alone.

His mind was awake and even though Vincent had put himself to sleep, he felt that perhaps he was in peril untold. Now he was scared, he tried to rouse himself but failed, he focused his will and tried more, he still was unable to awaken; now he was scared. Vincent ran through the plain, he ran swiftly, faster then a person should, he passed over the rolling hills and through the empty plains, he sought the escape from what was to become his nightmare. He saw a shack ahead, he didn’t know what but it called out to him so he ran for it.

Not far from it Vincent was thrown back yet again, this time he looked down to see a bolt from a crossbow in his chest, just to the left of his heart. He looked up at the sound of the door opening, he was about to grow his talons yet again until he heard the sound of familiar boots. Alex slowly stepped out of the shack, his most beloved uncle and trust mentor. He was dressed in his normal attire but had a crossbow over his shoulder, loaded, and held another crossbow, unloaded. Vincent tried to sit up and Alex aimed the loaded crossbow at him, Vincent not wanting to push his luck remained on his back.

“Kid, your dumb as hell ya know that?” Alex said. “How much more do you need before you realize you’re just blazing the path of your life to where it is going?”

“Oh is that so? Now where would I be going with that Alex? I’m just trying to do the best I can…” Vincent started to sit up and got a bolt into his thigh for the trouble. He screamed in some pain and looked at his uncle; he tore the bolt out of his thigh and threw it at his uncle, who merely swatted it aside in the air.
“Kid, you're gonna need a lesson, and its something you been needin' for awhile. Now you have two choices, the easy way, or my way.” Alex stated.

“Oh tell me, what your way is?” spitted Vincent in anger; he was sore and not willing to test his body currently.

Vincent stopped moving hearing the hammer of a revolver being pulled back and ready to commence more pain with a simple squeeze of the trigger mechanism to him. He could almost see the setup in his mind, the entire gear and mechanism design. He slowly stood up and put his hands up out of habit. Alex chuckled then waved a peacemaker at the ground.

“Put your hands down, ya look ridiculous.” Alex’s only words amidst his chuckle.

Vincent lowered his arms but stood there knowing he would be shot for much less anything else, it seemed a trait of his family to shoot others to educate them. Regardless there he was with the Elder of his family, the leader of the Scarred was staring at him from under his normal cowboy hat, but Vincent swore, for just a moment that stone faced man showed a sign of emotion, a fracture in that perfectly empty face.

Before he could find it again, Alex leveled one of his guns at him and put a round through his shoulder. This made Vincent growl low and deep; he was tired of being abused by people.

“That I call an “Attention Getter”; now listen to me when I speak. You only got one chance at this kid, and if you want to pay me back for all of this, then you have to give more to return.”

“Your in a pickle son, you got yourself into so much shit and you haven’t paid for them yet, you run hard and fast to avoid the trouble in your past and I don’t blame ya for wanting some peace, but you need to turn around now, and take this shit head on. Get yourself right in your past, learn in the present, and be stronger for the future. I ain’t got much time, I gotta head out there and deal with some shit, but you…you can make some things right. Just wait and you will see what Ex spoke of about ya. Just cause he never told ya, don’t mean others don’t know.”

With those words, Alex put his guns back, and shouldered his crossbows and marched back into the shack, soon as he shut the door; it collapses into a pile of wood siding. This couldn’t be happening, but then again, Alex was never one for many words. Vincent felt it was time he continued his journey, perhaps this was one of those damn quests that his uncle Raven spoke about, well whatever lesson was locked within this, Vincent was going to see it through.

Vincent took flight in his raven form and headed into the distance, seeking out the next step.

To those that read this I am sorry but I have to state this to get it off my chest.

It has come to my attention that people have taken to talking some shit about me behind my back, thats fine you do what you think is right in your life, whatever. You want to talk about me fine, knock yourself out, But no one, i state this again, NO ONE!, talks shit about my kids.

For those that don't know what I am talking about, this isn't directed at you but I do target certain people with this. If you know who said shit like this before, then please pass this on to them. With this shit out in the open now, I am now done with being nice to people in general so please understand that I am not angry with most of you that read this.

