She grinned and stood "The pleasure is all mine!" She said in a fake English accent, kissing his cheek.

Vincent just smiled gently and sat down so he could be next to her. "What do you think of my hair wet?" he asked.

She smiled "It's very dark..." She frowned "And cold..." She added, the main reason she was frowning.

"I'm sorry," Vincent said innocently. "It should dry quickly." He was watching her now, almost afraid to touch her as if she were a goddess.

She smiled and shrugged "Oh well, don't apologize, it's not your fault water gets cold," She said with a laugh "Other than the coldness it's lovely, though!" She added with a grin.

He blushed softly and seemed to be a bit distracted for a moment when he glanced out the window. He looked back to her though. "You know you're beautiful," he said gently.

She blushed and looked away, and said something she immediately regretted "Nuh uh..." She said quietly, in a childish tone.

"Yu-huh" he repeated back to her. "You're like a star in a clouded sky, the only one showing their true beauty." He said it and used his finger to turn her face towards him.

Her eyes widened and her blush deepened. She looked at him sheepishly "Stop...You're embarrassing me..." She said quietly.

"We're alone," Vincent reminded. "Besides its best that you hear it since you seem to not actually know it."

She shook her head back and fourth a little, not really sure of what she was shaking it at. "But still..." She said quietly, avoiding eye contact.

Vincent forced her to make eye contact with him. "You're still embarrassed aren't you?" he asked with a smirk. "It's cute."

That was the wrong thing to say. She got angry for some reason at being called cute. She though she was going to turn red and have steam coming out of her ears. She growled a little and started "YOU think I'm CUTE?!" She demanded, repulsed by the idea "No, LET ME TELL YOU WHAT IS CUTE! BUNNIE RABBITS AND RAINBOWS AND BABIES AND LOVE AND HEARTS AND UNICORNS ARE CUTE! I AM NOT ONE OF THOSE! YOU ARE CALLING A MURDEROUS VILLAIN CUTE! DO YOU KNOW HOW RIDICULOUS THAT SOUNDS?!A VILLAIN! I MEAN THINK OF IT! WHAT, IS THAT HOW YOUR TWISTED MIND THINKS? DO YOU THINK ROBBERS ARE CUTE TOO? YOU THINK MURDER IS ADORABLE? I GUESS IT'S A GOOD FAMILY ACTIVITY, RIGHT? GETTING SLAUGHTERED BY THE YOUNGEST 'BABY'?!" She said, putting air quotes around 'baby'. "WHILE WE'RE AT IT WHY DON'T WE JUST INHALE TOXIC GAS AND GIVE DRUGS TO CHILDREN AND ROB THE POOR AND KILL OURSELVES?? THEN WE CAN AVE A GREAT FAMILY VACATION TO H**L!" She finished, standing over him and glaring a death stare, her arms somehow made their way to being crossed, despite the fact that she was flailing her arms like a madman her whole rant. She was breathing deep growls, almost, and her eyes became a shade darker.

Vincent looked perplexed when he was yelling at her and when he finished he looked almost like stone. He was pale now from the shame he felt but he pushed it aside. "I see how it is," he said in an icy tone. He didn't glare at her though but walked to the door. He shut the door smoothly behind himself and made his way down the stairs, not pausing once to think. Once outside he started running.

She sighed and sat on her bed, not even trying to stop him. She put her face in her hands and hoped he would be able to forgive her.

Vincent felt a shiver through his spine when he was outside running. It felt good and when he was a good distance away he stopped to catch his breath. He walked at a slower pace now, enjoying the surroundings he was in, not really knowing where he was going.

After about ten minuets she looked out the window worriedly. When she didn't see him anywhere, she walked slowly down stairs then ran once she got outside, calling "Vincent?" Every so often.

Being about a mile or two away Vincent couldn't hear her calling him. There was a whisper through the trees and something stirred. He turned slightly as he felt a chill race up his spine.

She sighed after a while of walking in silence and called once more "Vincent...are you out there?" She felt an odd breeze through the trees. She shivered, but she wasn't cold. Suddenly everything was fuzzy and she felt a sharp pain in her shoulders like claws. She screamed before the world started spinning around her and she fell, but she was being carried now but bloodied claws. She knew she had to get away but she was at ease. She felt too calm and relaxed to move and nodded off again.

Vincent heard a scream reverberate through his surroundings. He was confused so he began to run towards where he'd heard the sound. He didn't know what it was but in case it was Risa he knew he should at least check it out.

She was drifting in and out of consciousness but from what she could remember she had been attacked with giant claws then carried somewhere very hot and fiery. She looked around and saw there was no one else there-no one except an odd creature resembling a griffin. She stared at it for a moment and it stared right back. It's stare was deadly, she though, and felt as if it was looking into her eyes, and burning her soul. She groaned "A-am I in h**l?" She asked it, not expecting an answer.

When Vincent couldn't find Risa he began to get worried. He paused slightly and remembered the training he had in tracking and began to search for any clues. With help from his surroundings he found a path.

She was startled when the griffin like animal answered her "No, foolish girl!" Her eyes widened then she blinked "...are you talking to me or am I hallucinating?" He came closer to her "If you were hallucinating, would I even be talking?" He asked in an arrogant tone. She glared at him "smart @$$." She said angrily. "Brat" She countered "Oh, ouch, that burns!" She snapped sarcastically. The griffin simply grinned. "Don't tell me what burns and not, hun." He said with a sickly grin. "You better wipe that grin off your face before I slap it off!" She growled, red eyes and fang teethed.

When Vincent reached a dead end he became frustrated. He turned back slightly but noticed something that hadn't stuck out before in that area. He uncovered something and looked into the small area. There was a book in there and he picked it up, dusting it off slightly.

She growled but didn't move, and he sat grinning on the other side of the 'room'. She felt his stare burning her soul again and she groaned a little but didn't show any expression change. She just stared right back, praying it would end soon.