Sanae blinked after him, suddenly confused at his generosity. "I...uh...thanks," she said, turning away and striding toward his room. That bed was nice. She'd be able to get some sleep with it. "If you need me to, I can get back out!" she called over her shoulder.

Vincent closed the door and headed outside of the apartment building. He turned to his office instead of the downtown action.

Angel tossed in her sleep, mumbling things about her past. She kept seeing her mother leaving, then how she finally snapped and attacked her dad. She began crying as she screamed herself awake, Angel curled up into a ball continuing her mumbling, ".... so much blood... why.... why so much blood...."

(Beacause it's good for you, now finish drinking you blood and you can go play....)

(( Xb ))

(XD) Sanae's eyes fluttered open as noise permeated from Angel's room. The surgeon finally swung her feet over the bed, standing up fluently. The red eyed woman then exited, heading down the hall toward the simpering teenager's room, eyes almost emotionless as she opened the door without any warning.

Angel jumped when Sanae entered, her eyes were filled with tears. She wiped some of them away her voice cracked as she spoke up, "S-sorry... Did I wake you?"

"Yeah, jut slightly," Sanae said, staring at the girl fixedly. "So...what's wrong?" She wasn't used to this. She was used to give the bad news about patients and relieving people when they're loved one would be alright, not therapy. She had always hated her therapist. Sly little pedophile he was.

Angel looked at her for a bit before she shook her head, "I'm sorry for waking you Sanae..... nothing's wrong just memories I wish could have disappeared with my oldself..."

(Are you talking about me?! I'm not a pedophile!)

(( heheheheheheheh Vincent's a pedophile..... hehehehehehe))

(Lol, no. Vincent wasn't her therapist. It was some guy name Tyler...)

Sanae smiled halfheartedly, looking away from the teen. "We all have memories like that. Unfortunately, mine occured in the near past, making thos nightmares unbearable," she whispered, voice barely loud enough to be coherent.

Angel nodded, "Yeah, same here.... I think." She returned the halfhearted smile with her own, "I'm sorry for waking you Sanae, really I am."

Sanae turned and blinked at Angel, eyeing the girl lightly. "It's Ok," she whispered before standing, turning, and walking away, heading into the hall.

Angel was very quiet for a bit before she layed back down. She was to scared to fall back to sleep, so Angel just staired at the ceiling for a long while until her system finaly shut down.

((Geesh, I made her sound like a robot on that last part.))

(Beep! Boop! Beep! Booooooooo....*shuts down*)

Sanae sat in a chair at the kitchen table, staring at the bottle of cheap beer she had bought earlier that day. It disgusted her, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't help but indulge in the thing that practically drove her insane; desire. Desire for that damned alchohal, for the damn pleasure of seeing the f*cker, who had killed all those people, dead. But now he was. She no longer had that desire. Only the alchohol.

(I Am Not! A PEDOPHILE!!!! And WHAT O.o)
Vincent walked outside and ran his hand across his forehead. This Town was soooooo boring, he was getting behind on his "reseach" quota. All the teenagers in this town seemed to just be holding their emotions in. Or mabye there weren't any preps at the school...not likely

((>-< I don't lnow what to say))

James brushed past people in a slight haste, not even noticing when he shouldered Vincent. His face was red and was beginning to become purple. A bit of blood slid from his mouth. He had gone home, only to be beaten by his father, who had been pissed he ahd run off earlier that night. Now he wouldn't be able to go home for a few days.

Vincent turned, his eyebrow rose,. He looked down at his shirt, there was blood on it. He turned, he recognized the head from when he had cut it open. He tuned and began to walk after James.

james turned down an alley, sopping only to catch his balance against a wall. He blinked, staring athe ground in slight confusion. He must've had a cocnussion. it was the only explanation for his sudden disorientation. He slumped against teh wall, changing it from crutch to chair. And, for the next few days, it might just be his bed.

Vincent currently feels like a stalker...

James curled up, closing his eyes, trying to sleep. The sound of shuffling near the mouth of the alley roused him, causing him to jerk and look towards Vincent, eyes widening. In the dark, the therapist looked a lot like his father.

((bum bum bummmmmm))

(Indeed.)