Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2014 17:34:12 GMT -5
VINCENT A. CROSBY
twenty four - musician - celebrity - vic fuentes
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it was five thirty in the morning. mrs. crosby had been in the hospital since ten o' clock the previous night. it had been a long eight hours of labour. even the twins hadn't put up so much a fight. but as her husband approached with her newborn son, she didn't care. and as her son was placed in her arms for the first time, she knew it was worth it. he was beautiful, a healthy baby boy. she smiled up at her husband. the birth date of her third child was december fifteenth, nineteen eighty nine. welcome to the world vincent anthony crosby. she whispered to him, kissing his head, where a wisp of black hair was already forming.
ever since the birth of his sister, julia, vince had found that all he could think about was how soon he would be able to play outside. the house was stifling and all he ever seemed to do was get in the way. he was relieved when his parents finally pushed him out the front door. he had a basketball in his hands. sports weren't exactly his thing but entertainment was entertainment and he wasn't about to complain. he began shooting hoops in the mini basketball hoop his dad had made him. suddenly a boy ran in and snatched the ball off the ground. vince frowned. hey, that's my ball. can i have it back? the other boy just grinned and threw it back at him. vince tilted his head to the side. he tucked the ball under his arm and walked closer to the little boy. hi, i'm vince, what's your name? the other boy smirked, running a hand through his already messy black hair. i'm sincidy, your next door neighbor. vince wasn't exactly sure how to feel. do you wanna play? he was supposed to be polite and asking the other boy to play was the polite thing to do, right? sounds like fun vince finally smiled. finally, someone to play with that wasn't a girl or shooing him. who cared if the little boy had a strange name, they could still be friends. maybe even best friends.
it had been five years since he'd meet sincidy and now it was like he didn't know who he was without the little boy. they had always been really great at making total nuisances of themselves in the neighborhood. and now his best friend was going to be moving away. okay, maybe that was a little dramatic. they would still be going to the same school and they would still see each other. it would just be harder because he wouldn't be able to run to sin's house every time he had an emergency. he couldn't help but feel a little sad, as each time he went in sin's room there were more boxes. and eventually nothing at all. vince was standing by the moving truck as sin's dad closed it. sincidy came over to vince. it was clear his best friend was trying to hold back what he was feeling. they had never been the feely kind of friends. those things were solved with a quick punch to the shoulder. i'm gonna miss you buddy. vince whispered, hating the weakness in his voice. don't be such a baby vince, it's not like i'll be that far. we'll still see each other all the time. had vince not heard the way sin's voice had cracked, he'd of flinched away from sin. but he knew better. sin was as upset as he was, sin was just better at hiding it. sincidy donahue! i said get in the god damn car. now! it was sin's dad, looking tired and irritated. sin turned to shake vince's hand. see you around buddy his smile was sad, pained even. vince shook his friends hand and watched as he walked away. but before he even got halfway to the car, sin ran back and hugged vince. it was affectionate for them, but he hugged sin back before another yell made him run back to the car. bye sin, he whispered and watched his best friend drive away.
it was freshman year, the make it or break it year. the year you found out if you were with the popular kids or the not so popular kids. vince and sincidy just had to get this right. they couldn't be part of the invisibles. sure, they weren't football players, but they could be popular. they just had to play their cards right. vince was pressed up against a blonde sophomore girl when one of the football players approached. he barely looked into the football players eyes, preferring to go with the strong and silent type. hey so, you're vincent crosby right? - i go by vince. and i'm a little preoccupied in case you hadn't noticed vince glared at the football player. the guy just grinned back at him. we're having a back to school party at becky's house. it's a seven. rumor has it parker managed to steal some of his dads stash. you should come. vince shrugged. i might show, might not. guess you'll have to wait and see. now if you'll excuse me, i have some business to attend to. without another word, he turned back to the blond and kissed her. the football player chuckled and walked away. his hand slid into the girls pants, squeezing her butt. at that exact moment, the bell rang. meet me in the bathroom fourth period. he grinned and walked away, towards the bathroom. the simple suggestion was enough, he knew the girl would be there. still, he turned and winked at her for good measure and disappeared into the bathroom. not like anyone would notice if he didn't show up, he was asleep half the time anyways. sex was much better then learning that Napoleon conquered the world in 1485 or some shit like that.
