The One In Purple (Vincent x Reader)

Chapter 4~ Plans Underway

The rain did not last much longer. Infact, by the time you got home it had come to a cease. You pulled up into your driveway, turned off the car and got out. You could smell the dampened earth and the cold wind was blowing. You definitely did not take your time getting into your house. You took off your thin jacket and put it on the hook next to the door. Then you pulled the letter that Vincent gave to you from the pocket. You set it on the table and went to your room for the night. You slid off those somewhat wet clothing and got into your warm pajamas.
   Sliding into bed, you reached for your remote and turned on your TV. You flip through the channels not seeing anything that appealed to you.
"I should keep an eye on the news", you thought to yourself turning it on.
You were hoping that there would be more evidence furthering the identity of your attacker but you only found news that really did not pertain to you. You just lay back and look at the ceiling. You began to consider Vincent's question.

"Y/n, you are such a nice, and not to mention beautiful, woman. Why would someone want to hurt you out of the blue?"

   You had no idea. You really did not know many people. The only people you well is your family, which you do not live close too anymore, and few close friends. Perhaps the man had no reason what so ever. As you kept wondering about this all, you began to drift off into sleep.

The next morning, you sleepily made it out of your bed. You had awaken from a good dream but then reality set back in as you laid there. You rubbed your eyes as you went into the bathroom and cleaned yourself up a bit. As you finished up you felt your stomach growl.
"Time for breakfast", you said looking at the clock. It was 9:14 in the morning.
You made your way to the kitchen and got out some leftover pancakes and heated them up. When you sat down you noticed the piece of paper that Vincent gave you. You need to call him and see if he still wants to see you. You got your phone from your jacket and dialed the number. After a few seconds of ringing, there was an answer.
"Hello?",he had a morning voice. He must have just woke up. You found his voice attractive.
"Vincent, it's me, Y/n. I was wondering if you were still wanting to meet up today."
"Ah! What a surprise", he said chuckling, "yes today I am free so we should come over and have a coffee."
His voice is very alluring, very masculine. This made you blush a bit.
"Sounds like a plan", you chirped.
"Alright. Come around 10:30."
You two didn't talk for long but you'll definitely do more talking when you see him. As you two finished up the call, you hurried and began to get ready. You laid out a nice outfit and took a quick shower. By the time you got done sprucing up yourself it was 10:10a.m.
You didn't have much time to spare so you grab your keys and the address he gave you and you were on your way. He lived down a road you knew so it didn't take long.
As you drove down the road, you kept an eye out for his house number.
Then before you knew it, you saw not only his house but him himself sitting on his porch. He had a nice two story house you thought to yourself. You pulled in and got out.
"You made it, I see", he said smiling, "come right in, miss Y/n, find a seat anywhere."
"Thank you, Vincent", you said walking up onto the porch. You took a second to look around at his house when you stepped through the door. He had hard wood flooring, decent furniture, and a nice fire place. You also noticed above the fire place a dusty picture of Vincent, a woman, and a small child. This made you wonder.
Vincent came back into the room and sat next to you. He was wearing a white button up shirt with a nice pair of jeans. His dark hair was well groomed.
"Y/n, I've been thinking a lot about what happened", he said facing you,"I never got to tell you what I saw."
"What did you see?"
"Alright I'll start after we briefly talked that night. Well after I bided my goodbyes to you I went back inside the pizzeria. I watched you walk away on the sidewalk. Right before I turned away to continue my work I noticed a man on the opposite side of the street going the same way you were. He was very peculiar, I thought. I've seen him numerous nights just walking the streets."
"Does anyone know who he is?", you asked.
"No one has reported any information about him. It's like he's not real but I'm not finished yet. As I was watching him he suddenly crossed the road and started approaching you. It was like he was waiting for you to get out of the light. Then that's when I heard the gunshot. I rushed outside and saw him running further down the street but I didn't chase him. I knew I had to go to you", he said resting his chin on his hand in thought.
"I didn't remember seeing you though", you said confused.
"You've already fainted by the time I made it to you. I thought you were dead. I felt so angry at myself. I felt as if I could have done something to prevent it", he pauses for a second then finishes his story,"I called the ambulance."
When you look at him he appeared to be a bit sadden but when he looked at you he smiled a bit.
"I was scared for you... I really was", he blushed a bit.
You were unsure what to say to him. You sat there looking at him. You couldn't get over how gorgeous he was.
He then looked back at you and it was almost like he was thinking the same thing about you but the stare was interrupted when you heard a beeping noise in the kitchen. Vincent snapped out of it.
"Ah! The coffee is ready", he said getting up, "I'll be right back, y/n."
You watched him disappear into the other room. You slowly got up and went to go look at the pictures above the fireplace. You mainly focused on one though. In the picture was Vincent and a woman. They looked so happy with each other. Even the small boy Vincent was holding looked happy. There was no one else in the house though beside you and him.
"Oh, I see you've noticed my old pictures", a voice from behind you said.
You quickly turned around and saw Vincent leaning in the doorway holding two coffee mugs. He looked kind of worried.
"I forgot I had that up there", he said looking down.
"Is this your wife?"
"That used to be my wife a kid."
Used to be? You didn't quite understand and Vincent could tell.
"Do you have time for another story?", he asked sitting down.

-TO BE CONTINUED-