She stared at him for a minuet in confusion before answering; "No..." She said slowly with a questioning look on her face "I thought it was the other way around..." She said, a little accusingly.

"I can't hate you," he admitted. "Why do you think I was worried when you looked so frightened?" He was looking at her now and a faint frown crossed his lips.

Her expression didn't change, but her tone did "I thought it was just natural for some to worry when the person clings to you after running down a dark, scary tunnel." She said, imitating him.

He blushed slightly. "I should have said confused. I was worried though," he said not looking at her anymore. He was quiet after that and stared at the window.

She looked down "Okay..." She said quietly "Sorry I loose my temper." She apologized quietly, avoiding eye contact.

"I'll get used to it eventually," Vincent said not looking back. "Besides it'll cover up all those horrid memories."

She kept her eyes down "Bad memories are bad memories, no matter how different..." She said, quietly contradicting him.

Vincent was silent after that and stared at the window. He seemed a bit out of it for the moment. He closed his eyes slightly before letting a sigh escape and sitting up.

She looked up at him questioningly for minuet before finding her voice "What's wrong?" She asked, louder than she usually would.

He didn't answer again and it was almost as if he'd fallen asleep with his eyes open. He lay still as he studied the window that he was staring at.

She waited quietly for him to answer, propping her chin up with her hands and studying the carpet.

Vincent could tell she was just waiting for him to answer and it fueled his desire not to answer. He didn't want to anger her though so he turned to face her now, a dull expression on his face. "If you care about me then why do you yell at me so much?" he asked. "I try to say the right things but no matter what I say you're always mad and it hurts."

He didn't say what he thought after that. It was almost like this place, that had been considered a haven at one point, was turning into the prison he had been stuck in before. The only difference was he wanted to make her happy and he just wanted to get out of the last place.

She opened her mouth, about to say something, but stopped herself and became quiet, debating whether or not she should tell him more about her past. She buried her mouth and nose in her arms, and looked at him with knowing eyes. "I don't like this house. It's walls hold too many memories. Things have happened here..." She started quietly. "Things that shouldn't. Every time I walk into my room, I remember it. Every time I walk into the kitchen, I see L...standing there in front of some new food, smiling and waving like always...." Her voice dropped lower and quieter, as if she was trying to hold herself together, like if she made one movement or talked too high or loud she might explode, "And the living room..." She said in her new, demon like voice "I can see blood on the couch...I can see the fire...every time...I can see him...I can see that griffin that took me...he wasn't the devil at all...he took me for a reason...to show me I have to leave here and never return. Whenever that thought crosses my mind..." Her voice became a hushes whisper, that she herself could barely hear "The burning and pain and memories...everything stops...like someone pressed the stop button on everything bad...it just goes away..." She finished quietly, hiding her eyes in her arms as well.

Vincent's expression changed slightly as he listened to her. He couldn't bear her anger much longer and seeing her like this only made it worse. He made the movement to embrace her but was afraid of her reaction and stopped himself. "Then lets get away from here," he suggested.

She looked up at him with softer eyes, as if she was a different person now, and nodded quietly "You know the priest that was killed?" She asked in her gravely deep voice. "It was me." She gave him an evil smirk, which vanished immediately "No..." She said in her normal voice, slumping her head down and punching the sides with her fists. Her claws were longer than they had been, and made her palms bleed because she had her fists clenched. She ignored it though and kept hitting her head. After a while she stopped "See? I am truly sorry if I loose my temper...but it isn't me!" She tried to explain disparately. Her eyes were tearing now and she took in a deep and shaky breath "I don't mean to..." She said, playing with the button on her shirt and accidentally breaking it in two. She looked up with another grin then slapped herself and looked at him with desperate eyes "It's the house..." She whispered.

Vincent was studying her expression and was slightly shocked by the confession. The grin threw him off slightly too. "Then lets leave," he said more sternly though it had a gentle undertone to it. "I know plenty of places we can get. Let's just get away from this place."

She looked at him with big eyes "We have to wait for Benjamen..." She said quietly, her eye growing sad.

"All right," Vincent said gently. He was thinking of the place his aunt had taken him before that was tucked away in the mountains."

She nodded and stood up, making her broken shirt fall open slightly. She clutched it and blushed "I'll just uh...go umm..pack and I think...I should uh...get a new uh shirt now..." She said awkwardly, walking back to her room quickly and closing the door behind her.

Vincent had automatically averted his gaze so that she wouldn't feel ashamed at all. He was staring at the ceiling now and when he heard her leave he relaxed slightly.

She dug quickly through her messy closet and found a new shirt, then quickly put it on. When she was done changing she found a bag and started throwing clothes, money, and any valuable things into it disorderly. When she filled it up she pulled out another, smaller but not by much. She sighed, stuffing her last few shirts and various sentimentally valuable objects into it, then set the bags by her door. She had left out some things that she knew she would be able to fit later, like her blanket pillow, a change of clothes, brush and teddy bear, in case they would have to wait over night for her brother to return, then she made her way back to Vincent's room and knocked quietly "May I come in?" She asked in almost a whisper.

"Yes," Vincent said clearly. He sat up now and he was looking around. He needed real clothing by this point. He hated wearing someone else's stuff.

Before she came in, she remembered about getting Vincent new clothes. She came in smiling and clapped her hands together "Time to go shopping!" She said, mocking girls who enjoyed things like shopping. She sat down next to him "Would you like to come?" She asked enthusiastically, looking at him with big, over excited eyes.

Vincent looked a bit confused for a moment and then he stuck his tongue out. "Blech," he said. "Never been shopping though. Masters always said it was a waste of time and resources."

She laughed a little then acted shocked "Vincent...I think I'm hallucinating! Did I just see you stick your tongue out?!" She demanded in mock shock, then laughed "I was always told, by my mother," Then she took a mockingly elegant post and imitated her mother's voice "Shopping is simply the trading of a valuable item of yours or someone else's that is in your possession for an item of equal value to you." She raised her eyebrows, keeping the pose and expression then laughed, walking back out "I'll be back....later..." She said, pulling her head out of the door frame and walking into town. She spent little time clothes shopping because she despised it, and got back to the house with two bags full of new clothes in less than an hour. She kicked in the door and hit her head on Vincent's to knock, because her hands were full "Vincent, I got you clothes, but my hands are a little..tied right now could you get the door?" She asked, hoping no animals would come in the open front door.