honestly, what good was high school doing him? he wasn't going to graduate with the rest of his senior friends and he couldn't have cared less. he didn't have any plans to go to college. it was a waste of time. vince only cared about his music and he didn't need to go to college to prove it. he was eighteen now and he could make his own choices. so, he'd filled out the papers and was walking to office with them in his hand. he dropped the papers onto the secretaries desk. i'm dropping out, not that that would surprise you at all. the woman behind the desk was browsing through the papers. and you're sure about this? couldn't be any more sure. i swear. the secretary sighed, a disappointed sigh that he knew quite well. she shrugged and filed the papers. good luck mr. crosby vince turned and walked away, what next? were they gonna start crying or something. he snorted and walked out of the building for the last time, twining his fingers with the girl who was waiting for him. she was in college and had a wild side. just his kind of girl. they walked away from the building, and towards a better, sex and drug filled life.
it had been about a week since the car accident that took his parents life. they'd worked hard to make sure the funeral took place as soon as possible. their parents would have wanted that. vince in particular felt the loss of his parents. they had been on their way home from his concert when it happened. and all he could find the heart to do was blame himself. if it hadn't been for his stupid concert, they would still be alive. his siblings seemed to agree, he could tell by the new way they glared at him. he was used to the you are scum look from them, but these glares were different, 'it's your fault' they seemed to say. all vince wanted was to get rid of the grief, the knife that had been in his chest just kept twisting, over and over again. he couldn't do this, he could take the pain of it all. sincidy was here, but sincidy was always there for him, no matter what stupid thing he'd done or been doing. he wasn't even sure he could take the sympathetic glances his friend was giving him. vince had never been hugely in touch with his emotions, it just seemed so unmanly for him. he wasn't used to this onslaught of emotions. and now, a song from their son, vincent crosby. all eyes were on his, all the sympathetic gazes resting on him as he walked up to the stage. he'd brought his guitar and it was all set up to play. but suddenly, he just couldn't. wasn't it his stupid music that had gotten them here in the first place? he couldn't reach for the guitar, all he could do was shake his head. i can't he whispered. and then again i'm sorry i just... i can't louder this time, loud enough for everyone to hear. his voice had cracked, his eyes glistening with tears he refused to shed. and he did the only thing he could think of, he fled. he managed to make it to the car before he finally burst into tears, crying not for the first time since he'd gotten the call. sincidy had followed him out to the car but vince had locked the doors. he just needed to be alone. that was all he ever needed. he reached for the vodka in the passenger seat and did what he was known for, he drank. he drank until everything was muted. but not gone, even then he knew there was no amount of alcohol that could numb the pain and the grief he felt. but heaven knew he damn well was gonna try.
it had been a year and a half since his parents death and he'd finally done it, he'd managed to drink so much he couldn't remember his own name, much less why he was so sad. he had to admit, there was a joy in not knowing a thing. he'd passed out in some alley. and now, as he blinked open his eyes, the first thing he registered was the pounding headache, much worse then his usual hangover headache. the second was that he wasn't actually at home. everything was too white, too bright, too clean smelling. vince? he knew that voice, it belonged to sin. but what was sin doing here? he tried to open his mouth but he couldn't seem to speak. no, you aren't going to talk. i'm going to be the one talking. and for once you can't push me away or stop listening. sin seemed to be pained at his own words, like he hated being so demanding with vince, even though it was definitely what he needed. vince. you can't keep doing this to yourself. i know that you miss your parents and i know you blame yourself. vince flinched at these words. he'd never voiced them aloud, not to anybody. but then sincidy wasn't just anyone, sincidy knew vince probably just as well as he knew himself. they were brothers of the best kind, they didn't need blood to be related.vince, this isn't what they would have wanted for you. they may not have always approved of your choices, but they loved you vince. it would hurt them to see you like this. sin looked away at this, as though he couldn't stand his own pain. it hurts me to see you like this. you are so much better than this. sin whispered, so quiet vince had to strain to hear his best friends voice. vincent crosby, you and i are going to start a band. we are gonna put your musical talents to good use. you're gonna get yourself clean and sober, or mostly sober. you are going to stop wallowing in your own misery. and if you cant.... he paused, closing his eyes. and his next words sounded like they were being dragged out of him. if you can't, i'm gonna leave. its gonna hurt like hell vince, but i can't watch you waste away and drink yourself into oblivion, that hurts even more. vince hated how scared he was at the prospect of loosing sincidy. that boy was all he had left in this world, the only one who cared about him. to loose sin... he'd rather shoot himself. okay he finally whispered. i'll do it.
