Something’s Not Right
burning-in-paradise:
fathervincent:
Vincent grinned weakly. “I’ve always been a fool though, we both know that.” How many times had he gotten in trouble as a child for his foolishness. Then she mentioned things that made him think she meant to fight God. “No. Absolutely not, she’s stronger than anything I’ve seen. Even the last times she came to Earth…she even said it herself, she was weak then, mere humans could kill her, but not now.” He gestured to the wounds on his face, that disturbingly had ceased to hurt days ago. “She did this, she almost killed me, but decided she had better things in store.” Another glance down at his feet. “I’m turning into one of those things slowly, but surely.”
Was she seriously going to try and go up against God. “Who’s to say she wouldn’t know that you’re trying to get her to spill her secrets?” He frowned. “She’d…” A fearful pause. “She’d kill you. I can’t lose you again, it was bad enough the first time.” Though there was recognition in his eyes, acceptance. It would be the only way, and he knew it. Finally he sighed. “It’s your choice.” He couldn’t stop her.
“She has a Seal, you know the ones I’m talking about right? Mr. Wolf had one, remember?” Surely she would. “We need them in our hands in order to take her down. I don’t know what good it will do, but at the very least…I could weaken her, so she could be hurt.” And perhaps then, Alessa could conquer her. She deserved it afterall, and he wouldn’t deny it.
As serious this situation was, Alessa was still a young girl after all. She couldn’t help but giggle softly at Vincent’s comment, covering her mouth with her hand. “You have done silly things in the past. Remember when you were first riding your bike and you didn’t know how to stop and ended up crashing into the bushes?” Alessa’s face saddened and she looked away from him. “Sorry. That was unnecessary but what you said just reminded me of that. We have a bigger task at hand.” She turned and walked toward on the books he had sprawling out.
They needed to act, and fast. She was silent as Vincent was telling her how strong she was, which scared Alessa so bad. She tried her best not to let Vincent see her anxiety, thus the reason for “looking through” the books in the first place. However, when he mentioned his face, Alessa turned around slowly and saw the wound She caused. She frowned when he revealed his soon-fate but walked up to him and gently touched his wound. “Perhaps when we have a plan, I can find a way to rid you of this curse. Don’t forget that I, too, am powerful, even though I may not look like it.” She gave him a weak smile before it faded.
She listened closely to Vincent’s next words. “It may be true that she knows my intention, but we don’t know for sure. She knows I’m here. I’m surprised She hasn’t come looking for me yet but… perhaps I can persuade her- tell her that I’m on her side. Then maybe… she can tell me where the Seals are at. I can take them, and bring them to you. But… I know this won’t be easy. It will take time, and it seems as though you don’t have a lot right now. So while I am distracting her, you could find a way to stop her once and for all.”
There was another moment of silence as Alessa just stared into Vincent’s eyes, knowing the severity of their plan. She knew that God could kill her at any time, but Alessa would not go down without a fight. “We have to do this,” she said softly. “Maybe then… maybe then I could rest, finally.”
Vincent sighed. “Maybe all it will take is to defeat her, throw her back to whatever pit she crawled out of, and then I’ll be myself again.” He followed her to the books, claws clicking softly against the wood flooring. “Heather and I, we’re trying to locate other people who might be able to help, we got a message out, we know where to find them when we need them, if there are any.” And he was sure there would be.
“Three Seals are in the Church, last I knew, we have one, and God is carrying another. If you can get her to trust you enough, she might give it to you.” He began to pace, easily stepping out a rhythmic pattern with is clawed feet. “It might work to our advantage…but you’d have to be careful. More careful even than when we used to sneak out at night to have adventures. This is life or death here.” And his tone made it clear he didn’t want death being an option.
