Fan Fiction ❯ Kiss Me Hard ❯ “It’s almost time…” ( Chapter 10 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Azure_Wolfane 
Hey guys!
How was your summer? Good I hope. Terribly sorry for the two month delay in this chapter--But don't worry! THE STORY IS NOT DEAD.
It is very much alive. Infact, I intend on staying up for a short bit tonight to work on Chapter 10 for you guys. ^^;;
Anyways, Same as always, Read and review. ^^;; Keeps me going. :3
Chapter Summary:
Vincent comes to a vital decision while Cassia reveals the truth.
Sorry for the horrid chapter summary. Been a while since I've written the chapter, and for a while my laptop was broken and my disk broke. x.x;; So i'm not too sure what this chapter is about, though i will surly be reading the whole story from the prologue to the last word in the last chapter. ^^;;
Anyways, thanks to all my devoted readers. ^^
Love you all! .>;;
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Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.11.2006 | Updated On: 01.22.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 147 | Status: Completed
Hey guys!
How was your summer? Good I hope. Terribly sorry for the two month delay in this chapter--But don't worry! THE STORY IS NOT DEAD.
It is very much alive. Infact, I intend on staying up for a short bit tonight to work on Chapter 10 for you guys. ^^;;
Anyways, Same as always, Read and review. ^^;; Keeps me going. :3
Chapter Summary:
Vincent comes to a vital decision while Cassia reveals the truth.
Sorry for the horrid chapter summary. Been a while since I've written the chapter, and for a while my laptop was broken and my disk broke. x.x;; So i'm not too sure what this chapter is about, though i will surly be reading the whole story from the prologue to the last word in the last chapter. ^^;;
Anyways, thanks to all my devoted readers. ^^
Love you all! .>;;
~*~[Read+Review=More chapters]~*~
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.11.2006 | Updated On: 01.22.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 147 | Status: Completed
Kiss Me HardPage 2
Chapter Nine
Vincent looked over at the door the two entered from when the door open. He looked at the figure in the window sill directly opposite of him, and pushed himself away from the wall, “I guess it’s supper time…” He whispered softly, walking over to Cassia, her silhouetted frame casting it’s beautiful shadows across the cold marble floor.
She looked over to the handsome man whom loomed towards her from the shadows. He walked to the other end of the sill, by her feet, and leaned against the frame, “Yeah…” She whispered in reply.
She fell silent again, causing Vincent to tilt his head, “What’s wrong?”
“Joseph is my friend…” She replied, looking at him before averting her gaze to the court yard, “So excuse me if I don’t seem all excited about you planning on killing him…”
Vincent fell silent, watching her through half lidded eyes, before shaking his head and following her gaze to the courtyard, “You must understand…his intentions after tonight is to kill me…”
Cassia didn’t move, nor speak. She just remained silent, before turning her gaze to him, “His plan was to try and end this war.”
“Battle. To try and end this battle. But gaining my alliance, he was accomplish nothing.”
Cassia shakes her head, “Everything must end in blood shed, doesn’t it…?”
Vincent fell silent, before bringing his gaze to her, “Yes.” He said bluntly.
“Well…When are you going to kill him…?”
“If you seat next to me, you’ll know…”
Cassia nodded a little, and swung her feet off the side of the sill, and hopped lightly to the cement, her shoes clicking on the marble floor once making contact with the ground. She turned to look at Vincent, whom moved from the wall to her. He stood before her, looking down at her.
After a moment, he raised a hand, and cupped her cheek, leaning down and kissing her softly.
However, right when their lips met, she turned her head from him and started down from the hallway, saying nothing to the man whom she left standing alone, staring after her.
He hesitated for a moment, before running up to her quietly. Once he reached her, he quickly pushed her against a wall, looking down at her as he pinned her there, “Please understand my reasons, Cassia.”
Cassia said nothing, before bowed her head and kept her gaze on the floor.
Vincent frowned, placing two fingers under her chin and tilting her head up so he could lock his gaze with her, “There’s no way I can avoid this fate, Cass. Believe me…It’s my life, or his.”
Cassia smirked, locking her gaze with his determined gaze, “You could leave right now. Avoid such conflict–but you choose to stay. So please. Don’t try and win me over with such a petty argument.”
With that, Cassia pushed him away, and walked the rest of the length of the hallway, only stopping at the door as she turned to look at him.
Vincent remained standing, facing the wall. He closed his eyes, thinking, ‘What’s wrong with me? I just met this woman…how can she have such…no…I won’t fall to such trickery…she plans to kill me too…it is the way of the slayers. I…I can’t…I…’
“Vincent?”
