A/N: So, I'm a bit rusty on fanfiction. How long's it been, guys? Two, three months? Too long. I suck, I know. I'm sorry.
To make up for it, I have a brand new creepy-ass fic for you!
Quick summary...
Horrible desires flit through his dreams at night and linger in his mind during the day. She has nightmares about these things. Rape. Violence. Murder. It scares her. He scares her. Chaos is back, and demanding things no one would have dreamed of. Marry her in six months or watch him break her far beyond what can be repaired. V/Y Horrorcentric.
It's not much, but I do hope you enjoy it. It's just a working title, so if anyone has any cooler ideas based on my craptastic summary, I'd love to hear them! And oh. If you guys have any advice on how to make the horror more, you know, horror-esque, please review!
She woke with a muddled head and raw, shackled wrists. A shadowy figure loomed above her, gleaming eyes flashing a deep, bruised purple in the hazy light of the moon. His laugh echoed off the walls of her skull as she struggled against her chains, screaming for help that both of them knew wouldn't come.
"Time to wake up, princess," He whispered in her ear, forked tongue fanning warm breath against her cold, clammy skin. "It's time to wake up, now."
And then she woke up for real, breathing hard and clutching at her heart like it'd burst through her ribcage if she let go. Her eyes scanned her surroundings with an anxious sort of speed, mind throwing out questions at a mile a minute. What the hell was that? What's wrong with me? Where am I? And why the fuck do I hurt all over?
She visibily relaxed a bit when she realized she was in fact in her room. A bit banged up and kind of sore, but nothing a bit of Potions and rest couldn't heal. She curled up deeper into the comforter and rolled over onto her side, figuring a few more hours of sleep wouldn't hurt anyone. They'd be none the wiser if she slept for the rest of the day...
But the shadowy figure occupying the window seat across from her had other thoughts.
He had the same towering build of the shadow that'd hung over her in her dream. But that didn't mean anything, right? Right. Dreams didn't mean a damned thing, not when most of her dreams consisted of her ice cream cartons growing arms and legs and walking out of her freezer.
"Yuffie," The shadow gathered his cloak around him and rose to his feet. "Can you hear me?"
"Of course I can hear you, idiot," She grabbed a throwing star from underneath her pillow and lobbed it at his head, lip curling up in disgust when he sidestepped it easily.
"It's only been a couple of days, not thirty years."
The thirty-years thing was supposed to sting, but she mused that nothing could sting Vincent Valentine, not even her. He moved to the side of her bed without saying anything more, returning to that everpresent I-am-emotionless expression of his.
"Yuffie, it has been three weeks since I have seen you this responsive."
Her mouth dropped open. "Three weeks? Did you just say three weeks? That's...that's almost like a month, right?"
He nodded, as solemn as ever. "Do you remember anything that happened before you went unconscious?"
"Well, I was supposed to go on a date with the redhead who sleeps here sometimes. Oh! And I think Tifa socked me in the mouth a couple times because I kind-of sort-of maybe brought up Cloud's cross-dressing incident."
"Cross-dressing?" Vincent raised a dark eyebrow in disbelief.
"Uhm, Vinnie? Have you seen the guy? He's the prettiest guy I know, excluding you in that suit at Cid and Shera's wedding…" Vincent almost looked bemused, if it was possible to look bemused from behind a clock that covered of his face.
"Anyway! What've you been up to lately? Meet any cute scientists while I was out? Move into another creeptastic mansion? Check out a gothic fashion store for the latest fall cloak colors?"
"Yuffie."
She wondered when exactly he had started leaning down towards her face, because now the same scrap of red, velvety fabric he insisted on wearing over his mouth was only inches from her lips. And damn it all to hell, her heat betrayed her and beat ten times as hard as it had when she'd jolted awake.
"I think maroon would look pretty good on you, don't you think?"
He rested his good hand, the one with flesh and bone and sinew, on the sheet over her shoulder. The other hand, the one with reinforced titanium and screws and something that spelled danger, was shaking at his side. "Yuffie..."
"Vincent?" She shot up underneath the covers but his hand slammed into her shoulder, freezing her. He was cold and hard and he hurt. His nails were digging into her skin and his voice shook a bit when he said,
"Go get the others. Tuesti. The Tsviet girl." His voice shook a bit when he was visibly disturbed, but Vincent wasn't the type of guy to crush your windpipe. His grip on her shoulder was starting to really scare her, and it seemed like his hand was sliding across her bare skin to cover her neck.
Shit.
She looked up into his face, searching for something, anything that said it was all an act. A show.
But Vincent Valentine didn't do shows, nor was he a very gifted actor. And she couldn't think of any jokes about it that were mildly funny.
"Vinnie...?"
He stayed silent, ruby-red eyes hard and far-away.
The way the sunlight hit his face made her remember...
He'd been the one cornering her against the window. He'd been the one with her blood on his cheek and his hands in her hair. And he'd been the one about to bodily tear her entire being into ribbons.
She'd had bad dreams about Vincent and his crazy demons before, sure. Loads of times. Like the time she'd dreamt that Hellmasker reduced her perfectly browned toast to ashes (she'd cried). Or the time Death Gigas stole all her clothes while she was in a dressing room at the mall. Even the infamous kiss with Chaos that was anything but chaste.