he held the emaciated pup in his arms, feeling her shivers reverberating through his body. she was just that cold, he hugged the pup closer to him, wishing for just a moment that he could stop her from shivering. but it was only a few seconds later that he heard a scurrying, like someone running for cover. his head whipped around in the direction of the sound. and he had to admit, if he hadn't been so focused on the pup, he might have gone weak at the knees. it was a woman, one who definitely didn't belong in the darkest recesses of new york like he did. her hair was a lighter blonde, almost platinum, but not quite. it was curled neatly. he couldn't make out the color of her eyes in the dark of the alley. her clothes were neat, they screamed smart, rich. both things that vince admitted weren't very fitting for him. she look scared, he'd have almost gone so far as to say that she was terrified. he couldn't exactly blame her either, could he? he wasn't exactly prim looking, with his long tangled hair and not so expensive clothes. really, it was like a scene out of a horror film. and he was the bad guy. he found this amusing, this idea. the only person he'd ever harmed was himself, well and that one bitch that would not leave him alone. or that other guy who'd teased sin. okay well, he wasn't about to harm this girl. it would probably be a one way ticket to jail. and besides, he wanted to get the dog into a safe place. to a warm place where he could feed it and warm it up. he didn't approach her, he didn't want to scare her away. hey, i'm not here to hurt you, i just want to help. you look a little lost. and out of place. i'm vincent, though most people just call me vince. she still looked a little scared but she smiled, a polite smile. hi, i'm vanessa
normally one nights stand were just that for vince. he never thought about them, never cared about them. it was part of the contract, one he might quite clear the morning after. annabelle had been just another one night stand. he hadn''t thought about her in four weeks. she had left before he'd even woken up, signing the contract for him. no matter, just made things easier when they understood the unspoken meaning. but did she really understand it? because here he was, opening the door and annabelle was on the other side. she looked disheveled, but no less beautiful then she had the night they slept together. her eyes were cold, dancing with a hatred he understood very well. he'd done something, and it ruined something. whatever he'd done, it was definitely all his fault. hey annabelle, long time no see. she just grimaced at him, walking into the house and closing the door behind her. vince followed her into the living room, sitting on the couch. you know, most of your kind don't generally come back. this earning him yet another glare. i'm not here because i want to be vincent, i'm here because i have to tell you something. the words seemed to cause her physical pain. huh, maybe she hadn't understood the unspoken contract. she seemed bitter, but then she had been bitter the first time they'd met. he turned his gaze to her, pulling cadence onto his lap and petting her head. vince, i'm pregnant. and it's yours. you don't have to help, i can take care of it on my own. i just figured you had a right to know. for a few heartbeats, vince felt frozen into place, as though this somehow didn't make any sense to him. but then her words began to sink in. he, vincent anthony crosby, was going to be a father. okay, so it wasn't exactly the perfect scenario, it wasn't with someone he loved and it was far earlier than he had ever expected to have a child. but this was great. a small grin crept onto his face. i want to help, really i do. annabelle looked at him like he'd just said his butt turned blue or something. he didn't know her very well, but he got the feeling that very few people managed to surprise her. he had to hold back a smirk at the idea that he had surprise her. it was smug, and he knew it, and it probably wouldn't win him any favors. which he would probably need. really? i mean it, you really don't have too her voice was definitely perplexed. he let out an exasperated sigh. really annabelle, have some faith in me he practically growled. she looked at him, a forced smile on her face. no it's not that, it's just ... no one's ever offered to help me before vince once again felt a little smug, but mostly he just reached out to touch her shoulder. well i do, i want to help