Vincen t looked over at her, and nodded a little. He stalked down the hall, his thought’s silent. He walked up to her, and grabbed her arm before she could leave. He leaned down, as if to kiss her, but instead brought his lips to her ear, “Forgive me.” He whispered.
Cassia blinked, and looked up at him as he pulled away. She was confused for a moment, but when he kissed her, she found her questions melt to mere nothingness as she returns his kiss.
When he pulls back, he walks past her, and out the door and into the moving crowd of people.
Cassia just stands there, looking blankly in front of her, before she turns to watch the door close slowly, and his looming figure vanish amongst the humans.
After a moment, she straightened her dress, and then walked out of the hall.
The hall filled slowly. Vincent paused looking over the vast hall.
It was a fairly impressing sight that he beheld. The seats were in the form of a circle; the centre held nothing. It was as if the centre was made for those who wish to make a speech. Once Vincent’s gaze fell upon Joseph whom took his seat on the left side of the room, Vincent followed him. He took his seat a few chairs away from Joseph, placing at least 8 people between them.
He sat silent, on his right hand, Scott to his seat. On his left, Cassia sat down hesitatingly.
Vincent watched her.
She looked down at her plate solemnly, her eyes half closed, and her hands sitting in her lap numbly, as her shoulders remained slumped. Vincent hesitated, before gently reaching under the table and taking her hand.
He had no clue why he showed such kindness to a human. He despised them. Envied them. Couldn’t stand their scent…but something about this woman called for him to care. And so, he did.
He held her cold hand in his, and ran his thumb over the back of her hand, caressing the skin gently.
Cassia looked up at him briefly, before returning her gaze to the plate.
Joseph sat down in his chair, looking about the room before his gaze came to the rest on Vincent. He watched him intently, before he noticed the woman beside him.
“Cassia…” He whispered softly as he watched her down casted look. He leaned back a little to see past the people who leaned forwards, when he noticed Vincent’s hand rest on her back, rubbing it gently.
A slight hint of jealousy and anger flared in Joseph ‘How dare he make her so uncomfortable!’ he thought furiously, shifting in his seat.
He looked directly across from him at one of the slayer whom was dressed in a white, flowing gown.
He nodded slightly to her, and she smirked, as if understanding what he meant.
She then turned her direction towards a man beside her, “It’s final. Vincent dies–and the war ends. Tonight.” She hissed to the man, and he smirked, looking down at her, “Good.”
The meal started after a few speeches from both sides of the alliance. Vincent stepped up onto the podium, and made his speech about uniting the humans and the vampire, and being glad to have Joseph as an ally. Then Joseph came up and followed his speech with one of his own about not being able to wait for this day when the war would end.
Mean while, during these speeches, Cassia looked down at her cold hands, twitching her fingers slightly as she felt herself go numb.
“What lies.” She muttered. She knew Joseph had plans–he wanted to do what she suggested earlier. And she knew Vincent was going to counter it with his own plans–therefore, neither of them are happy this war is over–
The speeches ended.
She looked up, and saw the two shake hands stiffly, before they both returned to their seat.
Vincent took his seat next to Cassia and looked at her, smiling faintly, but she merely shook her head.
He sighed, and looked around the room.
He suddenly took notice of a few figures staring at him intently, and he frowned. Finally, it sunk in.
They were going to kill him no matter what.
He shook his head, and took her hand, pulling her close to him, “Forgive me now, or you may never get the chance…” He whispered into her ear as he placed a hand around her shoulder, holding her close to him as he whispered his words.
Scott looked beside him at his father, and blinked, quite surprised at the sight of his father with his arm around his brother’s enemy. He shook his head, looking around and spotting his sister, whom was staring at Lucius fondly. He smirked as she cupped his cheek and turned his head to look at her, then kissed him.
“Cute.” Scott muttered simply.
Cassia blinked, “How can I forgive you.” She hissed, pulling away to look up at him, “your going to kill my friend…”
“I meant…” he sighs, trailing off. He then shook his head, “Never mind.” He said simply as waiter’s came to each table and placed a plate before each person, revealing their food.
Vincent stared down at his food in disgust. He couldn’t eat human food–it was poison to them.
“I suddenly lost my appetite.” He muttered to his son beside him.
Scott smirked, “Yes…Same.” He said simply, looking at his father, “Did you know your daughter is here?”
Vincent fell silent, frowning, “She is…?” He muttered, scanning the room.
But before Scott could say anything, Vincent had already spot her.
“She’s beautiful…” he muttered quietly, before standing and moving around the tables.