Yeah, she'd had plenty of dreams about harmless things like that, even blushed about some of the more...detailed dreams she'd had about him, but this one was different. This one was bad. This one left her with a bad taste in her mouth. It felt weird. Wrong
"I'm – I'm gonna go get Cloud, okay? I'll…I'll have him call Reeve!" She started crawling away from him on all fours, never taking her eyes away from his as she scrambled off the bed so fast she fell flat on her behind as she went. She darted right back up again, knees shaking, as she dashed out the door and out of sight.
"Go hide out in Lulu's cave, okay? I'll find you!" Her voice drifted from the stairwell as his good hand closed around the empty air where her throat should've been.
A demon's whisper floated through the folds of his mind as soon as the air quieted, and he fought it just as hard as he fought for everything else in his life. But just like everything else, he couldn't win, and an ancient, rasping voice filled the room the moment she left it.
Take Yuffie Kisaragi as your wife...
He grappled with the demon for mental control, but he could feel his vision tunnel into slits, could feel the hollow space where the Protomateria should've been ache, and he knew.
...or I will take her my way.
He knew.
Chaos was back.
"Guys! Guys!" She took the stairs two at a time, nearly tripping over the sheets that she'd never disentangled herself from.
"Yuffie, for the last time. It's August. Halloween isn't for another two months, can you please stop cutting up the sheets so you can be a ghost?"
"Cloud, I'm not cutting up the sheets, what the hell are you-" Her gaze flitted to the linens around her, about to accuse him of being batshit-crazy since Meteor. Batshit crazy or not, the guy was right – the sheets had been torn into claw-sized shreds that exposed every inch of skin she'd been trying to hide.
"Shit!" She squeaked and fumbled around with the sheets until she was decent again and then said, "Get Reeve on the phone" in a voice that didn't allow any argument.
Tifa's pretty face became a sickly shade of white that rivaled watery milk, but she covered it quickly, arching an eyebrow and asking, gentle as always, "Yu, are you sure you wanna get back to the WRO so soon? I mean, you were out so long we thought you were – we thought that you could've-"
Cloud punched his wife on the arm and Tifa yelped in surprise. "Been in a coma, I mean! We didn't think that you were really, you know, g-"
Yuffie arched a slender eyebrow and shook her head, hard. "I'll figure out what's up with you two later, there's no point in trying to hide it. But I'm not gonna call about the WRO, Tif. I wanna call our resident science-guy because there's something up with Vincent."
"Worse than mad scientists and creepy laboratories in the basement?"
"Oh yeah, Cloudy boy. Way worse. Like dark purple eyes the color of crushed, rotten grapes and huge, leathery wings that belong on a dragon."
"Shit."
The sound of metal echoing off of hardwood reverberated in the empty bar and three heads spot up to the source.
Vincent Valentine darted past them and out the door without a word, good hand shaking as his claw gleamed gold and terrible in the light of the sun.
"What brought this on?" Tifa didn't dare lift her voice above a whisper, even when they knew he'd been gone for a good ten minutes.
"I…I don't know. I had a freaky dream about a monster in my bedroom and then I woke up and he started leaning over me like he was going to eat me or something."
"Well, that settles it, then. Tifa, get Reeve on the phone."
"Cloud, are you seriou-"
His eyes glimmered a shocking electric blue in the shadows of a flickering lightbulb and both women knew he wasn't kidding.
Tifa swept a dark lock of hair back behind Yuffie's ear. "Cloud, it's nothing. It was only a dream."
"Does this look like it was just a dream?" Cloud jabbed a finger at the sheets that were still draped haphazardly around Yuffie, claw-marks and all marring their surface.
"No, but-"
"But he could've seriously hurt her, Tifa! He could've...he could've raped her!" It was out of his mouth and into the air before he could take it back. The stormy look on Yuffie's face said it'd hit home. It'd hit home hard.
"But he didn't, Cloud! He'd never think of touching anyone that way!" Tifa thundered back, throwing her hands up in exasperation. The blond shut his eyes tight and held his face with one hand, then stalked off to the garage murmuring for Aeris to give him strength.
Tifa turned back to Yuffie. "Ignore him. It doesn't mean anything, sweetie. Dreams are just dreams. Nothing more. You want some ice cream?"
"Sure," Yuffie said distantly as Tifa went to the backroom to get the carton out of the fridge. She bunched the sheets up a little tighter around her, feeling tiny and helpless and cold.
"Dreams are just dreams," she said softly, fingering her mother's jade necklace for strength.
Okay.
She told herself that even as a hard tug of dread threatened to pull her under waves that'd leave her powerless to scream.
A/N: Never done something like this before. For all of you who reviewed, I'm sorry to say I've changed this chapter since then. I just...I don't know. I didn't like the idea of writing a rape scene, no matter how vague it is. So I rewrote the whole thing, and hopefully, it shows. See you guys next chapter? :)
(this looked so much longer on my phone...*sadface* I guess seven pages isn't all that much these days, is it?)