On a side note, I am trying to break my smoking habit of 14 years. Bear with me. :D

Vincent had gathered his things and was locking stuff up and hiding the rest of his effects when he read the email from his laptop. He was numb still but he tried to hurt with the news of Stahl. That old bastard might have had issues with Vincent, but he still loved the grumpy old gangrel. Regardless, there was no more room in his heart or soul for sorrow or pain, he was full up on both and he was done with taking more of it in.

He headed outside of his cabin, the grounds and buildings of Raven's hollow lay before him as he locked his door. He wandered out to the center of the main junction, a pile of logs lay there presoaked in gasoline. He took out the flare and lit it before tossing it onto the logs, the burst of fire nearly sent him running until he collared his beast and dragged it back before the fire. Vincent stood there and took out his notebook, inside was a picture that he had drawn, from the best of his memory with the skill he could muster of Exodus and Raven. Both were standing and smiling at him, course he knew they still stood with him, he just didn't have the ability to see them. He looked up at the fire then at the sky above him.

"Exodus..Raven..I know your here. You still wander with all of us and yet your so far away. I can't do this anymore, its gonna break me soon if I have to see the family continue this path. They want to kill and murder each other now. I can't stop them and I don't think many of the family care anymore..."

"You gave us so much, I barely knew you two and yet you were my greatest idols. You took all the strength you had and gave it to others. You never asked for money, boons or material things. You just gave to the world knowing we wouldn't know what you did nor care. You gave us your lives in the hope of stopping her, maybe you have but maybe you haven't. I don't know and I won't until I see her. You gave us the chance to survive, but I would give up that chance for you to be here, now. Your family is in shambles with Dominion acting like a retard bitch that's partying with her friends now that the parents are gone. I know in my heart that she seeks to replace you two as the head of the family. I will leave this legacy of yours before I accept her as such."


Vincent looked back at the fire, this time he tore the page out of his book and looked at it once more. "Watch over them all, cause I can't do it anymore. Give your love to Amalie, Chilli, Alex, and Bat. They need you guys right now, and I don't have the strength to support them." He tossed the page into the fire and stared at it as it burned. With a final look around he picked up his bag and headed to the garage he built just outside of the town, he tossed his things into the trunk of the BMW, a gift from Exodus, before starting the engine and sitting there listening to it. The gentle hum of the engine took him back to the fireside event long ago, the family gathered and there they laughed and hugged. All of them were there, no one was forsaken from the fun and party. They partied for a night and enjoyed their company before the next night, the night they took the house. Vincent came back just at that point and slammed the gear shift into first and slamming on the gas, with dust, rocks flying Vincent tore out of the garage and onto the road, before long a slight red light was all that told someone he was there as he sped off into the night.

The night was warm and humid, Vincent pulled himself out of the ground of the Raven's Hollow. He went about his normal routine and eventually came to checking his email. Vincent felt his entire heart shatter and was unable to stop the stream of blood tears. It was a lie, it had to be, Dominion was wrong. Nothing could do what she claims happened, not even Grandma. But there it was, proof from his family that Exodus was indeed gone and Raven was likely to be also. Now it fell onto his heart and soul, the pain, the sorrow of his family came to him like a tsunami, Vincent struggled to compose himself and steel his resolve and will but he collapsed to the floor and sobbed heavily. He lifted his head long enough to let loose a scream of pain and sorrow, he let his beast free in that moment and soon he was throwing all in his sight around his room. His laptop fell off the table and under his dresser, one of the few things to escape his wrath. His vision blurred with crimson as he tore his room apart, eventually he grew talons and started tearing everything up, at one point he found himself outside, not sure how or caring, he howled a challenge to all the predators in his area to come. Nothing would show up but he spent nearly an hour just screaming outside. Eventually the time came that his sorrow was shed for the moment, his rage was spent, and he pulled himself back from frenzy with the teachings of Dominion. Vincent fell back to his knees and then to the ground, there he lay..sobbing..wishing to anything that heard him to make this just be a nightmare..

Vincent sat in the saloon, the wind was strong outside of the windows and yet it brought him no joy to hear it. He was drinking, heavily. He was stretched out so much and yet, he felt his strength hold no matter how many directions he went.

