My Dirty Little Secret

Secret Seventy-One: You've Gone Too Far

"I have a present for you," he said. Vincent turned to look at where the voice had come from, of course it was Chlaus. The guy loved to appear and torment Vincent at times. Vincent hated it, but what was he to do? He was between a rock and a hard place, the worst situation to be in. Chlaus needed to learn when to stop but the guy just loved doing as he pleased.

"Your wife might get jealous if you spend any more time with me," Vincent said, his voice light and teasing, but really all he wanted was to be left alone. They hadn't made any progress with the cure, despite the samples they had managed to get. Chlaus was getting more and more impatient, he didn't understand that you can't rush science. If he wanted something like this to be done quicker, why not hire a chemist or something? Vincent didn't have the same skill set as the person who originally designed the drug. What was the point in having a cure if Chlaus just wanted to infect more people regardless? Would he somehow feel better knowing he himself couldn't be harmed? Vincent didn't understand, nor did he really wish to, he just wanted to be left alone. He just wanted Ciel to be safe. Was it that hard to ask?

"My wife is a busy woman," Chlaus laughed, "but you should know that," he smiled. Vincent smiled back, resisting the urge to slam Chlaus's face into the wall. The blonde pony-tailed man gestured for Vincent to follow him, leading him into another room. 

Vincent entered the room after Chlaus, almost bumping into him as Chlaus stopped walking. Vincent wondered why he was there in the first place, was this something to do with the 'present' Chlaus was talking about?

A bloodcurdling scream filled the room, Vincent flinched and covered his ears. It wasn't human, it wasn't even an animal. His mind remembered this noise, he had heard it just a few nights before, as he planned for Isabel and Farlan to enter that room, where the Titans were kept.

"I brought you one of your very own, newly created, just for you," Chlaus pointed to a table, in the corner of the room, behind prison bars. On top of it laid a male, his silvery-hair a tangled mess, his limbs tied tightly to the table. He squirmed and cried, trying to release himself from the straps that bound him. His shirt was removed, showing off the old scars he'd always had, foam bubbled from his mouth . The male coughed and choked, continuing to try and free himself all the while.

Vincent stood there, quietly at first, blinking wildly, no, no, it couldn't be, no, it had to be someone else. Someone else...a doppelganger, anything, it didn't have to be him.

"Where is the key?" Vincent said.

"They key to what?"

"The key to his cell," Vincent stated. He needed to get in there, to make sure it wasn't the same person. He needed closure, he needed the assurance. 

"I gave it to Hanji, you're not allowed in there, you'll get infected yourself," Chlaus said. His logic was sound, yes, Vincent would certainly prefer infection over doing his biding. Vincent walked over to the bars, the male on the table was so far away, he wouldn't be able to force his hand in and touch him, comfort him in some way. Vincent grabbed onto the bars with his hands, clenching his fingers around them, trying so very hard to remain calm. He looked down at the ground, hair covering his eyes, trying not to say anything, trying not to do anything, trying not to become the person he always knew he was. He thought of Ciel, of the person Ciel had envisioned him to be, Vincent so desperately wanted to be that saint, was it possible?

"The Undertaker," Chlaus spoke, Vincent flinched at the words. The man had just said them, on purpose, to ruin his hope. Chlaus loved that, seeing people's denial destroyed, he gathered  satisfaction from it each time, "weren't you satisfied stealing Rachel's ex? Did you really need another fag in your life?"

Chlaus smile widened as he witnessed the reaction given to him by Vincent. He knew, without Vincent saying a word, how much that had angered him. He was playing a dangerous game but it was too enjoyable for him to cease. Chlaus was confident that Vincent wouldn't do anything to him, no matter what he said, because he had Ciel for insurance.

That confidence was ill placed, for he had brought a dead man into this, that was something Vincent could not forgive.

Vincent turned on his heel towards Chlaus and took a couple steps forward, calmly, quietly, so that Chlaus would feel none of his bloodlust. When Vincent was close enough for Chlaus's escape to be a miracle, he punched the man so hard he was thrust into the wall. With the breath knocked out of him, Chlaus fell to the ground, holding his stomach. He coughed, half certain to cough up an organ of some sort. Vincent didn't allow him to get comfortable and situated, he didn't allow for the man to prepare for his next attack, instead Vincent grabbed his chin with his hand and forced him to look up at him. Chlaus stared, fearing his life, at the face Vincent showed him. All light removed from his eyes, a soulless shell was he, an anger filled demon in sheep's skin.

"Don't kill me," Chlaus pleaded, for his life, like so many other humans before him had. 

"Kill you?" Vincent laughed, "oh no, I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to destroy you, you've brought this upon yourself, you know? You said you wanted 'Phantom' back. So here I am, pleasure to meet you," he grinned, looking down into the eyes of this man. His soul left him, only the darkness remained. Chlaus tried to speak, to plead for his life some more, but it was no use. There wasn't anything he could say or do, he was the one that had endangered the lives of the people Vincent loved. He was the one that summoned this monster.

"HaHAhAHaHAhAHaHAhAHaHAhA," Vincent laughed, laughed so long and freely. Chlaus flinched with each noise that escaped Vincent's mouth, with each look he was given. Vincent released his grasp on Chlaus's chin, "Leave," he said, "leave now," he said again pointing to the door. Chlaus stood up, almost falling from his leg's refusal to listen to him.

"I SAID LEAVE DAMMIT!" Vincent yelled punching the wall, leaving a crack in it. Chlaus didn't need to be told another time, he rushed out, to the best of his ability, fleeing for his home. Did Vincent not mean what he said? About destroying him? 

No.

Chlaus knew that wasn't the case.

Vincent was just going to take time, to plan out his demise. Chlaus could only lie in wait for it, for his doom, he only hoped Rachel wouldn't be brought into it.