it didn't seem right. everything was going great. okay, great was probably the understatement of the century. but things were going as good as they ever were around annabelle. she had still seemed to blame him for everything that was going on, he had doubted that she would ever get over it. vince would never say to to anyone but sin, but he honestly thought he could have been falling for annabelle. she was stubborn, petulant, but she saw right through him. there hadn't been anything he could pretend about. he'd wished that he had the same clarity when it came to her. but annabelle had started having contractions two months before the baby was supposed to be born. annabelle had assured him that it was probably nothing, just a false alarm. still, he'd dragged her to the hospital. and it turned out to be good that he had. the baby was coming, two months ahead of schedule. everything after that was just a blur. doctors telling him that it was okay, they could save the baby and annabelle. they'd done it before. this had turned out to be a lie. after exactly six hours of labor, not only had he lost the baby, but he'd lost annabelle. there was a numbness in his body as he walked over to annabelle's bed, her eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling. gazing over at the mass that was supposed to be his child. and he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry. this wasn't supposed to be happening. he couldn't loose someone he cared about again. he ran out of the hospital, not caring who he hurt in the process. once outside of the hospital, he couldn't seem to contain himself. he curled up on a bench and sobbed. he didn't know how long he was out there before he felt a hand on his back, warm against the icy cold surrounding them. he looked up. and upon seeing the mass of blonde curls, he smiled, having never been so glad to see anyone in his life. nessie he whispered. she sat beside him, seeming to understand that he didn't want to talk. vince hadn't hurt this much since his parents death. and this time, it was really his fault. annabelle would still be alive if she'd never met him, he'd have never had his child. she could be alive and smiling, or grimacing. it was his fault. all his fault. let's get out of here, i can't be in this place. it's depressing
of all the people in his life, nessie was becoming a constant in his life. ever since loosing annabelle and the baby, she'd been there for him no matter what. sammie and sincidy were the only other people in his life like that. but unlike with sammie and sincidy, there was just this sort of bubbly happiness in him that was all for nessie. he was at sammie's house right now, watching cadence and taco playing around, more or less ignoring the rant that sammie was on. for all her teasing about his and nessie's being together, she didn't seem to think it was such a good idea anymore. all she seemed to want to go on and on about was that vince was a womanizer and nessie deserved someone that wasn't going to break her heart. like vince would ever actually break nessie's heart. he could barely touch nessie without wondering if he might upset her or push too far too fast. the last thing he wanted to do was loose vanessa, or sammie really. they'd both been there for him and he'd come to think of sammie like a little sister. recently she'd fallen for another girl. and he was happy for her. she'd been spending too much time wallowing around about lindsay. vince turned his head to look at sammie, who seemed to have stopped talking and was now glaring at him in the adorable way that only she could. look sammie, how many times do i have to swear that i'm not going to hurt vanessa? sammie didn't look impressed. i swear sammie, i'm not gonna hurt vanessa. he paused, before adding something he never had before. i love her
birth
it was five thirty in the morning. mrs. crosby had been in the hospital since ten o' clock the previous night. it had been a long eight hours of labour. even the twins hadn't put up so much a fight. but as her husband approached with her newborn son, she didn't care. and as her son was placed in her arms for the first time, she knew it was worth it. he was beautiful, a healthy baby boy. she smiled up at her husband. the birth date of her third child was december fifteenth, nineteen eighty nine. welcome to the world vincent anthony crosby. she whispered to him, kissing his head, where a wisp of black hair was already forming.