Saturday he chased the leads the city left open, the Brood that was found were not dealt with and so they escaped. Vincent left and followed the leads to the warehouse and found their ritual room. He remebered feeling the disgust as he looked around and seeing their symbols and their altar. He touched nothing but left to chase the trail and found it lead him to a church outside of Dallas. He backed off for the night and chose to rally support then take them on.

Vincent imagined things were gonna start smoothing out and yet, to his surprise the call from Sam asking him to meet her at the airport, her voice was different as was her manner of speech. Vincent showed up and found that Sam didn't leave the plane. When he went inside to check on her, he found her severely burned body in a chair trying not to cry out in pain from what happened to her. He knelt beside her and fought back his rage and sorrow, he wanted to cry for her, but she held herself up with such pride and strength he knew it would only insult her. He wrapped her in his long coat and carefully picked her up and carried her out of the plane. He carried her to the car he had waiting, after driving both of them to the limits of Raven's Hollow, he left the car (A gift from Exodus when Vincent came around, and one of his most cherished items.) in its garage and carried Sam into Raven's Hollow. He brought her into the inn and [laced her on the bed in the guest room. A room of no windows but was still wired for anything that was needed, Vincent snuck in some more wiring when Amalie was away. After insuring she was moderately comfortable, Vincent left to go hunt. He found animals and people, the people were obviously not treated kindly and beaten badly to make travel with them easier.

He dropped the people off in a seperate room, binding their hands and legs and then gagging and blindfolding them. He treated them as below his care, his family was suffering and he wouldn't let them suffer anymore. Vincent was on his way back to check on Sam, when it happened.

The wave of burning washed over him and Vincent screamed in pain, he felt the flesh on his body heat up and char, he screamed again and this time he doubled over and fell through the railing of the steps and fell back to the ground level, the pain was so intense that Vincent had to know who. He dug taloned hands into the floorboards and grabbed hold of the pain, he stared at it and screamed his defiance. His blood traced the web, he found his sire. Amalie was burning and before Vincent could get a fix on her, she was gone.

His heart shattered, vincent fell onto his face and the disbelief took him quickly. He wasn't sure how but she was gone, dead. Vincent felt the tears begin to fall and he tried to pull himself up, he fought with his heart, the remains of it to bring himself upright. The blood stain on the floor told him what he was dealing with inside. The light and joy of his life was slipping, his family was being dismantled one at a time.

He tried to compose himself and walked to the bathroom to rinse his face off. He cleaned himself up before he walked back up to Sam's room. He sat down outside her door and stared at the floor. The time was coming to make his stand, to toss his wellbeing aside and to fight for his family and take the ultimate chance. He prayed that Lady Fate had not forsaken her chosen in this time.

Vincent was sitting in his room at the hotel of Amalie's city, he found himself having more and more issue with staying motivated these nights.

The more he looked around himself the more upset he found himself becoming distant, his nights became boring no matter what he tried to do to fill them up. His family was the primary concern for him, and yet no matter his attempts to keep the peace, turmoil and dispute arose. It got to the point that he rarely posted anything that wasn't a warning, he rarely sent out word to people when he traveled and he rarely checked up on people. His emails had grown very direct and short, no fluff in the writing. He was unable to shake the images from one of his times of meditation, he saw his family stepping away from each other and into their selective corners. This at first wasn't much of an issue was they remained united, but his vision sped into the future, an amount of time he couldn't figure out, and he saw the family in shambles. Lineages had split and gone in their own direction, the great family he once had was fighting with each other for various reasons, and he saw himself standing alone with a few of the family supporting him, the rest had turned either against him or ignored him. This image alone broke his mind and forced him out of his meditative state. He was sitting on a rock in the open fields near Raven's Hollow.

This image was enough to make him stay away from meditations for a few nights, he feared that maybe he glimpsed a part of the future..or maybe it was just his fear. Either way, Vincent was determined to fight this possible future, if Lady Fate chose to split up the Ravenscarred, Vincent would fight her with all he had to keep his family.

Exodus, where has he gone? This was a question that Vincent often wondered, he knew Raven was okay cause Exodus was fine. But the fact that Exodus was constantly moving and no longer singing to the family, it scared Vincent.

