Thread: A Former Love :: Relix/Zexy

A great urge wanted him to peak over his shoulder. See if she is still looking, see if she was still standing there. Vin! Vin! A male voice yelled from the club, halting slowly. Vincent let out a small sigh, Just can't get any better... can it? Turning around slowly, the male picked up speed a tad to get back to the club. He knew the yell, it was when Zack got into some trouble and needed help. Well, technically, he didn't need any help because he was a vampire, Zack just called to make the fighting more even. Vincent now-a-day turned down fighting. Likely to lead the wrong people on a trail that led to their demise. Walking past the female once more, Vincent turned his head slightly. Giving her a small nod, before a smile. Vincent. Help. Vincent. Help. Zack repeated up until the point that Vincent actually arrived. May I ask what the troubles are? Vincent chimed in softly. Three rather large, for the crowd that was in there, men surrounded Zack. Who the hell are you, homo? Take your happy ass back home, dick. Vincent nodded softly. Homo. Dick. Ah, yes, no. Neither are my name. I am Vincent, pleasure to meet you. Giving them a slight bow before smirking. Dude, just let me go. You don't want any trouble. Zack spoke, with his usual cocky tone. Shit... here we go. Vincent thought to himself, Pardon my rudeness, he will be leaving. He apologizes for whatever he must have done and will be headed home immediately. He's had one too many drinks in him and gets all chatty after a while. So, if you excuse us, we will be on our way. One of the three men snarled, He will be going no where, mind your own damn business. Nodding softly, Vincent. Help. Zack pleaded once more. A sigh escaping the lips of the male outside the group of men. You are a big ass trouble maker, aren't you Zack? Vincent asked softly, placing his hand on the man's shoulder. Listen here, friend. You will leave him alone. If not, the few following days will be spent in a hospital as doctors spent time trying to fix your torn ligament in your left shoulder. Applying pressure softly, Vincent watched as the man's face turned into pain. All right, all right. Fuck. Just stop. The man pleaded, rotating his shoulder a few times after Vincent's grip was removed. Next time, bud. It won't be so easy. Another threatened, No, it won't. Vincent replied. Coughing softly, Let me guess, you kissed the bigger of the three's girlfriend then mouthed off to him after she told? Vincent asked, pausing for a second as they began to walk toward Vin's apartment. Vincent's glare shifted momentarily as the female from before passed. He could sense Zack was about to say something, usually always does. Well, hello there. Someone is looking rather beautiful tonight. I'm Zack, The male began as he started walking besides the female. Shaking his head softly, Zack. Wrong way. Vincent spoke. Yeah, yeah, shut up Vin. Pretty girl, come on. Don't cock block. Shaking his head softly, the male smirked. See that right there. Cock blocked yourself. Let the young lady continue with the rest of her night. She's new to town, don't want her to mix up with the wrong people as soon as she's gotten here. Vincent spoke softly, his pal sighing softly as he turned around to catch up with the other male. Did you see the chest on her? Zack spoke, rather loudly at that. My god.. what I'd do to those. Manners. Watch your manners. She's still right there. Vincent replied. Though Zack was one to express his hormones, Vincent felt a rather deep passion to sink his teeth into that girl. My apologies, ma'am. My friend is just a pervert when he's had one too many drinks. Vincent spoke as he turned around, Enjoy your stay in Paris. The smell of that fine, attractive young woman bounced around the two males even as they walked nearly a block away from where they had passed her. The two had been quiet. Mainly because they were soaking in the scent. It was rich. To Zack, it was something different. Vincent... familiar. I know her from somewhere, Zack. Vincent spoke, breaking the silence. Zack laughed, Of course you do. I know your ploy, Vin. You want her for yourself, but, I will arise to your challenge and sweep her off her feet. You weren't the only smooth talker back in the day. Ah, yes... back in the day. That was ages ago, Zack. Why must you constantly bring up the past? Still living in it? Zack shook his head no, Not I. You. As quickly as conversation was brought up, it was stopped. Zack was right. Vincent lived in the past, there wasn't much to look forward to in the present. That night creeped by slowly, thoughts filled of the memory of his old love. They looked the same. Exactly the same. Who was this person? Vincent hadn't slept in days, so, it wasn't like he was missing out on anything important. He just sat there staring at the empty board he wanted to pain on. Every once in a while, the male would sigh. Thoughts filled with his life on the sea. The days spent together on deserted islands with the girl from his past. Why did it haunt him so much? Was it because he killed her? He didn't kill her off of being betrayed.. he was ordered to. High power then even his own. He ruled the north and south sea. Vincent shook his head softly, Getting lost once again.. He murmured softly, paint brush in hand. Moving the tip of the brush to the surface, his arm slowly beginning to paint. Of what? He didn't know at the moment. He was just painting, inspiration finally struck him. The morning was quickly turned foul. God damnit! The male yelled from inside of his apartment, throwing the painting out of his apartment, over his balcony. The painting breaking into several large pieces, over the night he painted his former love. Standing on the balcony, the male leaned against the railing. Visible frustrated in letting his mind wander and draw her once again. Looking down at the people staring up at him, some cursing at him for nearly hitting them with his painting. Breathing in deeply, the scent from the past night fluttering around his nostrils. How if she was down there and noticed the picture how creepy it'd be. His eyes bounced around the people bending over looking at the painting, attempting to find the girl with this unique scent. Glaring at those staring up at him, the eyes looked away intimidated. Walking back into his room, the male shut the doors to the balcony, locking them shortly after. Grabbing his jacket off the back of the couch, Vincent moved to the door. Grabbing the single key to his room, the male locked the door behind himself. I need more paint... and a new surface.. He mumbled to himself softly as he moved to the elevator. Greeted by a rather large commotion, were people still looking at his painting? Pulling the hood over his head, hiding his face so no one would notice him. Yet again, the male bumped into a person on his way out. My apologies. He spoke from under his hood, looking up softly. It was some other person who lived in the same apartment. Stepping out of the door, the male looked up to see everyone still gathering around his art. Some taking pictures. Him! A voice shouted as he turned out of the apartment. Fuck... He muttered softly, a few people rushed over to him. Why did you throw something so good like this out?! A female questioned, Wasn't good enough. He replied simply, So, you just simply threw it out? Almost killing someone. I was frustrated. I didn't assume people would be out this early, now, I'm late. May I leave? Vincent questioned softly, Ah! There he is! Zack yelled from the crowd, The man of the morning! The man who painted that painting! Right there! Zack smirked softly, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. We must leave.. she is somewhere around here. I can smell her. Vincent whispered softly, What are you talking about? You only drew the person from your past. Yes... but, she looks exactly like the girl from last night. Vincent replied, Are you sure? Zazk questioned softly, Where is she? He questioned once more, Will the girl from last night please step forward. Medium height, ravenish colored hair. Very pretty. Zack smirked softly, She's not aro.... The words choked in his mouth, the scent becoming more apparent to the other male. I will kill you... Vincent whispered, shaking off his arm. Dude... I didn't believe you.. Zack replied, watching the male quickly begin moving away from teh scene his painting created and now what Zack created. Amazing way to start off the day.. Vincent muttered as he turned the corner. The scent seemingly growing stronger.