Don't Breathe | Vincent

Something had turned him onto Alaric a while ago. There was a draw to him and yet he couldn't figure out why the blonde wasn't exactly in his class. Until it had dawned on him. Just like clockwork. It was as if Vincent had known that Alaric would be headed into the woods today, just as he was gathering a few fresh and wild herbs. He could hear him talking to someone, himself. Had he been anyone else he would have definitely gone and done something idiotic with the poor kid. Help. There was the call again, turning to gather what he was talking about Vincent allowed the fine mist linger before him if only for a moment.

Rainsley was out here in the woods. Alone, and from what he could tell he was quite scared. That blip of insanity was all he needed as he stood, brushing the mixture of dirt and snow from his knees. Vincent pulled his hands from his pale leather gloves and pocketed them, his own fingers lighter in color as they blended with the ever growing white surrounding them.

Near silent, Vin had gathered his things and tucked them away into the pocket of his jacket and he moved to the main path, trying to follow his ears. Listening to the tones in Alaric's whispers. Eyes closed he tilted his head to the side allowing himself to open up the world around him before taking a blind step forward. If whatever he was afraid of couldn't be seen then the problem was much worse than he had originally thought. "I'm not going away, it's safe, you're safe. Nothing is going to get you." The words hadn't left his lips until he sucked in a sharp breath. Met with a mental barrage he turned again, his feet not letting him move forward anymore as he had come to a wall. The place in the forest that even his mind wouldn't let him go. Eyes opening quickly, taking a moment to adjust and refocus.

"Alaric." Even he himself wouldn't step further into the grove. It was either that or he wasn't welcome. "Alaric, please. Come here." There was a sudden sense of panic in his own chest as he watched the boy run his fingers through his hair. Hand reaching out, palm up, open and warm. "Please." Vincent could feel his chest tightening, but he had fought it off. Too many memories were flooding him and he was certain that what the boy saw was affecting his own sight.

The sound of his heart was drilling into Vincent's ears. The fear he could rightly see as the colors chnged dramatically. Almost had him. He almost had him by the hand to pull him out of there. There was a reason why he couldn't go any futher as he watched Alaric stumble back. Hitting the ground hard. Vin was doing his best to fight back the tears as he pressed his body through the invisible wall. Had he been mortal, human, or normal he could have passed through the barrier with ease, but still to some Vampires were seen as the darkest most dangerous creatures. Whatever was in this are didn't want that here and he knew that, but he had to keep trying.

Pressure surrounded his chest as it pressed hard against his ribs, compressing his lungs. The feeling of fingers jabbing themselves through bone, a chill gripping his heart and squeezing. Vincent hitched in his step as he scrambled to get to the boy. The differences between the two was stark as he struggled to even breathe. So he wasn't going to. Finally sucking in one deep breath he pushed forward refusing to exhale. His hand wrapping around Alaric's ankle, at this point he didn't care and he pulled Alaric across the ground out of the clearing and back into the trees. The pressure slowly releasing it's grasp on him and he could breathe once more. Vincent's lungs began to function properly once more and he pulled Alaric to him, tears hot on his cheeks. Grasping for him again to pull him into his lap and hold him tightly against his chest. "It... It's okay." Clearly Vin was still winded as he held the boy close. "You're safe. I'm not letting anything get you. Not again. Not ever. I swear."