Raven, your wisdom is sorely needed old man. How Vincent wanted to seek out this elder for one more conversation by the fire. A chance for him to see that smirk, watch him smoke those cigarettes of his without thinking about it. Vincent wanted to ask him so much, to scream his anger out at him, to shed his sorrow in bloody tears before him, Vincent was so lost..

Amalie, my sire..a woman I barely knew that accepted me entirely and gave me a new path and showed me that light we carry within. She would never let him or the rest of the family fall. Vincent knew her heart was strong and big enough for the family, but he knew she would die to protect them and he couldn't stand to think of losing her.

Sam, She was one of the few women that vincent could stomach the idea of a marriage with and yet, she deserved so much more then him. Vincent cherished his time with her, and having her near. She was the Mini-Raven he jokingly called her, as she responded with calling him Mini-Exodus. Vincent wondered what path she walked, and where it would lead her.

Vincent stopped writing in his journal, he closed the book and looked outside his window at a coming storm of rain and lightning, he grinned and took the black poker chip from his pocket and looked it over, he flipped it onto the table with his thumb then walked to the window. He calmly stated as he jumped out the window and shifted, "Deal me in Lady Fate."

So whats it like to be me lately? Chaotic.

I find myself growing slightly stronger, and my mind is starting to catch up to others and I find myself with less and less incidents of being a tard. Then again that might have been something that I needed to go through and expierence. Sometimes it takes hitting that bottom to understand and learn to cherish what you can gain in your life. You never miss something until its gone they say..well I am gonna do what I can from here on out to make sure that things are never like that again.

Vincent was sitting on the roof of House Graves, a family of Mehket that he had made a deal to protect for his slight against the Eldest of the House. Vincent was able to reside within one of the towers of the mansion and have his own space, but he still felt awkward being there. Maybe it was the threat he faced nightly being there, one of the mehket of the family tried to kill him once and will likely do it again, or maybe it was the fact that he was around these people more then his own family.

Vincent knew he had strained the connection he had with his family. He knew he was upsetting people and yet he was trying so hard each step of the way to stop the hurting and fix the issues, but the more he took on the more he hurt in the long run.

Now these nights came to him with a sense of purpose and he knew he was going to have to do something to change the view people had of him, this change he knew would have to be a major benefit for his family, no matter the sacrifice to himself. Vincent was determined to protect them from an enemy that might hurt them on a field they can't combat. Vincent went back to his book and was making notes on his laptop about things, he knew his idea could work, he would make it work. Even if Vincent had to sacrifice himself and his will for his family, He won't fail at this.

Vincent sat in his tree and was bout ready to start ranting to himself verbally about the stupid kindred he saw speaking on his laptop when his phone rang. Vincent sighed then picked it up expecting either a wrong call or someone pestering him yet again. He was far wrong.

Raven's voice came from the other end of the call, its smooth yet powerful tone made Vincent stand up and pay attention. "What can I do for you Sir?" Vincent spoke with the utmost politeness to Raven, being he was one of the few that never caught sarcasm from Vincent.

"First off, don't call me Sir, Vincent. I am Ravenscarred like you are, call me Raven." He said with a light hearted tone perhaps, Vincent couldn't tell.

"Yes Raven, what can I do for ya?" Vincent replied once more.

"I was wondering if you had plans coming up past the 9th and spanning most of the month." Raven said.

"No not really, suppose to head to Des Moines to keep things stable on the 23rd but past that I am free game. You need me?" Vincent asked a bit hesitant, but still anxious to help his family.

"Yes, meet me at the instructions I emailed ya. We might need the family's aid on this one." Raven said quickly before the line went dead.

Vincent blinked then looked at his phone and start cursing enough to make some people look at him wierd. He grabbed his laptop and snapped it shut and dropped out of his tree to the ground. He took in one more deep breath, fueling his lungs to work once more even though his need to breathe was useless. He smelled the farms and clean untainted air that came from being in the open fields of his state of Iowa.

He packed his things and made his way south, becoming a raven once more he took flight and wondered what made Raven call him personally for such aid. Guess Lady Fate was going to be dealing the cards to him once more, time to ante up.

