Salva Nos

A/N: I couldn't help but notice that there's a large fanbase for Vincent and a distinct lack of delectible smut biscuits involving him. This is sort of one of those "What really happened" situations....sort of. I kept the dialogue and tossed the character movement (obviously) It's also the first piece of smut I've ever written. I usually keep it PG-13. Vincent is sadly owned by Konami. Some of the dialogue is from the Konami game Silent Hill 3. I don't own that but I do own any original bits that you don't recognize from the game...namely the smutty bits. :-D
Feel free to review...just don't flame me or my Rent-a-Pyramidhead Security Guard will stick his spear up your nose.
Oh yeah, bits with three asterisks *** are internal thoughts.

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They have come to witness the rebirth of paradise....despoiled by mankind.
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I brought the greatness and the glory. I poured my heart and my power into the edifice, knowing that the churches of old even with their mystique and pomp were pallid shadows of MY church. It was a temple befitting of God. I had eagerly awaited the rebirth as all followers had, freverently praying that soon the day of salvation would come. And if God happened to bestow favors upon me for creating such a testimony to her greatness then so be it. Blessed are the deserving.

So daily I spoke the dark masses hailing the ancient spirits of the town in reverence.
And I passed the collection plate.
And nightly I spoke the dark masses, crying to God for salvation and rebirth.
And I passed the collection plate.

Of course *she* wouldn't agree with it. Claudia. There are the devout and there are zealots. Claudia longs for the rebirth to come yet she cannot see the beauty of this world, even though it looms around her in these walls. These very walls - made not just of stone but of gold. Of the savings and life's blood of the faithful. This world can be so exquisite. So truly exquisite...I saw that in *her*.

God help me, Claudia may damn me as a sinner, but the delights of this earth are not only found in pockets and purses....