Cassia watched as Vincent moved towards a couple, slightly afraid of what he was going to do. Vincent knelt down next to the young woman, and whispered something.
The two then stood up, and left the room.
Vincent stood in the waiting hall, and turned to look upon a woman draped in an elegantly designed, strapless navy blue dress.
She had a frown on her lips as she closed the doors, and turned to look at Vincent, “Father…” She whispered softly.
“Sarah…” he replied in a raspy voice, “You look…amazing…”
Sarah smirked, “Wish I could see myself like you do, father…but sadly, I can only see mere outlines…had to get my friend to help me…”
Vincent winced slightly at her words. He stepped towards her, and she stepped back. He stopped, feeling a sickening feeling in his stomach, “I’m sorry.” He whispered.
“That’s not good enough.” She hissed.
Vincent bowed his head, “I’m well aware of that, my dear…”
Sarah smirked, “Look at me, father…”
Vincent looked up to see her brush her hair away, pulling it behind her ears and revealing a black, silky looking cloth over one eye, “Look at me.” She whispered, “And see if you can still say sorry.”
Vincent frowned, taking a step towards her. This time, she didn’t move. He raised a hand, and gently moved the cloth.
He revealed an eye that was almost white. The crimson barely visible; heavily layered in a shade of white. A scar was visible along the base of her eye on her cheek.
He traced a finger over the scar lightly, and she quickly pushed his hand away, pulling the patch down and covering her eye again, “Everything has been hard from me. Even now, I can barely see you. The doctor told me I was to go blind by the age of 30. Dad. I’m 27. I might as well be blind now. You destroyed me.”
Vincent fell silent, and she continued, “I can see you, though…and you haven’t changed a bit…you still wear your hair the same way, and you still have the same posture…yellow eyes…they are like the light in a sea of a black abyss–which is your looming figure…”
Vincent stared at her, before turning slightly, “I’m sorry I ever tried to hurt you…Your…beautiful, Sarah…You’ve matured into a woman…” he looked at her, and smiled a little, “You look like your mother now more then ever….I…can’t express the pain that runs through me strongly, making me want to just…vanish…” He shook his head, “I might get my wish tonight…and…I just need to know before I walk my fate. Sarah. Will you forgive me…?”
Sarah fell silent as he locked his gaze with her’s. After a moment, she bowed her head, looking away from him, “No…” She whispered, “I can’t forgive you, father…you destroyed me…How can such a thing be forgiven…”
Vincent fell silent, before nodding, “I understand.” He whispered, stepping closer to her. He cupped the back of her head, pulling her close to him and kissing her forehead, “I love you.” He whispered, and looked down at her, “I ask one thing…remember me as how I used to be…not the monster of your nightmares…Good Bye, My daughter.”
With that, he walked past her, and into the dinning hall once more, leaving Sarah standing in silence with tears streaming down her face. She let her arms sit at her side limply, and closed her eyes, “I love you too, Daddy…” She whispered, turning and opening her eyes to look at the door and stare after his vanishing figure that paused after walking out.
Vincent heard her words, and turned to look at her right when the door closed. He saw her tear streaked face, and pleading gaze that seemed to beg for him to understand.
He did.
He turned and walked back to his seat, sitting down slowly and staring at his food blankly.
“It’s almost time…” he whispered to himself.
Chapter Nine
Vincent looked over at the door the two entered from when the door open. He looked at the figure in the window sill directly opposite of him, and pushed himself away from the wall, “I guess it’s supper time…” He whispered softly, walking over to Cassia, her silhouetted frame casting it’s beautiful shadows across the cold marble floor.
She looked over to the handsome man whom loomed towards her from the shadows. He walked to the other end of the sill, by her feet, and leaned against the frame, “Yeah…” She whispered in reply.
She fell silent again, causing Vincent to tilt his head, “What’s wrong?”
“Joseph is my friend…” She replied, looking at him before averting her gaze to the court yard, “So excuse me if I don’t seem all excited about you planning on killing him…”
Vincent fell silent, watching her through half lidded eyes, before shaking his head and following her gaze to the courtyard, “You must understand…his intentions after tonight is to kill me…”
Cassia didn’t move, nor speak. She just remained silent, before turning her gaze to him, “His plan was to try and end this war.”
“Battle. To try and end this battle. But gaining my alliance, he was accomplish nothing.”
Cassia shakes her head, “Everything must end in blood shed, doesn’t it…?”
Vincent fell silent, before bringing his gaze to her, “Yes.” He said bluntly.
“Well…When are you going to kill him…?”
