The Camp Out
#Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I
mean no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal
enjoyment and for others to enjoy as
well!
IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ
IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
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Chapter 2
The next morning, Catherine hesitantly poked her head out the bedroom door.
Her heart stopped when she realized the couch was empty. She looked around
frantically, hoping Vincent hadn't left without telling her.
She sighed and started breathing again when she noticed his coat laying on
the couch. Hesitantly, she stepped into the living room. A few seconds later,
Vincent walked in from the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee in his hands. He
held it out to her. She was disappointed to note that he was fully dressed.
Catherine took the mug gratefully, and sipped at the contents. Vincent sat on
the couch, and avoided her gaze. Catherine sighed, and sat on the opposite end.
"Catherine....." "Vincent....." they both began. Both chuckled nervously. "Go
ahead," Vincent said, gesturing toward her. He kept his gaze on the floor.
"I'm sorry.....about last night," Catherine started. Vincent's head jerked
up. His face held confusion.
"Why are you sorry?" Vincent asked, perplexed. "I'm the one who needs to
apologize, not you."
"I shouldn't have.....pushed your limits like that. That was bad of me."
Vincent raked his fingers through his hair. He sighed loudly.
"Catherine.......what I said last night was the truth. I do want you.
But.....I don't trust myself around you. I don't want to hurt you." He
glanced back at the floor, and whispered, "I don't want you to hate
me...."
Catherine was the one who was confused now. "Vincent, why would I hate you?
You aren't making any sense."
"There are things....in my past....I haven't told you about. Things that I
need to tell you before anything happens between us." Vincent broke off,
chuckling unhappily to himself. "If anything ever happens between us...."
he muttered to himself.
"Okay....so tell me now," Catherine said. Vincent stared at her.
"No! I....uh...now's not the best time. I...uh....I don't want to ruin this
trip."
Catherine watched Vincent. He had his head tilted toward the floor. His
shoulders were slumped forward, as if he were trying to disappear within
himself. His breathing was erratic, like he had just run a race.
Abruptly, Vincent stood up. He grabbed his jacket, and jammed his arms into
the sleeves roughly. He walked to the door.
"Where are you going, Vincent!??" Catherine asked, fear in her voice.
"I just.....I need to get some air. I'll be back soon," he said, still facing
the door. He opened the door, and slipped out.
Catherine slumped back on the couch, curling up in a fetal position upon it.
Her nose grazed the pillow that Vincent had used the night before. She inhaled
deeply, and breathed in his scent.
"Oh, Vincent......" Catherine whispered.
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As soon as he was far enough away from the cabin, Vincent let the Beast out.
He growled low and took off running. The trees became a blur as he moved with
lightning speed. As the Beast, he didn't have to think about anything. He could
just.....be.
Finally, he slowed to a stop beside a stream. Vincent peered into the water.
He watched as the Beast slowly melted away, leaving Vincent staring at his own
reflection. He hit his reflection with his fist, causing the water to jump and
scatter away from him.
If he were a smart man, he would go back to the City and disappear. He would
grab JT and take off to the Safe Haven. He would walk out of Catherine's life,
and never come back.
Vincent sighed. He couldn't do it though. He couldn't leave Catherine
exposed. Muirfield had already grabbed her once. If he up and disappeared,
nothing would stop them from doing it again. He couldn't let that happen. Even
if he were to disappear from her life, he would always be nearby, making sure
she was alright.
But....how could he tell her about.....Alex? How could he tell her that he
had once been engaged? How could he tell her about that dark time after his
brother's died? She didn't see him as a monster now, but, she would after.
"Shit!!!" Vincent screamed, and collapsed into the dirt by the stream.
How do I tell her about my life before I met her, without scaring Catherine
away, forever....?
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#Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I
mean no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal
enjoyment and for others to enjoy as
well!
IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ
IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
---------
Chapter 2
The next morning, Catherine hesitantly poked her head out the bedroom door.
Her heart stopped when she realized the couch was empty. She looked around
frantically, hoping Vincent hadn't left without telling her.
She sighed and started breathing again when she noticed his coat laying on
the couch. Hesitantly, she stepped into the living room. A few seconds later,
Vincent walked in from the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee in his hands. He
held it out to her. She was disappointed to note that he was fully dressed.
Catherine took the mug gratefully, and sipped at the contents. Vincent sat on
the couch, and avoided her gaze. Catherine sighed, and sat on the opposite end.
"Catherine....." "Vincent....." they both began. Both chuckled nervously. "Go
ahead," Vincent said, gesturing toward her. He kept his gaze on the floor.
"I'm sorry.....about last night," Catherine started. Vincent's head jerked
up. His face held confusion.
"Why are you sorry?" Vincent asked, perplexed. "I'm the one who needs to
apologize, not you."
"I shouldn't have.....pushed your limits like that. That was bad of me."
Vincent raked his fingers through his hair. He sighed loudly.
"Catherine.......what I said last night was the truth. I do want you.
But.....I don't trust myself around you. I don't want to hurt you." He
glanced back at the floor, and whispered, "I don't want you to hate
me...."
Catherine was the one who was confused now. "Vincent, why would I hate you?
You aren't making any sense."
"There are things....in my past....I haven't told you about. Things that I
need to tell you before anything happens between us." Vincent broke off,
chuckling unhappily to himself. "If anything ever happens between us...."
he muttered to himself.
"Okay....so tell me now," Catherine said. Vincent stared at her.
"No! I....uh...now's not the best time. I...uh....I don't want to ruin this
trip."
Catherine watched Vincent. He had his head tilted toward the floor. His
shoulders were slumped forward, as if he were trying to disappear within
himself. His breathing was erratic, like he had just run a race.
Abruptly, Vincent stood up. He grabbed his jacket, and jammed his arms into
the sleeves roughly. He walked to the door.
"Where are you going, Vincent!??" Catherine asked, fear in her voice.
"I just.....I need to get some air. I'll be back soon," he said, still facing
the door. He opened the door, and slipped out.
Catherine slumped back on the couch, curling up in a fetal position upon it.
Her nose grazed the pillow that Vincent had used the night before. She inhaled
deeply, and breathed in his scent.
"Oh, Vincent......" Catherine whispered.
#-------
As soon as he was far enough away from the cabin, Vincent let the Beast out.
He growled low and took off running. The trees became a blur as he moved with
lightning speed. As the Beast, he didn't have to think about anything. He could
just.....be.
Finally, he slowed to a stop beside a stream. Vincent peered into the water.
He watched as the Beast slowly melted away, leaving Vincent staring at his own
reflection. He hit his reflection with his fist, causing the water to jump and
scatter away from him.
If he were a smart man, he would go back to the City and disappear. He would
grab JT and take off to the Safe Haven. He would walk out of Catherine's life,
and never come back.
Vincent sighed. He couldn't do it though. He couldn't leave Catherine
exposed. Muirfield had already grabbed her once. If he up and disappeared,
nothing would stop them from doing it again. He couldn't let that happen. Even
if he were to disappear from her life, he would always be nearby, making sure
she was alright.
But....how could he tell her about.....Alex? How could he tell her that he
had once been engaged? How could he tell her about that dark time after his
brother's died? She didn't see him as a monster now, but, she would after.
"Shit!!!" Vincent screamed, and collapsed into the dirt by the stream.
How do I tell her about my life before I met her, without scaring Catherine
away, forever....?
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