A Change

Dedicated to Savannah for being the first reveiwer :) thank you :D


Chapter 3- Long Night Part 1


Vincent glazed at the village from his seat on the window sill. It was a cool, quiet night, with the sun down, the temperature had dropped, leaving a comfortable chill.

It had been two, maybe three hours ago since Cid and himself had locked the dog like mammal up at the chocobo stable. The man had been a bit iffy about agreeing to it, fearing that the thing would get lose and attack the feathered animal he took care of. He agreed in the end of course. Thanks to Cid anyway.

Vincent watched as people wondered around the lit streets, talking and laughing, enjoying the night with family and friends. A few shops were set up along the walk way, selling various things from food, silks, jewelry, ad map. From the sound of thing two buildings down, the bar was full, people were singing, dancing, some fighting and others drinking.

Vincent closed his eyes, a light sigh falling from his lips. It was an almost…relaxing atmosphere, and he felt as if he could have a peaceful sleep. If not for the fact that every time he did try to sleep, or even nap, Chaos would send him visions, scenes of the past. He would make him relive what it was like under Hojo’s care, the self guilt he felt for not stopping the vile man and the sadness for Lucrecia .

Crimson orb opened as the man shifted his leg, his boot clinking at the movement.

Why did he let himself think about this subject over and over?

Vincent sighed, standing and heading to the door. Turning the knob, the dark-haired man moved to open it till a gun shot and a shout of “Fuck” caught his attention outside. Curiosity getting the better of him, Vincent walk back over to the window, peering out of it and sighed at the sight.

’What did he do?’

Putting his foot on the ledge, Vincent prepared to play knight in shining armor.

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” ‘nother round!”

The tanned hand slammed the empty glass on the counter, waiting for the bartender to refill his glass. Blue eyes starred at the polished counter, blankly looking are the water mark that his glass had made. The man’s free hand came up to rub the stubble on his chin, then slid it up his face to lean his head onto it.

”I said ‘nother fuckin’ round you dumbass!”

Cid wanted his fucking drink. And now.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the bartender came around with a scowl on his face and refilled Cid’s glass with scotch

”This is the last one pal. You’ve had enough to drink.”

Cid cocked a brow. “How th’fuck would ya know? You ain’t me.”

The man, Ryan, scowled again. “For one, your speech.”

Cid laughed, sharp and loud, causing people to look. “Kid, this is how I always talk, Don’t like it ya can bite my ass”

Cid downed the rest of his drink, slamming the glass back down which caused the man named Ryan to flinch. Throwing some gil down, the pilot made his way to the exit, pushing past people, though more like shoving, and made his way to the door.

Slamming, which he seemed to be downing a lot of tonight, the door on his way out, he ‘accidentally’ smashed it into a light haired man whom was having a smoke, talking to his friends.

The man flew forwards into his buddies, knocking one off his feet. The two hit the ground while the one of the other men was hit with one of their flailing limbs, his drink spilling down the front of his shirt.

Cid was not-so-oblivious to the fact that as he exited the bar, three very pissed of men were trailing…plotting.

So, the blond pulled a smoke from his brand new pack, striking a match on his goggles and walking down the street toward the inn. His blue eyes wondered around him, his pace slow and even.

Of course he knew he was being followed. Of course he knew that three very large men we’re trailing him. Of course he knew. He just didn’t give a shit.

Cid smirked as he heard the heavy sound of boots coming closer, soon right behind him.

He WANTED to fight ‘em.

”Hey fucker!” came a deep voice from behind him.

Cid dropped his smirk, making it look as if he had been surprised by their sudden appearance before turning and facing the tall, bulky men.

”Sorry, don’t know anyone by that name.” he said, try not to laugh.

The man who had been hit with the door stepped forward, his bleach blond hair tail at the nape of his neck, and was cracking his knuckles, “trying” to look intimidating. Cid snorted to himself.

”You’re the bastard the slammed the door on me!” the man’s brown eyes narrowed.

Cid snorted out loud. “Sure ya didn’t just trip over yer’self??”

The man’s face light up obviously angry with the comment, because his fist went flying towards Cid’s face.

