Chapter 4

From that point on her life was known to her as a drifting dream, one filled with turmoil and confusion. Her and Morpheus tried in vain to repair their damaged love but in the end it failed. Distrought and aching to be back home she spoke to Vega Nightingale of her wishes. To her he was a friend, a unique one. He was surly, vile, and had the tongue of a snake, never one to give a compliment and quick to point out faults in others. In most peoples eyes he was a empty black-hearted man who cared for nothing but himself, but Dominique saw different. She could see the real man beneath the facade..and with his uncanny wit and harsh words she felt she had a equal.

For reasons of his own that even Dominique knew little of he offered to accompy her to Paris, to ensure she 'kept out of trouble' in his words. Weeks later they left the isle and boarded a train, setting the venture underway. The train ride in itself a struggle, sharp words and tempers flared, mainly her own.

Soon they arrived in Paris. Dominique pushed past Vega to hastily depart the train and his side to draw in a breath of air and momentary peace. Anxious to get underway with the venture Dominique led Vega through the bustling Paris streets to rent a car which would take them to where her life began and in some ways ended. Driving along a old worn road, unpaved and unever from lack of use they drove towards her hometown. Reaching the bridge she stopped the car and stared at the old bridge, struck with memories she wished she could forget.

Looking to Vega she frowned lightly, "This is where we have to go, across the bridge, it will take us into town." she said with a tone that made it evident she was uneasy. Following her hesistant steps he asked of her seeming troubles, in which she told him of as she crept across the bridge, hearing the old wood creak beneath her boots. They arrived to met a cluster of buildings. Dilapitated and crumbled down, the scent of death and desolation thick on the air. That night they slept in the abandoned Inn amid layers of dust and decay.

The next day Vega found Dominique outside the Inn, cleary troubled and pacing relentlessly. Seeing him she frowned deeply and led him to what had spurred her worries. Pulling back a overgrown patch of vines from the side of the old house, which was where she was born, she sighed and pointed out the message she had wrote over three thousand years ago. "I wrote this.." she explained with a quivered tone. "When I was hunting my sire I wrote him messages within every town I passed through in a vain hope of finding him..I had given up..but look here.." she pulled the vines back further to show the message scrawled in blood beneath her own. He replied and he wants me back." fear emitting from her tone, a fear she could not hide even from Vega.

Departing the town she explained why she feared so, she didn't want to go back to him, the memories of when he captured her fresh within her mind. She had sought out her maker for answers but she no longer wished to have them, nor to encounter him. Driving back into Paris they checked into a lavish hotel, Vega making his entrance known to all by promptly shoving a blade into the valet's hand when he awaited for the keys to the car.

The next eve she accompied him upon his business ventures. They stopped at a plaza and attired him in a suit, causing Dominique complete frustration in the process. Vega thrived to cause havok in any way he could manage. Finally reaching the seedy tavern they both went inside after Vega fully infuriated her by offering her up to the gawking drunkards hanging around the entrance. She happily wandered on her own while he conducted business, business of which she had little understanding. When he later returned to her side she was paler than usual, her hands clenched on her lap so hard her knuckles were bone white. When he asked what was wrong she whirled around and stared at him with distant eyes, Please..can we leave from here now?" He reached out to halt her flee and inquired of why she wished to go so abruptly. Only letting her go when she promised to tell him why along the way back.

"He was there, he came up behind me and told me that he was watching and waiting and I would be his again..when I turned to look upon him he was gone." Giving little time for him to catch up she slammed the car's brakes and got out of the car hurrying into the hotel. That night he held her as she slept. Her having pleaded for him not to leave her alone, which was something she rare ever asked of anyone, especially him.

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