"Don't worry, I'm one of the good guys."

James blinked up at her, eyes sad. "Nobody in this world is good. That's why it's so dark," he murmered, looking away from Paris.

Simon walked through the door of his first period class. his pale skin dripping with the blood from his lip and his dark aura was rather frightening.

"Then you obviously have never met me before," she said "I am truly good."

James shook his head, turning his head to stare at the office door.

Angel had watched the whole thing in pure fright, she walked out of the office slowly then looked around. She noticed the boy on the floor the walked over to him ignoring the blonde in front of him. "Here." is all she said will placing Vincent's buisness card on his knee careful not to touch him. She truned and ran of to class, not looking back.

Vincent sneezed. The pencil he had been balancing on his nose fell off. He rubbed the bottom of his nose and sighed. He looked to the side. The moveing men were struggleing to carry a large cushined (Special order, hard oak and velvet) phyciatrist bench into the room. It was dull watching them struggle. he put his feet on thedesk and began to balance the pencil again.

Simon sat down. Still not wipeing the blood from his lip. The girl next to him recoiled in frighed. She happened to be a vampire phobic and was already planning to make a dash to an empty desk.

James blinked as Angel ran, lowering his eyes to the card. He picked it up, blinking as he read the words, wondering why she would send him to a pshyciatrist....oh wait....that's why. He sighed and, nodding to Paris, he stood and began to walk toward the front door of the school. He would be absent again.

Simon turned to her and leaned in closely. He whispered into her ear. "Don't stay if you don't want to. But I would have fun seducing you into immortality." He was jokeing but she turned pale and stood up stiffly to walk to the desk across the room.

James stood infront of the apartment building, blinking as he reread the address on the card. He lifted his head, eyeing the building a bit fearfully. Hopefully this 'Vincent' guy wouldn't be a terrible man, like his own father.

Vincent had payed the workers and sent them away with a generous tip. Which they excepted gratefully. He was now snoring gently in his chair. He had his foot on the desk and was rocking back slowly on the back legs of his chair. His sunglasses slipped a bit, showing his long eyelashes. His snore was a quite buzz and his hat had fallen on the ground, his black hair looked like and ebony waterfall flowing dow the back of his gray cushioned chair.

James stopped at the door number specified on the card, blinking fearfully. He looked back the way he came, having passed two moving men earlier. He took in a deep breath before lifting his hand and, shakily, knocking on the door.

There was a loud bang as vicent woke with a start. His legs flailed and he flew from the chair, onto the floor and sailed into thewall. He picked up his hat and straightened his sunglasses. The picked up his chair and walked to the glass door. He opened the glass door, the bells jingled as he did. "May I help you?" He asked pleasantly. His voice dripping with honey as usual.

James jumped, yelping in fear and surprise. He backed up, shaking violently. "U-um....some....g-girl gave...m....me this...." he said, holding up the card shakily.

Vincent smiled, his eyes glinted behind his glasses, he knew she was a good girl. "Oh, so you've met angel. Please, come right on in. Have a seat in the office."

James hesitated before walking fearfully inside, hesitantly sitting in a cushioned, black velvet arm chair. He watched Vincent fearfully, shaking violently.

Vincent calmed down, his tone became more soothing. "So, would you like to tell me about yourself?" He opened his eyes warmly. Even though he could be a bad guy, he liked to let people beacome comfortable. He didn't like people that tried to force people into comfort.

James blinked and cowered into the cahir fearfully. "I...I have...t-these....'episode'," he murmered, turning his face away ashamedly. "I...hurt people.....w-when I...have one..."

Vincent nodded. "If you don't want to talk about them you dont have to. But do you think there is a cause?" He asked, with real curiasity and consern.

James twitched, blinking as memories of abuse and fear and pain flashed into his head. "I....D-dad....he.....he hurt me! THEY hurt me!" he yelled, his hands shooting up and now grabbing the sides of his head, fingers digging into his scalp.

Vincent reached out and held him softly, so as not to alarm him. He gently put his hands between his and lifted them firmly from his scalp. He looked him in his eyes. "They shouldn't have hurt you, but that is no reason to hurt yourself." He looked at him, his sunglasses reflecting Jame's face. "Would you like to do something else? What do you like to do for fun?"

James blinked, confused and still shaking. "F-fun...?.....fun...." he murmered, looking down at the ground, his body trembling. "I....I....I don't KNOW!" he yelled, voice angry now. He lifted his fist and, despite of his thin form, managed to push Vincent away and into the nearby desk.

Vincent watched, he knew that If he tried to constrict him, he might hurt him, but if not then he might he might hurt himself (And the new furniture.) Vincent thought. being medicated sucked so he wouldnt dart him, he set down the tranquilizer gun which he had picked up instictively (After haveing to get Angel into bed, it was second nature) He pondered what to do, he picked up a book about what to do.

James growled, standing up and turning to look at an old, decorative seat. Of course, he was only interested in the arm. He walked toward it and, grunting, began to pull on the wooden arm. After a few second, audible cracks and the sound of straining wood could be heard coming from the chair.

Vincent turned "Oh no! My furniture!" He couldn't wait longer. He darted him quickly. Hidding behind a couch.