-SMACK!-

The man could pack power, Cid would give him that. With his cigarette still between his lips, the pilot ran his tongue along the split on his bottom lip, licking up a few drop of blood. Not like it hurt or anything, it just a bit of a pain, and it would probably sting like a bitch if he was to have a drink.

”Did anyone ever tell ya that ya hit worse then a kid?”

Taunting was fun.

The guy grew even angrier, sending another punch at the pilot. This time, Cid caught it.

”Pft, ya can’t even throw a decent punch. Was that suppose’ to scare me?” The pilot closed his hand tightly around the man’s fist, clenching and squeezing the hand. The light-haired man cried out at the surprisingly strong grip that closed around his right hand, alerting the other of his predicament. The two other men came run, fists posed and ready.

”Oh lookie here! Two more fucking prema-ballerina’s to dance with!” Cid smirked as he grabbed the wrist of the hand he was holding, jerking forward and throwing his knee into the man’s stomach causing the man cough and groan. The two other threw their firsts at Cid’s face, hoping to catch the man off guard.

The pilot saw this and ducked, pushing his victim into the others, successfully knocking them all on their asses.

”Ha, dumbasses.” Taking a long drag of his smoke, Cid held the thing between his fingers, tapping the ash off the end.

Cid turned away, preparing to leave. Taking a few steps forward, the pilot was forced to stop when the sound of a click rang through the crowded area. It was then people stopped, not really caring before they heard the click.

Cid cursed his luck and froze.

”Ya that’s right fuck bag, stop and fight like a man” it was the same voice as before.

Cid turned his head back. “Fight like a man eh? Real men don’t bother with gun’s ya stupid bastard.”

The man with the gun laughed, his voice high pitched and scratchy causing the captain to flinch.

”Guns were made for men, fucker. Real men use em’ to take shits like you out!” the man stood, followed by his lackeys.

Cid snorted, highly amused at the man’s stupidity. Slowly, he fully turned, stuffing his hands into his pockets, looking bored.

”Whatcha gonna do little boy, shoot me in front of all these people?” Cid cocked a brow.

The man smirked. “Sure! Why not?”

The man did just that.

’Me an’ my fuckin’ mouth’

”Fuck!” he hissed, darting to the side before the second bullet could be fired. The first one had hit his shoulder and it stun like a mother fucker. People around him ran, the sound of crying children and adult reached his ears as he moved for the nearest stand and diving behind it, the second round hitting the wall a bit to close for comfort.

”Get him!” the man with the gun yelled.

The two with him followed orders and went after the pilot, the clumping of their boots getting closer to Cid’s hiding spot.

Cid swore and leaped to his feet, grabbing the closest thing to him. The stand pole.

’That’ll work’ he thought, watching as the top of the stand broke from its loss of support.

Cid smirked.

”Time to kick his ass!”

The pilot ran at the men, slamming the pole onto the ground just before reaching them and flipped himself over their heads and landing behind them. Jerking the pole forward, Cid rammed the end into ones back, pulling back to spin it back around and into the second man’s side. The first man recovered and charged at Cid again, his arm pulled back and ready. Cid swung the pole out again, hitting the man’s arm the had been thrust forward, blocking and spinning into the man, elbowing him in the face. Satisfied at the crack he heard, Cid then shoved the end of the pole onto the guy’s crotch, successfully taking the man down.

Turning around, Cid went to face the second man, only to find him missing.

Suddenly, a gun shot echoed threw the street and Cid froze, thinking he had been hit…but there was only one bullet hole in him and not two.

Shocked, Cid turned back to face the gun man, only to be shocked once again.

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Vincent jumped down from the second story window, landing in a slight crouching position. People were running around him, parents trying to keep their children safe. A second gun shot was heard as he pushed past the many people, working his way towards the scene. His gloved hand reached down to grab Cerberus, also grabbing ammo, knowing that his gun was almost empty. Loading and cocking, Vincent pushed past the last bit of people, and quickly caught site of the blond pilots who had just stole the pole holding the stand up.

He spotted a tall man, maybe his height, holding a gun pointed at Cid’s direction. From what Vincent could see, the shot he heard had hit its mark, being the pilot’s shoulder. Blood covered Cid’s right side, his blue shirt ruined. Though the pilot didn’t seemed fazed by it.