meeting sincidy
ever since the birth of his sister, julia, vince had found that all he could think about was how soon he would be able to play outside. the house was stifling and all he ever seemed to do was get in the way. he was relieved when his parents finally pushed him out the front door. he had a basketball in his hands. sports weren't exactly his thing but entertainment was entertainment and he wasn't about to complain. he began shooting hoops in the mini basketball hoop his dad had made him. suddenly a boy ran in and snatched the ball off the ground. vince frowned. hey, that's my ball. can i have it back? the other boy just grinned and threw it back at him. vince tilted his head to the side. he tucked the ball under his arm and walked closer to the little boy. hi, i'm vince, what's your name? the other boy smirked, running a hand through his already messy black hair. i'm sincidy, your next door neighbor. vince wasn't exactly sure how to feel. do you wanna play? he was supposed to be polite and asking the other boy to play was the polite thing to do, right? sounds like fun vince finally smiled. finally, someone to play with that wasn't a girl or shooing him. who cared if the little boy had a strange name, they could still be friends. maybe even best friends.
when sincidy moved
it had been five years since he'd meet sincidy and now it was like he didn't know who he was without the little boy. they had always been really great at making total nuisances of themselves in the neighborhood. and now his best friend was going to be moving away. okay, maybe that was a little dramatic. they would still be going to the same school and they would still see each other. it would just be harder because he wouldn't be able to run to sin's house every time he had an emergency. he couldn't help but feel a little sad, as each time he went in sin's room there were more boxes. and eventually nothing at all. vince was standing by the moving truck as sin's dad closed it. sincidy came over to vince. it was clear his best friend was trying to hold back what he was feeling. they had never been the feely kind of friends. those things were solved with a quick punch to the shoulder. i'm gonna miss you buddy. vince whispered, hating the weakness in his voice. don't be such a baby vince, it's not like i'll be that far. we'll still see each other all the time. had vince not heard the way sin's voice had cracked, he'd of flinched away from sin. but he knew better. sin was as upset as he was, sin was just better at hiding it. sincidy donahue! i said get in the god damn car. now! it was sin's dad, looking tired and irritated. sin turned to shake vince's hand. see you around buddy his smile was sad, pained even. vince shook his friends hand and watched as he walked away. but before he even got halfway to the car, sin ran back and hugged vince. it was affectionate for them, but he hugged sin back before another yell made him run back to the car. bye sin, he whispered and watched his best friend drive away.
high school
it was freshman year, the make it or break it year. the year you found out if you were with the popular kids or the not so popular kids. vince and sincidy just had to get this right. they couldn't be part of the invisibles. sure, they weren't football players, but they could be popular. they just had to play their cards right. vince was pressed up against a blonde sophomore girl when one of the football players approached. he barely looked into the football players eyes, preferring to go with the strong and silent type. hey so, you're vincent crosby right? - i go by vince. and i'm a little preoccupied in case you hadn't noticed vince glared at the football player. the guy just grinned back at him. we're having a back to school party at becky's house. it's a seven. rumor has it parker managed to steal some of his dads stash. you should come. vince shrugged. i might show, might not. guess you'll have to wait and see. now if you'll excuse me, i have some business to attend to. without another word, he turned back to the blond and kissed her. the football player chuckled and walked away. his hand slid into the girls pants, squeezing her butt. at that exact moment, the bell rang. meet me in the bathroom fourth period. he grinned and walked away, towards the bathroom. the simple suggestion was enough, he knew the girl would be there. still, he turned and winked at her for good measure and disappeared into the bathroom. not like anyone would notice if he didn't show up, he was asleep half the time anyways. sex was much better then learning that Napoleon conquered the world in 1485 or some shit like that.
dropping out of high school
honestly, what good was high school doing him? he wasn't going to graduate with the rest of his senior friends and he couldn't have cared less. he didn't have any plans to go to college. it was a waste of time. vince only cared about his music and he didn't need to go to college to prove it. he was eighteen now and he could make his own choices. so, he'd filled out the papers and was walking to office with them in his hand. he dropped the papers onto the secretaries desk. i'm dropping out, not that that would surprise you at all. the woman behind the desk was browsing through the papers. and you're sure about this? couldn't be any more sure. i swear. the secretary sighed, a disappointed sigh that he knew quite well. she shrugged and filed the papers. good luck mr. crosby vince turned and walked away, what next? were they gonna start crying or something. he snorted and walked out of the building for the last time, twining his fingers with the girl who was waiting for him. she was in college and had a wild side. just his kind of girl. they walked away from the building, and towards a better, sex and drug filled life.
