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Heather walked into her sister's apartment, a spring in her step as she felt good about today. She just got done with a interview for a job and she felt like she made a good impression. She closed the door and swung her purse around, towards the nearest table.
"I'm home Cat and Vi-" She called in a sing song voice, but cut herself off when she heard something break behind her. Oh no...
She gulped and turned around to see a vase, Vincent's vase, shattered on the ground. She then saw he was in the kitchen, having walked right by him as he was spreading something on a piece of bread. But he too froze from the crash, and Heather felt her heart start to pick up pace as he slowly walked over to the damage.
"You broke it... " Vincent said in a low, dangerous sounding voice. Unfortunately for her, he was blocking the way out, so her only option was to slowly back away from him, deeper into the apartment. Where was Cat? She could probably calm him down about this.
"I'm so sorry Vincent, I didn't mean to! I-I was just so happy and-" She let out a nervous laugh before continuing, finding herself cowering down a little as he started to walk towards her. She could have sworn his eyes flashed a predatory golden color, from their usual brown.
"-I must have hit it with my purse! I'll get you another one okay? J-just tell me how you got it... ?" She suggested, soon running out of room and was forced to watch as he came closer, a downright terrifying look in his eyes.
"Vincent please.... You're scaring me, wh-where's Cat?" Heather asked, starting to feel tears swell up in her eyes as Vincent let out an aggressive, feral sounding growl. She watched in horror as his fingertips grew claws in place of his fingernails, his teeth enlarging and sharpening, forming jagged edges. She only ever seen him change once, and he was helping her break free of some binds, it was terrifying then too but this was something else.
"Catherine isn't here... " He growled in response, but his voice was almost unrecognizable. Deeper, darker, not even human... Heather found herself trembling, her legs threatening to buckle from under her.
Vincent then let out a haunting roar, and jumped at her, claws aimed towards her, and teeth barring down on her shoulder.
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Heather awoke with jolt and a frightened yelp, her heart still pounding from the nightmare. She was sweating and it felt gross, her hair was a mess, and she felt moisture in her eyes... She really was crying. Her hands patted over her body for damage, no claws tore into her, no bite marks on her neck or shoulder... She was alive? Before she could gain her composure, something swung her door open in a rush, and she yelped again. Like a child, she grabbed her covers and bunched them up below her chin, trembling.
"Heather? Are you alright?" It was Vincent, oh god, she wanted to cry more. The image of him attacking her was still in her mind, and she was trying to cope with what was real, and what was just a nightmare.
"I-I'm so sorry, p-please, don't hurt m-me o-or bite me or or-" She whimpered and buried her face in her pillow, unable to finish.
She flinched when she felt someone, probably Vincent, sit on the bed beside her, and then a large, warm hand engulf her shoulder. "Hey... what happened? It's okay, it's just me, Vincent." She heard him say, knowing that he was trying to comfort her, and perhaps in any other instance, him saying that would have helped.
But right now it didn't, she just kept trembling, and even let out a ugly sounding sob into her pillow. Her mind was trying to tell her it was just a nightmare, that Vincent wouldn't hurt her, he was here trying to comfort her after all. But the aftershock was still causing her distress.
"Come here, shh, it's alright... no one's going to hurt you." Vincent whispered in a deep, low tone, not sounding angry or anything at all. Instead, Heather felt him pick her upper half up, and hug her against his chest. His embrace was so warm and gentle despite what she knew he could do to her in just a split second. She found herself snuggling against him, still shaking, but understanding that it was a nightmare, that he wasn't going to hurt her, at least right now.
"I-I had a nightmare... I guess...." She shyly admitted, wiping her face with his black t shirt, and soon feeling a minor level of envy for her sister. She got to cuddle the Beast everyday. She was starting to calm down though thanks to Vincent's efforts, her shaking stopped and she allowed herself to feel comforted by the warm embrace.
Vincent hummed, she could feel it as much as hear it. "Wanna share?"
Heather mulled it over, sharing supposedly helped, but it was about him... And now she felt kinda guilty, even though it wasn't like she told herself to have a nightmare of him attacking and possibly eating her.
"I-it... it was about you... I came h-home and I accidentally kn-knocked over your favorite vase and-and..." She started to tremble again, looking up at his face to make sure he was not Beasting out on her. But thankfully, he was just smiling warmly down at her, though with concern in his eyes.
"Y-you... bit me, you w-were mad and-and I guess... I dunno… You ate me f-for breaking your vase?"
Vincent chuckled, though he cut it short, noting that she was still pretty spooked. "Aww now c'mon Heather, I would never hurt you, you're my sister."
Heather rolled her eyes, lowering her head onto his chest. "Your annoying little sister in law who almost got you killed a lot..."
A strong hand gently grabbed her jaw, lifting her gaze up to his again. "You are my sister, maybe not by blood, but that doesn't matter. You're family to me." He told her sincerely. "I don't blame you for not trusting me at first, but we're past that now."
Heather nodded and he moved his hand to cradle the back of her head. He was right, and it felt good to hear it from him. To her, he was family too, and like the brother she never had, and it made her feel so much better to hear that he felt the same.