“If you seat next to me, you’ll know…”
Cassia nodded a little, and swung her feet off the side of the sill, and hopped lightly to the cement, her shoes clicking on the marble floor once making contact with the ground. She turned to look at Vincent, whom moved from the wall to her. He stood before her, looking down at her.
After a moment, he raised a hand, and cupped her cheek, leaning down and kissing her softly.
However, right when their lips met, she turned her head from him and started down from the hallway, saying nothing to the man whom she left standing alone, staring after her.
He hesitated for a moment, before running up to her quietly. Once he reached her, he quickly pushed her against a wall, looking down at her as he pinned her there, “Please understand my reasons, Cassia.”
Cassia said nothing, before bowed her head and kept her gaze on the floor.
Vincent frowned, placing two fingers under her chin and tilting her head up so he could lock his gaze with her, “There’s no way I can avoid this fate, Cass. Believe me…It’s my life, or his.”
Cassia smirked, locking her gaze with his determined gaze, “You could leave right now. Avoid such conflict–but you choose to stay. So please. Don’t try and win me over with such a petty argument.”
With that, Cassia pushed him away, and walked the rest of the length of the hallway, only stopping at the door as she turned to look at him.
Vincent remained standing, facing the wall. He closed his eyes, thinking, ‘What’s wrong with me? I just met this woman…how can she have such…no…I won’t fall to such trickery…she plans to kill me too…it is the way of the slayers. I…I can’t…I…’
“Vincent?”
Vincen t looked over at her, and nodded a little. He stalked down the hall, his thought’s silent. He walked up to her, and grabbed her arm before she could leave. He leaned down, as if to kiss her, but instead brought his lips to her ear, “Forgive me.” He whispered.
Cassia blinked, and looked up at him as he pulled away. She was confused for a moment, but when he kissed her, she found her questions melt to mere nothingness as she returns his kiss.
When he pulls back, he walks past her, and out the door and into the moving crowd of people.
Cassia just stands there, looking blankly in front of her, before she turns to watch the door close slowly, and his looming figure vanish amongst the humans.
After a moment, she straightened her dress, and then walked out of the hall.
The hall filled slowly. Vincent paused looking over the vast hall.
It was a fairly impressing sight that he beheld. The seats were in the form of a circle; the centre held nothing. It was as if the centre was made for those who wish to make a speech. Once Vincent’s gaze fell upon Joseph whom took his seat on the left side of the room, Vincent followed him. He took his seat a few chairs away from Joseph, placing at least 8 people between them.
He sat silent, on his right hand, Scott to his seat. On his left, Cassia sat down hesitatingly.
Vincent watched her.
She looked down at her plate solemnly, her eyes half closed, and her hands sitting in her lap numbly, as her shoulders remained slumped. Vincent hesitated, before gently reaching under the table and taking her hand.
He had no clue why he showed such kindness to a human. He despised them. Envied them. Couldn’t stand their scent…but something about this woman called for him to care. And so, he did.
He held her cold hand in his, and ran his thumb over the back of her hand, caressing the skin gently.
Cassia looked up at him briefly, before returning her gaze to the plate.
Joseph sat down in his chair, looking about the room before his gaze came to the rest on Vincent. He watched him intently, before he noticed the woman beside him.
“Cassia…” He whispered softly as he watched her down casted look. He leaned back a little to see past the people who leaned forwards, when he noticed Vincent’s hand rest on her back, rubbing it gently.
A slight hint of jealousy and anger flared in Joseph ‘How dare he make her so uncomfortable!’ he thought furiously, shifting in his seat.
He looked directly across from him at one of the slayer whom was dressed in a white, flowing gown.
He nodded slightly to her, and she smirked, as if understanding what he meant.
She then turned her direction towards a man beside her, “It’s final. Vincent dies–and the war ends. Tonight.” She hissed to the man, and he smirked, looking down at her, “Good.”
The meal started after a few speeches from both sides of the alliance. Vincent stepped up onto the podium, and made his speech about uniting the humans and the vampire, and being glad to have Joseph as an ally. Then Joseph came up and followed his speech with one of his own about not being able to wait for this day when the war would end.
Mean while, during these speeches, Cassia looked down at her cold hands, twitching her fingers slightly as she felt herself go numb.
“What lies.” She muttered. She knew Joseph had plans–he wanted to do what she suggested earlier. And she knew Vincent was going to counter it with his own plans–therefore, neither of them are happy this war is over–
The speeches ended.
She looked up, and saw the two shake hands stiffly, before they both returned to their seat.
Vincent took his seat next to Cassia and looked at her, smiling faintly, but she merely shook her head.
He sighed, and looked around the room.