the death of my parents
it had been about a week since the car accident that took his parents life. they'd worked hard to make sure the funeral took place as soon as possible. their parents would have wanted that. vince in particular felt the loss of his parents. they had been on their way home from his concert when it happened. and all he could find the heart to do was blame himself. if it hadn't been for his stupid concert, they would still be alive. his siblings seemed to agree, he could tell by the new way they glared at him. he was used to the you are scum look from them, but these glares were different, 'it's your fault' they seemed to say. all vince wanted was to get rid of the grief, the knife that had been in his chest just kept twisting, over and over again. he couldn't do this, he could take the pain of it all. sincidy was here, but sincidy was always there for him, no matter what stupid thing he'd done or been doing. he wasn't even sure he could take the sympathetic glances his friend was giving him. vince had never been hugely in touch with his emotions, it just seemed so unmanly for him. he wasn't used to this onslaught of emotions. and now, a song from their son, vincent crosby. all eyes were on his, all the sympathetic gazes resting on him as he walked up to the stage. he'd brought his guitar and it was all set up to play. but suddenly, he just couldn't. wasn't it his stupid music that had gotten them here in the first place? he couldn't reach for the guitar, all he could do was shake his head. i can't he whispered. and then again i'm sorry i just... i can't louder this time, loud enough for everyone to hear. his voice had cracked, his eyes glistening with tears he refused to shed. and he did the only thing he could think of, he fled. he managed to make it to the car before he finally burst into tears, crying not for the first time since he'd gotten the call. sincidy had followed him out to the car but vince had locked the doors. he just needed to be alone. that was all he ever needed. he reached for the vodka in the passenger seat and did what he was known for, he drank. he drank until everything was muted. but not gone, even then he knew there was no amount of alcohol that could numb the pain and the grief he felt. but heaven knew he damn well was gonna try.
joining a band
it had been a year and a half since his parents death and he'd finally done it, he'd managed to drink so much he couldn't remember his own name, much less why he was so sad. he had to admit, there was a joy in not knowing a thing. he'd passed out in some alley. and now, as he blinked open his eyes, the first thing he registered was the pounding headache, much worse then his usual hangover headache. the second was that he wasn't actually at home. everything was too white, too bright, too clean smelling. vince? he knew that voice, it belonged to sin. but what was sin doing here? he tried to open his mouth but he couldn't seem to speak. no, you aren't going to talk. i'm going to be the one talking. and for once you can't push me away or stop listening. sin seemed to be pained at his own words, like he hated being so demanding with vince, even though it was definitely what he needed. vince. you can't keep doing this to yourself. i know that you miss your parents and i know you blame yourself. vince flinched at these words. he'd never voiced them aloud, not to anybody. but then sincidy wasn't just anyone, sincidy knew vince probably just as well as he knew himself. they were brothers of the best kind, they didn't need blood to be related.vince, this isn't what they would have wanted for you. they may not have always approved of your choices, but they loved you vince. it would hurt them to see you like this. sin looked away at this, as though he couldn't stand his own pain. it hurts me to see you like this. you are so much better than this. sin whispered, so quiet vince had to strain to hear his best friends voice. vincent crosby, you and i are going to start a band. we are gonna put your musical talents to good use. you're gonna get yourself clean and sober, or mostly sober. you are going to stop wallowing in your own misery. and if you cant.... he paused, closing his eyes. and his next words sounded like they were being dragged out of him. if you can't, i'm gonna leave. its gonna hurt like hell vince, but i can't watch you waste away and drink yourself into oblivion, that hurts even more. vince hated how scared he was at the prospect of loosing sincidy. that boy was all he had left in this world, the only one who cared about him. to loose sin... he'd rather shoot himself. okay he finally whispered. i'll do it.
