Twilight {Mature/Vincent}

[Trinity Keating]

She followed him out of the pool and got dressed quickly. The chill in the air was too much for her and she didn't want to get too cold. She followed him back into the cave where she gathered her weapons and cloak and then followed him out into the forest. She welcomed the darkness never had she been happier in her life. This man before her has been one of the nicest men. One of the few men she could open up to and have fun with. A grin was plastered across her face until she heard him speak. She ignored th first question but the second statement caught her. His words. They sliced through her like a sharp blade. Her face burned a deep red and the smile faded. Not with embarressment but with anger. How dare he?!? How dare he think that way?!?! She grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around so he was facing her. Her blazing eyes locked with his and tears formed in her eyes but didn't fall. Teeth bared in a snarl she slapped him clean across the face. "How dare you?!? How dare you! How dare you! How dare you!" She snarled at him.

She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She snapped her jaw shut and headed off into the forest fuming. How could he do that? She was just having some fun! She has been hunting all her life and never had an ounce of fun and suddenly when this guy comes along she thinks he's worth flirting with. Then it turns out he thinks she's going to kill him?!?!? No matter how hard she pushed the words out of her head they hurt. Yes it was weird how she randomly ran into him. Yes it was weird that they had quite a bit in comman. But it's fate!! She punched a tree and it groaned and shook but she kept walking. She has never met this guys brother. Hell she's never even heard of him. She fumed some more. Too angry for thinking. Too angry for anything. She was hurt more than anything. She was upset that he would even think that.

A wolf jumped out of the bushes and growled at her and she snarled back looking it right in the eye. The poor thing took off whimpering. She ignored his happy statement and pressed through the forest. Hell she ignored him. She didn't want to talk to him. The sooner she got to his house the sooner she could steal some blood and run. Like hell she was going to stay around here anymore. Whatever happiness she had around him was gone. Replaced by her mask. The same one as before. Ok so maybe she was overreacting a little bit but she had started to like this man and now he called her a traitor. Oh hell no. That was it for him. She pulled the hood up on her cloak and continued walking in silence. She suddenly felt more alone than she had ever been before.

[Vincent]

Vincent turns on his companion, his fask an expressionless mask, having decided he'd had enough of her fuming. He wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly looking at her intently. "Enough of your foolishness Rayne." he says sternly, holding her gaze with his own steely one. "Would you react any different should you be in my position? Living an existence alone, hidden away in a rural mountain area on your way to a place that hadn't beeen visited, or written onto any maps, for more than three decades?" he asks her softly, his eyes softening. "I hold nothing against you Rayne, indeed I quite like you, but for someone like me, hunted for eight hundred years, I can't take a chance." he says softly.

He sighs, giving her a light squeeze, "I'm sorry Rayne, but can you honestly say without any hesitation that you would've have welcomed a complete stranger into your life given the circumstances? Would you have been so willing to trust in someone like that, someone so akin to your own life, without being the least bit suspicious?" he releases her turning away, returning to his stony facade as he turns back to the massive silver gates to his home, and the lonely existence he's endured for eight centuries. "If you wish to stay Rayne, you are welcome for as long as you wish, and I will re supply you before you set off, to whichever destination you choose." he says formally, pushing away all the emotion and pain he felt. He'd opened himself to someone for the first time in eight centuries, and he was only hurt. he should have known better.

He strides through the gates, stopping momentarily in the guardhouse to let them close behind them, through the use of a hidden switch, before striding into the main entrance hall of the mansion. "You have the use of any room you find as wish to use, I hope you enjoy your stay, should you need anything, I remain on the third floor." he says to her without turning, his voice perfectly level as he turns and dissappears up the stairs, not wanting to bother her any further as she was apparently angered at him. He cared deeply about her, he already knew that, and what she thought of him, but he wouldn't force her to stay, or to see his side of things, he wasn't that type of person. He sighs as he reaches the third floor, slipping into his personal room, dropping everything onto his bed, striding over to his window seat, retrieving a guitar he had under the seat. He quickly tunes it, opening his window, swinging up into it, his leg hanging out, back against the wall, looking across his garden in the center of the mansion.