"Thank you Vincent... that makes me feel better." She answered him, snuggling against him a bit more. She hoped Cat wouldn't mind, she didn't love Vincent on a romantic level after all, but she needed someone to cuddle.
They stayed in silence for a bit, enjoying each other's company, and Heather doing her best to forget the silly nightmare. She even found herself starting to drift asleep, feeling safe with Vincent with her.
"Besides... if I ever ate you, it would be gentle, and you'd go down whole~" She suddenly heard Vincent say, and she wasn't sure if she should freak out, or laugh. She heard him growl, but unlike in her nightmare, it was a gentle growl, not threatening or aggressive.
"Perhaps I should show you and put this nightmare to rest for good?" He offered, and Heather couldn't tell if he was serious or not. She opened her eyes, having not realized she closed them though, and looked up again, seeing that gentle expression on his face. There was no malice there, or aggression, just a kind brother in law that wanted to help. If she was more awake, she would have flipped, but he was so warm, and she felt so safe in his presence, she didn't want either feeling to go away. So she let out a giggle, and shifted to snuggle closer.
She wasn't sure if he was really going to eat her, but she got her answer soon enough. "Alright then, down you go~"
He let out a 'ahhh' as he opened his jaws, engulfing her head and shoulders inside with ease. His mouth was slimy, but even warmer than his chest. She was pretty sure that if she asked, he'd stop and spit her out, but a curious side of her wanted to see what it was like...
GULP
Vincent swallowed and she found herself slipping down his gullet at a rather quick pace. His insides were all warm, squishy and soft, but also slick due to all the saliva. Vincent didn't wait around as he softly gulped again, a happy hum vibrating around her, oh god he enjoyed eating her? Heather wasn't sure how to feel about that. She squirmed a little then, but it was a bit too late to do much, with just her legs hanging outside of his mouth now, she was Beast chow.
She wasn't totally afraid, just... maybe a little nervous as she eased down inside of a small, fleshy chamber, his stomach. The organ gurgled happily around her, while the walls kneaded and rippled against her, but so far none of the process hurt at all. She felt his hands ease her legs down his throat, followed with two more swallows to finish her up and fully tuck her away in his belly. She curled up in a loose ball, a bit amazed that she fit pretty well in here.
"There~ Just like that." He said to her, and she felt a gentle circle-like motion rub against her... he was rubbing his stomach, probably looking a bit smug, or proud of himself. Normally she might protest of the saliva in her clothes and hair, but she needed a bath anyway from sweating. Oddly enough, his stomach was pretty comfy too... It surrounded her in warmth, chasing away the bitter New York cold, and the muscular walls reminded her of his hug, assuring her safety.
"This... this isn't so bad... It's pretty soft." Heather admitted, not feeling like he meant any harm by his actions, even if it was a bit... weird. He had devoured her whole and alive, right out of her bed, but she couldn't find it in herself to be scared. Instead, she relaxed in the warm folds of his stomach. As she allowed herself to calm down and close her eyes, her last thought was wondering if Vincent ever did this to Catherine, and if he did, why she never talked about how cozy it was.
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Vincent remained on the bed for a few more minutes, waiting for Heather to drift asleep. He was glad that she trusted him for this, though something told him it was probably because she was sleepy already. He just hoped it wouldn't make her have anymore nightmares... He felt guilty about that, he didn't realize that he scared her so much to cause her to have such a terrible dream. It didn't matter what Heather did, he'd never hurt her, she was most definitely the sister he never had and he'd do anything to make sure her and Catherine were safe.
He rested both hands on the small lump in his middle, a bit surprised at how little she was. Of course she was always little, but he never seen her curled up or anything like that, it made it easy to just keep her safely nestled away inside. With a thoughtful hum, Vincent carefully slid off the bed, making sure not to jar Heather too much, as she was finally sleeping now. He didn't want to leave Catherine alone, so he hoped to sneak back in bed without disturbing either of the ladies.
The floorboards of course had to creak with each step, making him wince. It was probably due to the extra... 90 or so pounds in his belly. Thankfully Catherine was a bit of a deep sleeper, though she'd probably miss his presence soon and wake up if he didn't hurry. He rounded the corner into their room and saw her sleeping still, facing his side of the bed. He gulped and ran a hand through his hair, all he had to do was get in bed now... Shouldn't be hard, right?
He approached his side and carefully climbed on, though froze halfway when Catherine stirred. Vincent winced and waited to see if she woke up or not, watching as she wrapped her arms around herself and curled a bit under the covers, probably getting cold. He waited until she went still, before he finished climbing in and pulled the covers over himself. He laid on his back, not wanting to squish Heather by accident, before he delicately wrapped an arm around Catherine and hugged her close to him, feeling her subconsciously snuggle against him with a cute sounding hum. He smiled and let out a content growl, happy that both of his Chandlers were safe.
He soon drifted off to sleep himself, now that he was sure both of them were comfortable and resting. The morning might be a bit awkward, but he'll deal with that when the time came.