meeting annabelle
ever since helping sammie's band out when their bass player's wife gave birth, he'd been spending a lot of time at the local scenes, performing whenever the need arose. tonight was a night just like any other. he liked to look at these as opportunities to meet girls, just something to keep his house from feeling empty. moving into his parents house was already proving itself to be a bad idea. but it was too late. he was just gonna have to make it work. vince was sitting at the bar when he spotted her. long brown hair with a blonde streak and tattoos everywhere. his kind of girl. he grinned, walking over to her just in time to watch beer spillover her shirt. and in time to keep her from going off on the guy that ran into her. she didn't seem impressed by him though, as she stalked back towards the stage. but she would. they always did. he made his way back to the stage and towards his guitar. she was sitting backstage, looking at her phone. any other time, he might have bugged her, pestering her until she fell into his bed. but it was before a concert, and it was time to get into the mode. he picked up his guitar and began to do last minute tuning. when that was finally complete, he began to play bulletproof love. it was a crowd favorite and sammie let him sing vocals and do lead guitar, probably because it was his song and he would have protested otherwise. that sounds great it was the girl sitting next to him, though by the time he looked up, all he could see was a disgusted look on her face, like he was roadkill or something. thanks, he smiled at her. he'd gotten over his aversion to music, but it was still nice to hear. he went back to playing his guitar. he was focused on the music now. a few minutes later, she tapped on his shoulder and told him to meet her after the concert. vince just smiled. he'd known she would come, they always did. meeting vanessa
he held the emaciated pup in his arms, feeling her shivers reverberating through his body. she was just that cold, he hugged the pup closer to him, wishing for just a moment that he could stop her from shivering. but it was only a few seconds later that he heard a scurrying, like someone running for cover. his head whipped around in the direction of the sound. and he had to admit, if he hadn't been so focused on the pup, he might have gone weak at the knees. it was a woman, one who definitely didn't belong in the darkest recesses of new york like he did. her hair was a lighter blonde, almost platinum, but not quite. it was curled neatly. he couldn't make out the color of her eyes in the dark of the alley. her clothes were neat, they screamed smart, rich. both things that vince admitted weren't very fitting for him. she look scared, he'd have almost gone so far as to say that she was terrified. he couldn't exactly blame her either, could he? he wasn't exactly prim looking, with his long tangled hair and not so expensive clothes. really, it was like a scene out of a horror film. and he was the bad guy. he found this amusing, this idea. the only person he'd ever harmed was himself, well and that one bitch that would not leave him alone. or that other guy who'd teased sin. okay well, he wasn't about to harm this girl. it would probably be a one way ticket to jail. and besides, he wanted to get the dog into a safe place. to a warm place where he could feed it and warm it up. he didn't approach her, he didn't want to scare her away. hey, i'm not here to hurt you, i just want to help. you look a little lost. and out of place. i'm vincent, though most people just call me vince. she still looked a little scared but she smiled, a polite smile. hi, i'm vanessa
finding out about being a father
normally one nights stand were just that for vince. he never thought about them, never cared about them. it was part of the contract, one he might quite clear the morning after. annabelle had been just another one night stand. he hadn''t thought about her in four weeks. she had left before he'd even woken up, signing the contract for him. no matter, just made things easier when they understood the unspoken meaning. but did she really understand it? because here he was, opening the door and annabelle was on the other side. she looked disheveled, but no less beautiful then she had the night they slept together. her eyes were cold, dancing with a hatred he understood very well. he'd done something, and it ruined something. whatever he'd done, it was definitely all his fault. hey annabelle, long time no see. she just grimaced at him, walking into the house and closing the door behind her. vince followed her into the living room, sitting on the couch. you know, most of your kind don't generally come back. this earning him yet another glare. i'm not here because i want to be vincent, i'm here because i have to tell you something. the words seemed to cause her physical pain. huh, maybe she hadn't understood the unspoken contract. she seemed bitter, but then she had been bitter the first time they'd met. he turned his gaze to her, pulling cadence onto his lap and petting her head. vince, i'm pregnant. and it's yours. you don't have to help, i can