Day Three

The Alcoholic

The next day, she got out of bed earlier then she would any other day in her life and she got ready to go looking for Vaas. She left the warehouse and it was almost completely empty, aside from a few pirates here and there. She went to the mess hall. Bingo. Vaas was sitting at a table alone, six or seven empty bottles of beer sitting beside him. He was hunched over, distraught and distant. She cautiously took a seat across from him, he looked up and pointed at her. His eyes were dark, seasoned with purple and black ripples on their edges.

"You."

"G-Good morning." She stuttered out, Vaas rolled his eyes and took another swig of the bottle in his hand. His hands were covered in red, the blood of another man, crusty and dried up. She didn't mention this, instead she decided to ignore it.

"Always good morning, well... Today isn't a good morning." His words were slurring, she crossed her arms and leaned forward.

"Then what is it?" He stood up, slamming his hand down on the table. She flinched away from her position and leaned further back.

"It's a fucking Today!" He shouted, those few pirates in the mess hall building, acting as if nothing ha happened end. He chugged down the rest of the beer and tossed it at the ground, the pieces shattering in brown all over the floor. He sat back down in his seat, arms flat against the table, head ducked low. "Ahhhh Fuck. You want to know what's wrong with the world?"

"W-What?" She replied in a low trembling voice.

"It's you." His eyelids dropped, but he blinked them open again and pointed at her. "Your perfect fucking lips and shit." He leaned in real close and she could smell the alcohol on his tongue. "I hate you." He whispered, then he fell backwards, almost off of the bench. "You are what is wrong with the world."

"If it means anything..." She managed a tiny smile. "I liked the kiss."

"Fuck you." He whispered. "You are just saying that to save your ass. No one fucking likes me." He stood up and gestured to the rest of the hall. "Look at me. I am a murderer."

"You don't have to be." She mumbled, he sighed and licked his lips.

"I am gonna go and take a shit, then I am gonna fucking sleep in my room. Alone. I don't want anything from you. I want you to leave me be." She nodded her head and he left her at the table, confused, upset, depressed.

The Evidence

Vaas did exactly as he said he would and she did as he told her to. She didn't talk to him once, she didn't even look at him when he went walking through the compound. He was much more stricter when he came back from his nap, most of the men tried to evade him so she did the same. She wasn't expecting him to go looking for her, so she hid from him because she was worried he was angry with her. She didn't want to go back to her grand mother's. She actually liked being here, especially with Vaas. She had so much freedom because of him and her biggest fear was losing it all.

It wasn't long before Vaas had found her, she had to eat at some point and he knew how she was when it came to food. He waited in the mess hall for her to show up and when she did she tried to run away. He ran after her and eventually caught her and in a not so peaceful way. He had tackled her to the ground on the beach, where she had previously been hiding.

He shoved her face into the sand and straddled her waist, holding her down.

"Why the fuck are you ignoring me? Huh?" He growled in her ear, she closed her eyes and tossed her head from side to side. "Hey." She didn't stop and it was annoying him. "HEY!" She paused in her struggle, hazel eyes meeting his own. "Why are you hiding from me?" She let out a deep breath and rose her hands up to cover her face.

"I don't want to go back. I like it here." He stared at her for a while and then suddenly the stricter air that she had been sensing was blown away.

"I am not sending you back." Vaas laughed, he stood up off of her and kicked at the sand, removing his attention from her to the waves on the beach.

"You aren't?"

"Why would I fucking do that? I promised your grandma babies, I never promised I would let you go back." Then her eyes widened, she sat up from the sand and brushed some of it off. Stepping forward to stand beside him, she too marveled at the waves.

"I don't want kids."

"Not yet." He pointed at her and shrugged. "But it seems like an experience I need to face if I am going to leave my true mark on the world." He placed his hands on his hips and took a deep breath. "Train him to be a fucking killer, or them. It depends on how I feel about the subject and right now, I don't know."

"So now that that is fixed, do you want to go have lunch?" She was hesitant, he hadn't been the most trustworthy man since she met him...

"Earlier you wanted me to leave you alone." ...but he hadn't been the worst.

"Not anymore." He then turned to start walking back to the compound and she followed without question. Still confused, but happy, Vaas wasn't sending her back. Now she had proof that her suspicions were correct: Vaas was a very possessive man.

The Party Person

Vaas was bored and whenever he was bored, he had three different things he could do that made him less bored: One, he could have a party, Two, he could have sex, Three, he could kill. The only three things in the world that made him less bored. Along with drugs, but he didn't count that because it was a given.

He had the whores come in from Bad town, he made sure the music was playing and he more importantly made sure that the beer and drugs were going around to everyone. He was a generous man when the times needed him to be, but then again when it came to his men generosity was given in some circumstances, more often than none. Not only did his men respect him, but they worshipped him and Vaas wanted that. He wanted to be a king, he was a king.

The party had started, it was dark out. Vaas laid a little bit off of the beer after what had happened that morning. He instead took to drinking water, but saved the beer for a later moment in the night. That later moment came in the form a beautiful goddess named Maria. She was just standing there in the corner, not really sure what to do. Vaas took this as an opportunity; he grabbed two beers, one in each hand and began to approach; a slick grin on his lips, his posture pride filled, intimidating and charming.

His swagger was interrupted by one of his men, who had taken a place beside Maria, starting a conversation with her. He stopped and glared at the sight of them. She was giggling and smiling, Vaas was about to drop one beer and go find a whore to take Maria's place. The pirate reached his arm around her neck and Vaas swore under his breath, his grip tightening on the bottles of beer. He watched from a distance as Maria placed her hand on the pirate's chest, leaning in real close. Vaas closed his eyes and looked down at the ground, he dropped the other bottle of beer in his hand and turned to go busy himself with someone else.

"Fuck!" He paused and looked over his shoulder, Maria was absent, the pirate hunched over holding his crotch. He smiled to himself, finding his eyes scavenging the compound in search of Maria. He found her walking away from the scene towards his warehouse. He caught up with her and convinced her to come sit with him on the couch. She told him what happened and they talked for a little bit, but it wasn't until Vaas wrapped his arm around Maria himself that he felt like the sexiest man in the world.

"Not going to punch me?" He asked aloud, she chuckled and to his surprise swung her legs over his lap and rested them there.

"What would be the fun in that? I like you." She placed her head on his chest and hugged him. Needless to say Vaas was satisfied, especially when he placed his hand on the left cheek of her ass and she did nothing. If anything she jutted her ass out further for him to hold, Vaas was more than satisfied after that.

She stayed there on his lap, head against his chest and hand fumbling with the green gem of his necklace. The looks that his men gave him as they walked by were the ones a father would give their son after he landed a hot chick for a date. Vaas was very, very satisfied.

Until she stood up and went to leave, he snatched her wrist and pulled her back onto his lap.

"Where are you going?"

"I am hungry, I was going to go have myself a nightwich."

"A what?"

"A sandwich you have at night..." She hovered forward towards his ear and nibbled on the edge of it, he gulped. "But I top mine with specific ingredients. Want to come?" He pondered his decisions for a moment, then he nodded his head.

"As long as you share a bottle of wine with me." He placed his hand on the top of her head and ruffled her soft pillow like hair.

"Mm... Tempting." She leaned in real close and he wasn't going to let her escape him this time. So he closed the distance first, his hand slid from the top of her head to behind it and pulled her closer. She gripped the straps of his tank top, but not lightly and tugged him towards her.

"Yes..." She whispered against his lips as she pulled away. "Please. Don't let me go alone." Vaas smirked as she stood up, not once breaking eye contact, and pulled him up to stand guiding him towards the mess hall warehouse.