Vincent was sitting in his tree looking at the files on his laptop, he snorted then closed it and put it away in his bag hanging in a nearby branch. He sighed to himself as he took another clove cigerette out of his pocket and lit it with his zippo, he stopped after lighting to admire the flame with a tenderness and admiration. He snapped the lid close and took a long drag from his cigerette. When he exhaled he watched the smoke dance in the moonlight, then he saw it in the distance. Lightning and a storm that would shake the ground was rolling in fast. Vincent cursed to himself as he grabbed his bag and simply rolled to the side dropping out of the tree. He took the plastic wrap out of his bag and unfolded it putting his bag inside of it and wrapping it up securely so no water could get into it. Vincent buried his stuff into the ground at the base of the tree then took off his coat and shirt. He turned to face the storm and saw the wall of rain coming for him like an army marching to the gates of an enemy wall. He laughed out loud and charged into the rain, he jumped through the air enjoying the rainfall on his body. He danced in the rain and screamed his joy to the moon above.

He was so happy to be free like this and he knew that he was able to let his guards down out here, in the wild, so vacant. The shot stung as it tore through his lung, he tumbled and fell into the grass. He was already healing the damage when he heard the stomps in the grass coming towards him, the grind of metal on metal told him to move as a blade bit into the dirt where he once laid. Vincent rolled back and had talons out and was baring his fangs with a smile. The man stood before him, a giant of a man whose face was tattooed as well as his arms. Vincent growled low and launched himself at the man, with a swipe at the man's chest he tore some muscle from the bone but it wasn't enough to drop him, Vincent took a kick to the back of his knee that made him buckle into a kneeling position. Vincent was in pain as he was sure his knee was dislocated at least, if not broken. Time seemed to still as a voice rang through his head, he knew the man was going to take his head at this point, but the voice rang louder. "We do not bend knee to anyone!" Exodus' words came to him, and vincent threw himself forward at the last second, with a groan he slammed his knee back into place and stood up to face his attacker. The next few minutes Vincent toyed with him ducking and dodging his attacks, he wanted to test himself as he knew he could kill but how well could he survive. The man grew angered with each miss and began to swing wildly, with one such swing he missed and went for an overhead swing. Vincent dove forward putting both of his claws into the man's shoulders rending the tendons and muscles with his talons.

Vincent stood before the man who knew he was beaten, he kicked him onto his back and put his foot on the man's chest and stared at him with all the anger he was able to muster. "Who are you and why do you hunt me!"

The man laughed and simply said, "Your Ravenscarred, my kind will kill your family for your crimes and attacks against us."

Vincent sneered and with a jokerish smile stated, "Ravenscarred I am, killing me is not for you to do though, Fate has chosen my demise and your not up to par fuckstick." With that talons met the man's face and he went silent. After a while the ash on the ground was mixing into the mud and Vincent was gone. Now he knew his heritage and what it brought. Oh, how he was furious with the Brood for thinking one man could take him down.

Vincent was walking down a long road that ran through the countryside, he had his backpack full of his things that he needed. He was unusually nervous yet his path seemed brightened with the full moon's light. He was free, no more family, no more studies under a mentor that didn't educate him, he was finally able to learn things his way and be the person he wanted. He had found a guide already to help insure he didn't fall off his path.

Vincent walked down the middle of the road seeing as nothing came from either direction, but he was cautious and his bat ears helped him to hear things that were normally out of his rang, his raven eyes peered into the night and discerned what was there and what wasn't. Vincent felt uneasy with his choice to Exile himself but the more he thought about it the more his resolve became steel. She chose to banish him from her sight, she chose to push him to the edge and rather then fall over the edge into the void of the night, or to even turn back at her and tell her to take her stubborn views and need to feel superior to him constantly, and go fuck herself. Vincent knew telling her to go F herself would not end well and he rather not even deal with possibly telling off Dominion at this point.

So he kept his pace steady and moved through the night, he had in one hand his bag, the other held a copy of some occult knowledge, dealing with Demons and what kind of powers they might manifest with. Vincent became determined to hunt the things of the night, he would do it solo if he must but he was gonna continue some of the traditions his previous family told him about. He was gonna become a hunter of the Night, someone that chose to fight the evils of the world regardless if he was asked to or not. He had his strength and it carried him through many of the fights that Dominion had with him. More then once she torped him and he made her fight for it once before. Now he was depending on just his strength alone and trying to figure out where it will lead him.

