Thread: A Former Love :: Relix/Zexy

Vincent knew it was a bad idea to have a party straight from when it arrived. Roughly about 45 people were all in his apartment, in his medium sized apartment. He had forbidden anyone to go into his room, but, roughly no one listens. They brought out paintings, CDs of old music... books. Anything and everything they could to rummage through. Zack had been talking to any and all females around the party, until Emily and Aaliyah showed up. Then he went onto follow Emily. Vincent hasn't seen him since. Grabbing a drink from the kitchen, Vincent grabbed a water bottle out of the medium sized white refrigerator. Vincent turned quickly to head into the kitchen, why he grabbed a water bottle for Aaliyah? He honestly didn't know, just felt like he should. Trying to get back into the main room of his apartment felt like he was going through a damn maze, Vincent turned left and was met by a group of people talking, turned around and then tried going another way which was blocked off by another group of people. How aggravating it was. Gritting his teeth, Vincent pushed past the people blocking his way from the living room. Apologies. He replied quickly after pushing past. Shaking his head lightly, the male moved to the couch, extending his hand with the water bottle sitting at the end. Water? He asked softly, I figured you were thirsty since you hadn't gotten up off the couch since you got here. Vincent spoke softly, I'm taking it that Zack went out and found you guys... I apologize. The male began softly, I will try to keep him away from you guys, The male paused slowly, turning his head to find his friend of devilish deeds. Of course.. he'd be with her friend. Yes, I'll just put this here and leave you be for the rest of the night. Placing the bottle down on the cushion next to her. Vincent quickly stepped away from the couch, moving to the metal balcony. Pulling open the door, the male quickly stepped onto the platform, shutting the doors behind him. Somewhat quiet out here. He murmured to himself. Zack broke off from Emily momentarily, just to pester Aaliyah into going out to talk to Vincent. Moving the water bottle over some, Zack plopped down on the couch. Quickly placing his arm around her, Hey there beautiful. He teased, letting out a small laugh before removing his arm. Turning his head to look over at Vincent through the glass door, Take control. You'll get to know him more if you bring up something. Tough idea to grasp, but, if once you get to know Vincent. He doesn't seem so alone. Zack turned his head back to the girl, Look. We don't know one another and hell, seems like its been strange meetings since I run into you girls all the damn time, but, its what I do. I run the streets during the day to find out something to do at night. So, I'm bound to run into anyone I know once a day. Vincent is only there at times because I drag him to come out. Shrugging softly, Zack kinda didn't know what he should be saying right now. Apologizing for how he acted sure as hell wasn't going to be it. As I said, go out and talk to him. You will be surprised to find out who he is. Standing up slowly, I'm going back to chill with Emily for a bit, you do what you wanna do. I just figured I'd give you some advice if you want to get to know him. With that, Zack quickly moved his way through the crowd to get to the girl he was talking to. Vincent stood out on the balcony to get away from the noise and the crowded area. Turning around, Vincent moved to the door, placing his hand on the knob, twisting it slightly before entering the apartment again. The male was greeted by the loud music blaring through the whole apartment. No one, yet, was amazingly drunk and stupid. That is when Vincent would have to start throwing people out or possibly stopping the party. Then the unexpected happened, Vincent! A familiar voice called from the kitchen, music going down to low to hear the shouts and screams in the kitchen. Excuse me. The male repeated pushing through the crowd. Get this man out, Vin. He's had a little too much to drink and is now gone fucking crazy! Zack yelled across the room, Alright, man, your ride on the free booze is up. Time to go. Vincent spoke calmly as he approached the man, quickly the male spun around, flailing his right arm at Vincent. A scream from a woman in the corner was heard, followed by someone screaming he had a knife. Pretty much everyone in the kitchen except Zack, Emily and a few other left for the main room. Vincent was shocked, was he just cut? Felt a strong heat sensation coming from his stomach. No sooner then did he look down was he greeted by a left hook from the male with the knife. Cut and dazed. Amazing combo. Staggering a bit, Vincent took a step back before bumping into the wall. Shaking his head somewhat, Well. If that is all you have, then, I will remove you by force. Bring it on asshole. The male replied, Indeed. What actually happened only Zack could see, Vincent was fast. Really fast. He unarmed the male by breaking his wrist after giving the male a good right to the nose. The repetitive cry for help from the man was funny to Vincent as he pushed him through the crowd to the door. Someone was actually kind enough to open the door for him, pushing him out quickly. Okay, when you realize your wrist is broken. Go north three blocks, take a right, go that way another two and there will be a hospital. Vincent spoke to him before shutting the door. Turning around, And you all can go back to partying. With that being said the DJ turned back up the music. Head to his room, Vincent lifted his shirt some. Blood ran down from a good five inch cut across his stomach, Son of a bitch.. He mumbled to himself, Zack noticing him looking down. He quickly rushed over to check it out, You good? Yeah, I'm fine. Just a flesh wound. Someone laughing next to him, A flesh wound? Bro, you were gashed. You should go to the hospital. The voice chimed in, shaking his head no, Vincent moved to his room. I'll be fine, if anything, I'll stitch it up after I clean off. Zack patted him on the back, Finally, some fight in you. He joked softly before returning to the kitchen. Vincent stepped into his room slowly, pushing the door shut some. God damn it, got to find a new shirt now. He mumbled to himself. Removing the shirt quickly to wipe the blood from his torso, Glad it was me though. Doubt anyone but me or Zack could survive it. Zack every now and again looked to Aaliyah, motioning for her to go into Vincent's room and check up on him. Vincent was fine, the wound would heal in no time but he just didn't want to let out his secret. Grabbing a shirt, the male stepped into the bathroom connected to his room. Grabbing the Peroxide, pouring some on the rag hanging off the sink. Rubbing his stomach with his rag, the male grunted every now and again at the stings. He needed to clean it, just to make everyone think he was being careful. Being a vampire, he didn't really need to, but, for the sake of not being question. Vincent would clean himself off, This is the last time I have a party. He spoke softly, putting on his shirt slowly, just after tossing the now bloodied rag into the sink. Grabbing a book from his dresser, the male left his room quickly. Heading to the balcony where he'd be safe from anymore attacks. Vincent enjoyed his balcony, it was peaceful. He could just plop up on the railing, legs laid out across it and just sit there and stare out into the city. This time, he'd read. A book from long ago, kept it through the years of him being a pirate. The thing that kept him sane at sea for months on end.