Thread: A Former Love :: Relix/Zexy

Vincent cocked a brow as she approached him, hand lifting up his shirt that cover the cut. Chuckling a bit at what she had to say, Alright, that makes me feel better. Atleast there wasn't a need to worry about her feeling awkward around him, which in turn, would make him feel awkward around her. Maybe it was her... somehow. It felt like it. Felt really like this girl standing before him was somehow Victoria reincarnated. Well, I will call you what you want me to call you. If you dislike the name Victoria, I shall continue to call you Aaliyah. The male replied, giving her a smile after moving his shirt down back over his cut. It'll bruise, I feel it. Chuckling softly, Feel really tender and sore, come tomorrow, my whole stomach will be black and blue. The male spoke head turning to look at her, Has anyone ever told you that you have a calming touch? The male didn't know how to describe it, but, her touch made it feel like Victoria was living once again and right next to him. That isn't true. Its coincidence. Pure coincidence. Vincent thought to himself, how could it even be possible? Not like she knew how to wield and use a sword, not like she knew how to command a ship. Vincent even doubted everything. He had to. Ah, you heard that.. The male replied softly to her question. Well, its either tell her or make up something on how you believe you have something that makes you different from her. Vampire or another lie? Tough choice. No, please. Ask any question you want, and I will answer. Smiling softly, I don't know how to describe it, actually. Have you ever went to a place and knew from the moment you got there that you'd never fit in? Vincent asked softly, sitting up slowly. Swinging his legs to hang on the inside of the railing, back to nothing. So, if he was pushed, he'd fall to the ground below. I've lived in Paris for about four years now. It just seems that I will never fit in. I'm looked at like an outsider, even Zack.. the male who grew up with me and has no will power to control his hormones looks at me like I'm different. That last part was a lie, they both were the same. He never got those looks because he is so outgoing. It wasn't that Vincent got looks because of his skin color, he wasn't horribly pale white. It just wasn't tan. He couldn't. Being a vampire never allowed him to. I don't know. I just don't feel right here. Just not me. Which was the truth, if he could have it his way. Pirates would still be around, Vincent wanted... craved for the sea once more. Just like he craved to be with Victoria once more. Vincent let out a long sigh. For whatever reason, the male just didn't want to think about it. I'm sorry. Lately, it feels like everything is going no where. Being friends with Zack, everything just takes it toll on you. Shaking his head lightly, something just felt like it was pushing its way out. Moving past his current state of mind. Vincent slid down from the railing, placing his feet on the concrete balcony. The female now standing next to him since sitting up from the rail. Ever get that feeling? Like you're stuck? Vincent asked causal, though, he could feel his body craved to touch Victoria, and not his Victoria. I usually get it when I paint. I go through many boards.. just by sitting there and trying to think of something. I'll get started, feel stuck then throw it out. Shaking his head softly as he moved his hand to his forehead, rubbing softly before running his hand through his hair. Moving his hand down back to the railing, Vincent felt warm texture rather then the cold metal railing. Looking down to his hand, moving it quickly off of the female's hand. Sorry about that. The male spoke quickly, laughing somewhat. When did you plan to finish that drawing? The male asked, turning his head to face her. You stopped to check my wound, I'm not really wanting to keep you from not finishing. Vincent laughed, rubbing the back of his head. Biting at his lip, the thought of coming out to her about everything was strong. That is just too weird, though right? It has to be. He didn't think it'd be something to just come out and say, just 'Oh hey. I'm a vampire, I believe you are a lover of mine from a past time. I'm strongly attracted to you and yeah.' That is way overboard on creepy. Let me ask you a question. Pausing for a slight second, Do you believe in possibilities of being born again? Vincent probably seemed really crazy with this question, but, he wanted to know her belief. I mean, myself.. anything is possible. I'm just curious to hear what you think. Of course, for Vincent ANYTHING was possible. He's been living for ages upon ages. He can't even recall the number. Please, if you feel awkward about the question, don't answer. I'm not going to harm if you don't answer. Giving her a small reassuring smile, Its just.. you are the first person to actually talk to about anything. Zack won't have any of it and I just need a new friend.. I guess. Vincent hoped possibly more then that.. if she'd allow it. Let me know if I'm talking crazy. I'm literally everywhere right now. It was true, the male didn't know what to think. His body wanted her. His mind wanted to tell her what he was. He wanted to believe he had his Victoria back.. he just couldn't and finally, his body was crying out for some company. Just felt that soon, he was going to break down. Which probably wouldn't be good... for her.