Vincent sat once more in a tree, he was laying on it like he had no worries in his life and yet the light shining in his eyes showed otherwise. He was tormented by his emotions, they grew stronger the more he tried to step away from them, yet he was sick of all the trouble that followed him. He was a child in a world that was ruled by those who walked for several lifetimes.

He tried to take in what the path he has walked led him to, the more he tried to look at it the more he saw his options become limited. Vincent saw himself running through the forest, wolves and owls beside him as he ran for the freedom of it. He leapt out of a grouping of bushes into the open field, his form was lit up from the full moon above. He saw himself now, Feral light in his eyes as the beast ran wild dragging the man behind it, he spoke to the animals like they were his family and he chose to shed his garments and leave himself in nothing but a torn and tattered pair of BDU pants that were made into shorts from the abuse. He was fueling his body with blood to move faster, enhance his muscles so that he could jump farther, he was living freely on the plains and none could find him.

He dove back into the forest when he heard the wings overhead, he was scared cause of the intruder whose wings were unknown to him. He didn't summon any other birds of prey besides the owls near him and those animals had long left his side in fear of the bigger predator that had arrived. Vincent sat in the bushes and stared out into the night and observed the bird come in for a landing then shift into a small girl, barely past her teens. Vincent smelled the blood on her and smelled the many that died from her hands no matter how she cleaned, she was consumed with the scent of blood. Vincent cowered more and was wanting to flee, she was larger, stronger, and deadlier then him and his Beast knew it. He turned to bolt, he tried to run as fast as he could, pushing the limbs of his body to the limits. He was escaping she couldn't find him or catch him he thought and then he was thrown into a large tree and slumped to the ground. He lifted his head up and glared at the attacker and was ready to fight but his heart sunk seeing the girl standing over him and staring at him. She showed no emotion but was focused on him, Vincent watched from the side as if this was a scene taking place before him. He saw himself get up and run and she ended the chase once more by throwing him into the tree, he tried to jump into the trees and she pulled him back into the ground. Vincent knew he was beaten but watched as his deranged self kept trying finally he lashed out at his grandsire, the girl who gave him a chance at a life he didn't understand, with his talons he sought to end her life if she wouldn't let him be free. She barely had to move to end his life, Vincent saw her easily slay him without much effort. He fell to the ground but his age denied him the ashing death that he had seen before.

Vincent turned his back to the scene and seemed to fall back into himself on that tree branch. He lay there staring at the moon, he heard the calls of the animals around him, his beast reared its head to call back, it screamed to be free and run wild. Vincent punched himself in the stomach as if it was where his Beast lived, he smirked and stated plainly "Long as I am a Man, the Beast within will never be free." Vincent knew he was only one man but he was determined to prove to her that she would never have to deal with him like that. He would die before making her hunt him. Then again, he couldn't remember her face after she slain him, did she enjoy it? Did it make her happy to rid her life of him? Did she not want to do it? Vincent figured he will likely never know.

Vincent woke up to pulling himself out of the earth's embrace. How his mind was already racing was unknown to him but he considered his actions of late, he thought of the words he spoke. Now he saw his flaws, like a kid after christmas, he finally saw everything. What a god damned fool he has been! Vincent felt his rage build for once not cause of someone or something cause of himself, he tore his wolf claws into a nearby tree and dug them deep before pulling back. He looked at the chunk of tree that he tore out and was ashamed of himself, here was a tree, something that lived and was happily living its existence and had no reason for him to attack it.

Vincent brushes himself off then went to grab his things, he was dead set in tracking her down and making her know his shame would scar him for life and he would never forget it, but he heard a voice in his mind that made him change direction. He took himself to the nearby pond and tested the water before taking his clothes off and washing himself. He didn't know but sitting there at the edge of the pond washing himself, he felt free and alone. He cleaned his shirt and wrung it dry before throwing his clothes back on. He wasn't clean but he wasn't earthy.