Vincent watched as Cid took the man down with a rather painful stab at the guys genital area that made even himself want to flinch. A movement behind the pilot caught his eye, immediately drawing his glaze to the second man, who was deciding to play dirty. The man also had a gun, making it two that were aimed Cid.

Vincent growled in frustration. ‘Damn moron…’

Fast then humanly possible, Vincent darted towards Cid, his cape floating behind him claw posed toward the man behind the pilot and gun pointed at the leader. Vincent quickly knocked the second man over the head and shot at the same time as the leader his aim was at the mans knee while the other man’s had been at Cid back, or now at his side, which with it mark before he could block with magic.

Oh well. It would heal.

He could tell that Cid was shock by the way he froze. Not taking his eye off the leader, Vincent step on the second gunman’s back, halting the man from trying to get up. Cid finally snapped out of it and spun around.

”Th’fuck?!”

Vincent frowned. Of course.

”When th’hell did you get here?”

Vincent didn’t take his eyes of the bleed man. “Be glad that I came, Highwind, or you would be dead.”

Cid frowned, arms crossing over his chest. “I don’t needa fuckin’ knight in shinin’ armor. I could’ve got ‘em myself!”

Vincent shook his head slightly “Yes, it looked like it.”

Cid huffed in annoyance.

The man on the ground clutched his massively torn up knee. Not only had he been hit, he had been hit with three bullets.

”You son of a bitch! You fucking tore my goddamn knee apart! I’ll fucking kill you!” the man angrily reach for his gun, only to have it blown to the side as the dark stranger shot at gun further away.

”Move and die” came the chilling voice. His spine literally froze in place, to afraid that this man would pull through with his threat.

The sound of whistles alerted them that the local police had been called, the injured man panicking looking for a accept route, but he found none. The police ran onto the scene slightly surprised at the site of the cloaked man, but soon got over it when they saw the bleed man.

”Paul Senick, looks like you disobeyed the judges orders. Your under arrest.” The captain in a black suit sent his men out to grab the fallen lackeys while paramedics went to the man, Paul.

”They should fucking be arrested to! That fucking vampire man blasted my goddamn knee apart!” Paul shouted, straining against the man that held him down.

”It was self defense, I had no choice.” Vincent lowered Cerberus, carefully avoiding hitting his side. The bullet he knew had missed hitting anything important, which he was thankful for. Once he got the bullet out, it would start to heal and would be fine by morning.

Vincent stepped back, coming to stand beside Cid. “The same goes for Mr. Highwind. It was three against one.”

Paul growled as he was dragged away. “I fucking shot you! You should be on the ground in blood you fucking freak!”

Cid stepped forward, clearly pissed, and started a rant. “Yer a fuckin’ dumbass kid! Didn’t yer mama ever teach ya to respect yer damn elders ya piss off shit? Fuck, even yer fighting skills suck!”

The officers restraining Paul chuckled.

”Ok, ok. That will be enough sir, we have him and will be taking him to see his good pal the judge in to morning.” The officer tipped his cap and turned, push past the people that had stopped to watch.

Paul’s cursing and yelling could clearly be heard from down the street, something about pigs in a blanket and fucking vampires.

Vincent narrowed his eyes. Why did everyone think he was a blood sucking monster? So what he had unnaturally sharp canines and was pale…its not his damn fault. Vincent ran his tongue over his teeth as he grabbed Cid by his ear and started to pull him down the street.

”Ow ow ow! Fuck! The hell are ya doing?!” the pilot stumbled down the street beside the taller man.

Vincent ignored his complaining, walking back towards the inn.

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”Sit and stay Highwind”

”I’m not a fuckin’ dog!”

”I did not say you were.”

”No but ya implied it!”

”Highwind…”

”Cid, dammit! Cid! I ain’t my old man!”

”Highwind, sit still.”

Rip!

”What the fuck are ya doin’?! The was my goddamn shirt!”

Vincent ignored him, throwing the ruined blood stained t-shirt to the ground. Having pulled up a chair, the gunman grabbed the bottle of whiskey that he knew Cid had bought and hid earlier from its place under the bed along with a small case from one of the buckles on his legs.