He suddenly took notice of a few figures staring at him intently, and he frowned. Finally, it sunk in.
They were going to kill him no matter what.
He shook his head, and took her hand, pulling her close to him, “Forgive me now, or you may never get the chance…” He whispered into her ear as he placed a hand around her shoulder, holding her close to him as he whispered his words.
Scott looked beside him at his father, and blinked, quite surprised at the sight of his father with his arm around his brother’s enemy. He shook his head, looking around and spotting his sister, whom was staring at Lucius fondly. He smirked as she cupped his cheek and turned his head to look at her, then kissed him.
“Cute.” Scott muttered simply.
Cassia blinked, “How can I forgive you.” She hissed, pulling away to look up at him, “your going to kill my friend…”
“I meant…” he sighs, trailing off. He then shook his head, “Never mind.” He said simply as waiter’s came to each table and placed a plate before each person, revealing their food.
Vincent stared down at his food in disgust. He couldn’t eat human food–it was poison to them.
“I suddenly lost my appetite.” He muttered to his son beside him.
Scott smirked, “Yes…Same.” He said simply, looking at his father, “Did you know your daughter is here?”
Vincent fell silent, frowning, “She is…?” He muttered, scanning the room.
But before Scott could say anything, Vincent had already spot her.
“She’s beautiful…” he muttered quietly, before standing and moving around the tables.
Cassia watched as Vincent moved towards a couple, slightly afraid of what he was going to do. Vincent knelt down next to the young woman, and whispered something.
The two then stood up, and left the room.
Vincent stood in the waiting hall, and turned to look upon a woman draped in an elegantly designed, strapless navy blue dress.
She had a frown on her lips as she closed the doors, and turned to look at Vincent, “Father…” She whispered softly.
“Sarah…” he replied in a raspy voice, “You look…amazing…”
Sarah smirked, “Wish I could see myself like you do, father…but sadly, I can only see mere outlines…had to get my friend to help me…”
Vincent winced slightly at her words. He stepped towards her, and she stepped back. He stopped, feeling a sickening feeling in his stomach, “I’m sorry.” He whispered.
“That’s not good enough.” She hissed.
Vincent bowed his head, “I’m well aware of that, my dear…”
Sarah smirked, “Look at me, father…”
Vincent looked up to see her brush her hair away, pulling it behind her ears and revealing a black, silky looking cloth over one eye, “Look at me.” She whispered, “And see if you can still say sorry.”
Vincent frowned, taking a step towards her. This time, she didn’t move. He raised a hand, and gently moved the cloth.
He revealed an eye that was almost white. The crimson barely visible; heavily layered in a shade of white. A scar was visible along the base of her eye on her cheek.
He traced a finger over the scar lightly, and she quickly pushed his hand away, pulling the patch down and covering her eye again, “Everything has been hard from me. Even now, I can barely see you. The doctor told me I was to go blind by the age of 30. Dad. I’m 27. I might as well be blind now. You destroyed me.”
Vincent fell silent, and she continued, “I can see you, though…and you haven’t changed a bit…you still wear your hair the same way, and you still have the same posture…yellow eyes…they are like the light in a sea of a black abyss–which is your looming figure…”
Vincent stared at her, before turning slightly, “I’m sorry I ever tried to hurt you…Your…beautiful, Sarah…You’ve matured into a woman…” he looked at her, and smiled a little, “You look like your mother now more then ever….I…can’t express the pain that runs through me strongly, making me want to just…vanish…” He shook his head, “I might get my wish tonight…and…I just need to know before I walk my fate. Sarah. Will you forgive me…?”
Sarah fell silent as he locked his gaze with her’s. After a moment, she bowed her head, looking away from him, “No…” She whispered, “I can’t forgive you, father…you destroyed me…How can such a thing be forgiven…”
Vincent fell silent, before nodding, “I understand.” He whispered, stepping closer to her. He cupped the back of her head, pulling her close to him and kissing her forehead, “I love you.” He whispered, and looked down at her, “I ask one thing…remember me as how I used to be…not the monster of your nightmares…Good Bye, My daughter.”
With that, he walked past her, and into the dinning hall once more, leaving Sarah standing in silence with tears streaming down her face. She let her arms sit at her side limply, and closed her eyes, “I love you too, Daddy…” She whispered, turning and opening her eyes to look at the door and stare after his vanishing figure that paused after walking out.
Vincent heard her words, and turned to look at her right when the door closed. He saw her tear streaked face, and pleading gaze that seemed to beg for him to understand.
He did.
He turned and walked back to his seat, sitting down slowly and staring at his food blankly.
“It’s almost time…” he whispered to himself.