Vincent remembered the night she found him after sleeping in the earth for several nights without bathing, she wasn't made but annoyed it felt like. Vincent stopped there in the clear pasture and stared up at the moon as it shown brightly before a small cloud intercepted thier contact. He was brought to his knees and he felt the burning hot liquid leave his eyes and fall down his cheeks. He was crying blood cause thats all he could cry, and he couldn't stop and didn't care at that moment. He swore to the moon, the earth and to the winds, and Oath of his blood he promised that he wouldn't stop until he made amends with her for all the things he had done wrong.

Vincent pulled himself up to his feet and slowly made his way to the gathering, the big gangrel allthing that he promised to show up to.

Vincent sat on the tree trunk, this familiar old tree that he had spent many moons sitting on in his little space of heaven, his piece of Utopia. It was a small farm that he knew as a child, now forgotten by the farmers who live farther away then they use to live. Vincent took in the sights around him from the campfire, the small cove of trees sheltered him from the world it seemed. He was home...

Pain rushed through him and he was brought to his knees once more, he felt the blade being pulled through his flesh and he looked up at the black knight, his armor of obsidian hid his features and yet Vincent knew he was smiling, mocking Vincent for his weakness. He pulled out his SMG and took aim, determined to make him fight for this kill...

Vincent was on his knees, he was sitting by the fire and had his SMG pointed at a tree, What the hell was happening to him?? Vincent put the gun away and sat back on his tree, he looked into the fire and thought about some of the past nights.

He stood in the living room, a room he had not been to in many nights. He stood there before Dominion and the fear welled up within him, this woman who looked like a teenager was able to tear him to pieces without any effort. He steeled his resolve and looked upon her face as she spoke to him, when she stepped into the fire, Vincent felt his heart jump to life for a few moments as he tried to figure out what to do. Before he could act she stepped out and was fine, no scars or burns on her perfect frame and yet, he just saw her engulfed in flames.

Vincent stood there staring at the fire, and all he could think about was her. He tried to emulate her, become a male version of her and each attempt was met with a horrible failure. He tried to carry himself like she did and was always found face down exhausted. How he wanted to be someone that she saw and admired, even from a distance. Vincent sat there for another 15 minutes it seemed like just staring at the fire.

Something clicked within him, for no reason in particular Vincent stood up and chose to take himself away from this doubt and pity, his self-loathing and depression. He would gain their respect, he would see those people that he admired show him something, even if its a smile. Vincent had chosen to undertake a project that should he prevail would gain him a power no one else had. Something to prove his ability to adapt and change. Vincent was determined once more.

So here I am sitting, in a forgotten theater. Just a year ago I remember thinking about christmas with my family, sitting before a fire, and having no more worries in my life. Hmmm...Family...strange how far off I was about that concept. I'm facing a battle now with a man I had barely known, a man that in all aspects I have let down already. When I was sure of his anger I fled to the safety of those I thought might protect me, it was not until Hamilton, when I see him enter and saw how he truly carried himself in front of others, I knew my flight was over and I had to stand up. I asked him outside, in the hopes that should I be beaten I would spare my allies that sight, plus it would be bad for the groups morale to see one of their leaders beat a neonate for whatever their reason.

I came before him, I had toughened myself up with the intend that should he hit me I would stand for the first shot at least, I told him my peace, then I stood there.

He smiled at me and spoke words of support rather then ruin towards me, I was amazed that he forgave me so easily but he told me he rather I had cried wolf, instead of being silent to a true call. They spoke briefly then went back inside where they all greeted others and waited for their time.

Sometime later I found myself beneath a tree, I was speaking to someone that I came to admire greatly in the short time I known them. The more we spoke the more compelled I was to embrace them and fight for them. This was the first time I looked past what I heard and saw someone that I could care for on levels I didn't understand how. I shouldn't think like that but I did and I still do. Maybe I am all messed up from the blood I have tasted, but whatever it is that unlocked this I can't deny its truth. I just don't know how I can express what I felt to someone like that.

I sit here now in an empty theater, I can smell the age of this place and its interesting. I still think of those moments beneath the tree, and its impossible to not smile from them. I sit here now, knowing more in an evening then I learned in a year. I learned where I am from and what my Family means to me, I learned that I am not some punk who got lucky that I was chosen, and I know that I have sought after someone to chase the shadows of the night back, someone...I can wander this land with.