He plucks a few strings, before falling into a normal tune and rythmn, flowing into a song that had become so familiar to him. "I've been so alone, for so long, forgotten by the world, forgotten to myself..." he continues the song, staring forlornly across the gardens, waiting for the sun to rise, debating on whether or not to let it finally end his miserable existence, once more turned sour by his own paranoia, his own need for self preservation. His deep voice carries across the gardens, carried by the gentle breeze that blew his black hair around his face, his crimson eyes filled with pain and sadness, and it took every ounce of his discipline to not let his emotions flood him, leaving him a sobbing mess.

[Trinity Keating]

Her shell cracked and a tear slipped through. She reached out for him but he took off to fast. Silently she growled to herself debating on whether to stay or to go. She felt the burn up her back that told her the sun would rise soon. She glanced up at the house only to see him sitting in a window making no effort to move if the sun were to hit him. Her face cotorted with rage. God damn drama queen!! She snarled silently and took off in a sprint for the house. Why? Why did people always go to suicide? She threw open the front doors with enough force to pull them off the hinges. Her black cloak swirled about her as she ran up the stairs following the same path he did. The burning spread from her back down her arms and legs. The sun would rise soon. She pushed herself faster and kicked open the bedroom door. her red eyes glowing as she lunged at him. She pulled him out of the window and threw him across the room. A beam of sunlight shot through the window catching her on the arm.

Ignoring the pain she closed the window and threw the curtains across it. Her arm throbbed as she turned on him. She had thrown him hard enough to where he landed on the floor. Still ignoring the fiery blaze from her arm she pinned him down on the ground with her face inches from his. "I don't care how bad you are hurting I will not let you do that to yourself. I don't care how bad your past is you need to get over it. You need to start trusting people. I swear I would never hurt you." She whispered the last part softly. Her words echoed through her head. Who was she trying to convince? Him or herself? "You want an answer to your question, fine! Yes I would react differently. I would let them in. Sure I would be suspicious of them but I wouldn't show it. I would only let them in if it meant I didn't have to be alone anymore." She cried as the tears poured down her face.

She rested her head on the ground by his as she cried. "God dammit! I told myself I wasn't going to come to this. I thought I was fine. I thought I had it under control. But that all changed after I met you. I know I have only known you for a day but you are so much like me. Everything you say is exactly what I would have said. When you started talking to me I felt so lost and broken. I was confused. I hadn't known there was someone out there similar to me. Someone that has been fighting the same thing I have." The words poured from her mouth. She couldn't stop them. The words came like her tears did. She openly cried and she couldn't stop herself. Two hundred years worth of tears poured from her.

She bit her lip as she pounded her fist on the ground. "Why? Why? Why can't I say no to you? Why can't I just get up and walk away? What's holding me back?" She growled clenching her fist. For the first time she felt the pain of the sun burn roll through her. She sat up and released him. She looked like a mess. Her hair was all wet and tangled. Her eyes were red and puffy and her face was wet. She glanced down at her burned hand and gave a fake growl. "See what I have to go through to keep you here." She tried to be serious but failed horribly. Laughter flowed from her erasing all the pain she felt. She felt better. Hell she felt great. It's like a huge weight has been lifted off her shoulders. "And don't think I'm leaving you just yet. You gotta fix this. I'm not gonna leave with a bum arm." She winked at him grinning.

[Vincent]

Vincent rolls over after she rests her head against the ground, getting to his feet, brushing himself off. "You know..." he starts dryly, "The sun doesn't kill me immediately, I can last about ten minutes before I need to avoid it." he says softly, striding over to the windows, blocking the rising sun from hitting her, his body feeling as if a thousand needles were stabbing him. If it hurt at all, he didn't show it. He stands for a minute, watching the rising sun, before sighing, drawing the heavy curtains against the burning light, looking forlornly at his broken guitar. "I really liked that one too..." he says with a soft sigh, moving over to his companion.