”What the fuck are ya doin’ anyway…”

Vincent opened the small case, pulling out a curved needle and thick black thread/wire.

Cid saw this.

Cid didn’t like it.

”Oh fuck no! You ain’t jabbing me wit that thing! No. Fucking. Way!” the pilot slid from the edge of the bed, backing away. Vincent continued to string the needle the dropping the end into a glass from the bathroom that had hot water in it.

”Act like a man Cid.”

”I am a goddamn man!”

Vincent stood, grabbing the whiskey bottle and stocking the pilot. Cid, continued to back way, and was unfortunately backing himself into a corner at the same time. Vincent continued to follow, unscrewing the top of the bottle.

”You must take the bullet out Cid. You may get lead poisoning. That and you ripped the hole further.”

Cid felt the wall behind him. ‘Shit!’ he mentally cursed. ‘Not good’

Vincent sighed and stepped up to the shorter man. “Cid, just deal with” He brought the bottle up to the captain’s face. Cid snatched the bottle quickly, taking a swing then handing it back. Vincent resisted rolling his eyes at the action, taking the bottle back and before the pilot could say anything, pouring a fair amount onto the wound. Cid hissed, trying to pull back, but Vincent pushed his free hand…claw to the same shoulder, holding his still.

”Suck it up.”

”Fuck you!”

”I am taking it out”

”Oh? And with what?! Yer fuckin’ claw?!”

”Yes.” And before Cid could protest, Vincent smoothly put the tip of a gold finger into the hole.

”Fuckin’ hell!”

Vincent winced at the volume of the pilots voice, having it been straight in his ear. Quick, the finger grabbed onto the shell, which had surprising not shattered on impact. Pulling, Vincent poured more whiskey, causing Cid to once again wince and hiss.

”Goddamned Vince! That fucking hurts!”

”Yes, I know. I have done this many times.”

”Good for fucking you.”

Dropping the bullet, Vincent leaned forward, looking for anything off.

Cid blushed a little. All Cid could smell was whiskey and Vincent’s cologne, which smelled intoxicating. The tall man was press quite close, so close that he could feel his body heat. That and it didn’t help that he was shirtless. What the fuck?

A sudden vision of a shirtless Vincent flashed in his mind. Sprawl out across the bed, hair tossed about, pale arms being held as Cid nipped and sucked at his pale neck, bodies pushed together as Vincent’s legs slid along his side, pulling him closer. A soft moan slipped from pale lips, followed by a hoarse whisper.

”Cid…” the pale man said, breathless. Cid licked the sensitive skin behind Vincent ear, sucking gently, earning another call of his name….

”Cid!”

Blue eyes widened. Looking up, Cid was caught in Vincent’ red glaze.

He froze.

Vincent was slightly confused, one minute Cid was complaining and then the next he was silent. It had taken several tries for him to snap Cid out of his daze and when he did, he just stared at him.

”Cid? Are you well?” His hand rested on the captains shoulder, shaking slightly. Cid seemed to finally snap out of it, his face lighting up and blinking several times.

”Uh…” Cid just stood there. Taking a deep breath, Cid did something he never that he’d ever do. Why he was going to do this was beyond him, it seemed so wrong but there was something about the pale man that made him, dare he say, beautiful in his owns femininely masculine look.

Cid’s hand grabbed the red fabric of Vincent’s cloak, pulling the man forwards before he could protest. Crimson eyes widened in shock at the force of the pull and widened even more as he suddenly felt a warm pair of lips on his chilled ones.

Vincent froze as he started into the pilots blue eyes, silently asking ‘Why?’. Cid shrugged and pressed his lips harder against the darker man, hoping for some sort of a response. Eventually, he started to get one.

Vincent had many thoughts floating across his mind as he found himself relaxing against the awkward and random kiss. This was a first for him. He had never kissed another guy before, so he was a bit apprehensive about the feelings it gave him. He found his lips moving softly against Cid’s, his head tilting to get closer...

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Sorry to cut it short but i wanted to get this out.

Your choice on thenext chapter people

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If i get enough of one i'll do it. Or I can do all three, you tell me. Sooner the better