( lol! Sorry for typos)

Ange grabbed her wrist tightly, making sure not to lett it slip from his grip. He'd not let Vanity out of his sight after this. He felt too protective of her to let her leave him again like that. He would never admit it, but he had definitely grown to like Vanity. The way she looked at him made him have strange feelings in the pit of his stomach, a strange feeling that he was afraid of, at first, but had eventually grown to like.,

For whatever reason, her appearance didn't bother him in the slightest, he was only glad that he'd found her and she was safe. It was a big relief, though, as he began to drag Vanity along, he did realize he'd have to get her out of those bloody clothes and theyd have to wash her face. Cosmetic fixes. Easily remedied.

He quickly pulled Vanity into the shadows of another alleyway, one between a couple of boutiques and a doughnut shop. He grabbed Vanity's shoulders and held her close to his body for a moment as he scoped the area, just to be sure it was safe. When his assessment confirmed they were safe, for now, he gently let Vanity go and looked her dead in the eye...

"You've got to get out of those clothes..." He whispered. He reached out and began to tug at her clothes, then drew back a little as he realized what he was doing. Vanity probably wouldn't appreciate him touching her clothes like that, no matter how bloody and dirty they may be. "You need new clothes..." He cursed himself, she changed him so much. Had this beeen a month ago, he'd have ripped the clothes from her and covered her with his own, regardless of her feelings. Back then, no one's feelings mattered to him. The only thing that mattered was what could be used to his advantage.... and frankly, he would use Vanity to his advantage. Just, not yet. And besides, her feelings truly did matter to him.

"Come on!" He whispered again and he grabbed her hand and tugged. He pointed into the pitch black darkness of the alleyway, saying, "We can find some new clothes if we search through the garbage, or even if we steal some from the clothes hanging out to dry."

Ange was anxious to get out of this city. To go far away and never come back... But really, he was more anxious to execute his plan.