He scoops her up gently, laying her on the bed, a large four poster one with heavy curtains around it, roughly king size. He sighs, pushing his palms into his eyes, sighing lightly. "I'm not going anywhere either, I live here you know." he says, his voice lightly muffled by his hands. He sits on the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees, and his face in his hands. He was too old to deal with this sort of thing anymore. He was too tired to deal with relations, and worrying about the sun. It would be far better just to lay down and die sometimes. He sighs, giving a self deprecating chuckle. Nah, that would make it too easy for his brother, afterall, and he lived to make a nuisance out of himself.

He sighs as he flops over on the bed, careful not to fall on Rayne, not even moving all the way on. He stares blankly at the cieling, hands folded across his stomach. "Still, you're free to leave whenever you're ready Rayne, I'll not stop you, and I hardly expect you to remain here with me. I mean, I'd rather not be stuck with an old vampire who's too sentimental for his own good, especially way out in the middle of no where." he says with a soft smile, raising a forearm to cover his eyes, feeling far more tired than he would if he were half his age. "I'll be able to outfit you with anything you need." he says in addition, assuring her she wouldn't be leaving unprepared. "But of course, you are welcome to stay for as long as you wish." he says with a light shrug.

[Trinity Keating]

She watched the skin bend and mold itself back to her wrist. Wow she didn't think she was that sensitive to light. She shrugged and looked down at Vincent. Her cheeks blushed lightly and she looked away. "I have no where else to go." Was all she said before she climbed off the bed and moved out of the room. She'd find another one to spend the night in. Her chest clenched. Her house had been burned right after she left. Those damn humans had followed her and tried to kill her in her sleep. She wished she could kill them. She wished she could harm them but a small voice told her it was a bad idea and would only end really bad. She gave a small snort and slipped into yet another bedroom. To her dismay it was as big as the last one she was in. Damn my house was smaller than this, she thought sourly stripping off what clothing she had on and made her way to the bathroom for a nice shower.

She took a quick shower not wanting to be caught of gaurd incase she was attacked. She slipped out of the shower and threw on a robe and rumaged through the closet. She didn't find anything she completely was pleased with but she pulled out a short black silk and lace nightgown. That would do for now. She silently got dressed and headed towards the bed. She glanced at her sword placed neatly on the chair and quickly jogged to get it. Like hell if she was going to go unpretected. She didn't trust Vincent anymore. He was probably still caught up in his stupid thing about her wanting to kill him. He might kill her in her sleep. Slowly she grew paranoid but triedness took over paranoia and she hit the pillow like a rock and was out cold.

[Vincent]

Vincent lay staring at his cieling, torn between sleep and movement. On one hand, he was extremely tired, and wanted nothing more than to sleep for eternity, to seal himself away in this mansion, locked away for all eternity. On the other, he knew that Rayne was still angry with him, which made him restless, wanting nothing more than to exert himself. He sighs, forcing himself up, growling angrily. He tears the curtains aside, retrieving his own weapons, striding through the sun with impunity. Let it burn him, he didn't care any longer.

He descends the stairs quickly, drawing shut the blinds behind him, knowing he'd appreciate it on the way back. He descends into the lower levels, then the mine beneath that, before stopping in front of a large, wrought silver door, hesitating. This was one of those dark secrets of his past and family, one that he wasn't fond of, to say the least. He steels himself, slipping in the heavy iron key, turning the lock, pushing the door open soundlessly, and decending further into the darkness, the likes of which that mirrored his own tormented soul. He strides through the halls, not paying attention to the door behind him, delving deeply into the depths, past the torture chambers, past the gladitorial pits where the old stains of blood could be seen reflected in the dark sand of the floors. He continues, emerging in a small training room, lit by a harsh light.

He leaves his normal weapons at the door, on a small post, stripping down to his waist, picking up a katana from the wall. He settles into a wide stance, before flowing easily into the kata that Musashi had taught him so long ago, flwoing gracefully, and flawlessly, from one stance to the next, paying little attention to the time, losing himself in the exercise. As he exerted rigorous control over his muscles, a light sheen of sweat coated him, though his focus never wavered, blocking out everything except his exercise, losing himself in the blindness of practice, blocking out all thoughts except the kata, finding that place of inner peace, that he rarely could achieve, finding the only calm and rest his body had ever known.