take care of it on my own. i just figured you had a right to know. for a few heartbeats, vince felt frozen into place, as though this somehow didn't make any sense to him. but then her words began to sink in. he, vincent anthony crosby, was going to be a father. okay, so it wasn't exactly the perfect scenario, it wasn't with someone he loved and it was far earlier than he had ever expected to have a child. but this was great. a small grin crept onto his face. i want to help, really i do. annabelle looked at him like he'd just said his butt turned blue or something. he didn't know her very well, but he got the feeling that very few people managed to surprise her. he had to hold back a smirk at the idea that he had surprise her. it was smug, and he knew it, and it probably wouldn't win him any favors. which he would probably need. really? i mean it, you really don't have too her voice was definitely perplexed. he let out an exasperated sigh. really annabelle, have some faith in me he practically growled. she looked at him, a forced smile on her face. no it's not that, it's just ... no one's ever offered to help me before vince once again felt a little smug, but mostly he just reached out to touch her shoulder. well i do, i want to help
loosing annabelle
it didn't seem right. everything was going great. okay, great was probably the understatement of the century. but things were going as good as they ever were around annabelle. she had still seemed to blame him for everything that was going on, he had doubted that she would ever get over it. vince would never say to to anyone but sin, but he honestly thought he could have been falling for annabelle. she was stubborn, petulant, but she saw right through him. there hadn't been anything he could pretend about. he'd wished that he had the same clarity when it came to her. but annabelle had started having contractions two months before the baby was supposed to be born. annabelle had assured him that it was probably nothing, just a false alarm. still, he'd dragged her to the hospital. and it turned out to be good that he had. the baby was coming, two months ahead of schedule. everything after that was just a blur. doctors telling him that it was okay, they could save the baby and annabelle. they'd done it before. this had turned out to be a lie. after exactly six hours of labor, not only had he lost the baby, but he'd lost annabelle. there was a numbness in his body as he walked over to annabelle's bed, her eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling. gazing over at the mass that was supposed to be his child. and he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry. this wasn't supposed to be happening. he couldn't loose someone he cared about again. he ran out of the hospital, not caring who he hurt in the process. once outside of the hospital, he couldn't seem to contain himself. he curled up on a bench and sobbed. he didn't know how long he was out there before he felt a hand on his back, warm against the icy cold surrounding them. he looked up. and upon seeing the mass of blonde curls, he smiled, having never been so glad to see anyone in his life. nessie he whispered. she sat beside him, seeming to understand that he didn't want to talk. vince hadn't hurt this much since his parents death. and this time, it was really his fault. annabelle would still be alive if she'd never met him, he'd have never had his child. she could be alive and smiling, or grimacing. it was his fault. all his fault. let's get out of here, i can't be in this place. it's depressing
falling in love
of all the people in his life, nessie was becoming a constant in his life. ever since loosing annabelle and the baby, she'd been there for him no matter what. sammie and sincidy were the only other people in his life like that. but unlike with sammie and sincidy, there was just this sort of bubbly happiness in him that was all for nessie. he was at sammie's house right now, watching cadence and taco playing around, more or less ignoring the rant that sammie was on. for all her teasing about his and nessie's being together, she didn't seem to think it was such a good idea anymore. all she seemed to want to go on and on about was that vince was a womanizer and nessie deserved someone that wasn't going to break her heart. like vince would ever actually break nessie's heart. he could barely touch nessie without wondering if he might upset her or push too far too fast. the last thing he wanted to do was loose vanessa, or sammie really. they'd both been there for him and he'd come to think of sammie like a little sister. recently she'd fallen for another girl. and he was happy for her. she'd been spending too much time wallowing around about lindsay. vince turned his head to look at sammie, who seemed to have stopped talking and was now glaring at him in the adorable way that only she could. look sammie, how many times do i have to swear that i'm not going to hurt vanessa? sammie didn't look impressed. i swear sammie, i'm not gonna hurt vanessa. he paused, before adding something he never had before. i love her
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