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Heather rounded the corner and brought her pipe in a sharp downward arc into the head of one of the monsters slurping its way loudly across the floor. It crunched sickeningly. She didn't know how many of these disgusting creatures she had killed but the noises always made her stomach lurch and churn threatening to coat the floor in recently ingested health drinks.
"Ugh!" she groaned kicking the thing in the head until it uttered a low guttural noise, flailed a bit and lay still, its blood oozing through the open holes in the rusted chain link floor.
Heather stared with resignation at the unopened doors before her. One was locked. Well, that was a problem that could be solved later. It gave her a respite of knowing what was waiting for her behind the flimsy wooden portal. The other door, however, gave way and she found herself in what looked like a doctor's office. A doctor with VERY bad taste. The room had the musty odor of long abandoned books along with the sweetish rot that was prevalent throughout the majority of the building. That's when she saw him.
Whoever he was, he was sitting in a plush chair behind a desk. His face could only be described as wolfish. He had sandy hair that may or may not have seen a comb any time recently and a dusting of five o'clock shadow covered his thin face which wore a permanent smirk. The smirk of a predator presented with an incomparable feast. She could make out above the desk that he was wearing a brown vest and a slightly open white shirt. Not the best dresser in the world but better than rotting clothes stuck to a maggot ridden body. And certainly better than something that only vaguely resembled a human. Or a chicken. Or a large and very grumpy windmill.
"Heather...that's what you're called now, isn't it?" He eyed her through his wire rimmed spectacles and let one corner of his mouth rise in that smirk again. It made the tiny hairs on her flesh prickle into goose bumps.
"And who are you?" Her emotions were mixed. She was wary of this newcomer...but he was in fact another living, breathing person. And he seemed a bit less daunting and spectral than that weirdo Claudia.
He smiled reflexively showing off a line of perfect pearly teeth, "The name's Vincent. Don't forget it, Okay?"
***She won't soon forget me....***
"I'm on your side," he added silkily.
Heather wasn't buying it. Something about the smile. The stare. Just being in the room with him. She couldn't put her finger on it but she knew he couldn't be trusted. "So you say...but how do I know you're not with her?" The last thing she needed was to spend her time to one of the weirdo's lackeys.
The air suddenly became tense and Heather found herself wondering if she should have shut up sooner.
"Her? You Mean Claudia?" He was unable to hide the disgust in his voice as he rose from his chair and Heather instinctively stepped back. "Please, don't lump me together with her. She was totally brainwashed by that crazy old hag..."
***Now just wait for a weak moment Vincent...***
"I guess crazy old hag is a bit harsh. She is your mother after all...."
***Or create one***
Heather suddenly started. "My mother? What do you mean?"
*That's right...come closer pretty one...*
"You don’t remember?" His voice took on that silky tone again and Heather felt a chill creep down her back.
***I bet he could convince people to do anything with THAT voice*** Heather thought....she had no idea how right she was.
"So Harry didn’t tell you anything. I guess he hid the truth to keep on hon his side, eh? That figures. He’s a pretty sneaky guy."
"Don't talk about my dad like that!"
***Dammit...***
He was immediately on the defensive raising his hands as he spoke. "Sorry, I apologize. Please, calm down." Raising his eyebrows behind his spectacles he appraised her quietly. She was observing his every move with those lovely amber eyes. He took a step towards her and felt a mark of triumph when she didn't step back.
"How do you know my father anyways?"
"I know everything. I know about your past too."
***Oh yes I know EVERYTHING. Every moment of every day I have known that you would come here. I know every centimeter of your body...the temple that enshrines God. How I long to worship there....***
Vincent's smile had gone from wolfish to vicious for a moment as the thoughts played through his head and then he softened it. He shouldn't frighten her....yet....
"Then tell me what's going on."
"You don't even know t"
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"That's why I'm ASKING. If you know something then tell me how I can put an end to this!" Heather was becoming exasperated with the cat and mouse game and the longer she was in the room the stranger she felt. Light dots of perspiration flecked her cheeks and the air felt thick and palpable as if she were breathing through a shroud.
"Not yet." He stepped towards her with long deliberate strides. "I think you should enjoy yourself a bit longer."
God he was so close to her! "Enjoy?" She choked the word out. "I feel like I'm going crazy"
***and maybe it isn't just the environment***
"Doesn't this place get to you at all?" She found herself staring intently into his eyes as she backed against the wall. Yet he matched her, step for step until the wall was at her back and she was mere inches from him. He was certainly as close to attractive as you could get...in a place like this.
"Oh it gets to me alright...." He rasped the words close to her ear. Then ever so gently he flicked his tongue along the soft line of cartilage above her earlobe. "I find it most fascinating."
Despite the oppressive heat she felt, she shuddered in a combination of revulsion and pleasure. Human contact had never felt like such a blessing and at the same time such a curse. She felt the stubble of his unshaved cheek scratch across her own smooth skin as he briefly brushed his lips across hers.
Heather felt like a deer trapped before an on-coming car. Staring death in the face...but with heaven in sight? She trembled as his tongue ran lightly over her lower lip. He licked again and then nipped drawing a slight trickle of blood which he gently sucked from her bottom lip. Then he forcefully pressed his mouth to hers.
Heather howled in protest, which only served to grant access to his intruding tongue which slid across hers. She instinctively bit down but the craven creature seemed to savor the pain. She tried to push him away, her hands square on his shoulders but with one deft movement he stepped forward, her hands slipping up behind his head futilely clawing at the air.
***Bast!!... ... ..***
Heather's thought processes ground to a halt. As she had slipped forward he had moved so quickly she hadn't noticed and he was now cradling her ass in his hands his fingers almost gently kneading its curves. Drawing her forward he ground his hips into hers so that she felt the erection that strained at his pants pressing into her thigh.
***A testament to your flawless beauty...an offering from your humble servant***
A primal drive in her had taken over and she found herself briefly pressing her body to his. Her mind was suddenly clouded. Images of the two of them against the wall - his pants unzipped, her skirt hiked up, moving in a tireless, merciless rhythm.
***BASTARD!***
She stomped on his foot.
Hard.
Composure came flooding back to her and she half stumbled half ran towards the door on the opposing wall.
"WAIT!" His voice was ragged and dangerous. HE was dangerous. "I wasn't finished talking!"
***And talking isn't the only thing I can do with this treacherous tongue.....***
Heather looked over her shoulder trying so hard to feel the revulsion that she knew was seated somewhere deep within her. "I knew you were on her side," she spat.
"How do you figure?" He tried to regain his bemused and haughty composure.
Heather simply stared him straight in the eyes and whispered, "There's something wrong with you too," before she slammed the door behind her.
On the other side of the door Heather leaned up against the wood, her breath coming in short gasps as if she had been holding it for a very long time. For one brief moment she entertained the thought of re-entering the room.
***I can't go back in there...that weird guy's still there*** she admonished before stepping forward to examine the table in front of her. A chemistry book.
Good.
Chemistry books were as decidedly un-erotic as you could get.