To Dispel the Demon

[InsaneTruth]

Beck looked to Vincent he was hurt and scary but he was still hurt. Vincent couldn't hurt him now. "Good night Ma'am," he said to buba "thank you," he watched her leave then got out of bed he felt shaky. he pt the stone back in his pocket to keep it safe and he took slow steps towards Vincent. Walking with such caution it was probably wierd to watch.

 

[Ricia]

"Good night." She said before leaving. Vincent was mostly curled up on the cot, his tail hanging lightly off it.


Shougen came in a few moments later, "Hey kid. What are you doing?" He asked. He had a bucket of hot water, "There is a bath in the other room. I suggest you bath. You smell."

 

[InsaneTruth]

Beck yelped. "um... I ... I ... I was... was just," he covered his face "Vincents... hurt..." he said quietly.

 

[Ricia]

"Yeah I know... He is bleeding all over." Shougen said, "Yo, ass hole. Let me stop your bleeding." Shougen said.


Vincent's tail twitched, "Go suck your master's--"


"Hey! Watch your mouth, Buba isn't my master." Shougen hissed.

 

[InsaneTruth]

"I'll clean it," Beck said to hopefully stop the aggression. "I... I am ok at.. at cleaning wounds," he stuttered "please,"

 

[Ricia]

"Whatever... I don't care. Just make him stop bleeding all over the place." Shougen said. He was exaggerating. The blood stopped for the most part but was matted about.


Vincent sighed and remained where he was.


"Look kid... He has to do what you tell him to." Shougen told Beck.

 

[InsaneTruth]

"I ... I ... I'll just clean the mess," Beck was uncomfortable with anyone having to listen to him. He took the water from Shougen almost falling over he set it down by the bed and knelt himself "We'll be ok Sir," Beck told Shougen.

 

[Ricia]

Shougen gave Beck a look before sighing and shrugging. He turned around and started his way out of the room.

 

[InsaneTruth]

Beck got a rag and looked at Vincent. "t...tell me... if if i hurt you," he said softly and gently began to peel the cloth of his shirt away to wash off the blood with the warm water. The boy was as gentle as he could be knowing when blood matted it needed to be moved tenderly not only that but if the shirt was stuck to healing wounds he could acidently open one if he wasn't careful. .

 

[Ricia]

Vincent hissed lightly, "What are you doing?" He said before turning around and knocking the boy's hand away, hopdully knocking the rag out of his hand too. "You should be over joyed right now. After all, I am the only you've ever hated. You did tell me to go die at one point." Vincent told Beck, looking down on the boy. His eye reflected a dull muddle up string of emotion.

 

[InsaneTruth]

Vincent did knock the rag out of the boys hand the boy was trembling and his eyes were tearing up a bit. "I... I still don't want to see you h...hurt," he studdered he was scared Vincent scared him. "Just... be...because you are scary ...and mean... doesn't mean I want ... you to be hurt," he swallowed and closed his eyes he didn;t know what to expect.

 

[Ricia]

"Says the boy who lit my tail on fire..." Vincent said with a short, "The tables have turned. I hope you realize I could he been so much worse to you... but you were so pathetic already. I was more tormentor to your tormentors. "

 

[InsaneTruth]

"But... that didn't cause.... th...this kind of hurt," Beck said shaking had he really hurt Vincent it would have made him sad and he would have tried to make it better. "I... I just... want to... to clean your wounds... I... I promise...I'll be gentle," he stuttered.

 

[Ricia]

"Hmph... whatever... I don't care." Vincent said before turning back around to lay down in the cot. His back currently looks like it has multiple burns and one stab wound.

 

[InsaneTruth]

Beck took the rag again and restarted Vincent could probably feel his hand tremble but he was still very gentle with the demon trying his best to take some of the hurt away. "i... I'm sorry," he said softly almost a whisper.

 

[Ricia]

"What are you apologizing for?" Vincent asked as Beck scrubbed away on his back. There were other scars about his back. His skin was black and dark, but they were easy to see. Some were deep and other's light.

 

[InsaneTruth]

"It's all my fault you got ... hurt Like this..." Beck said "All because... of me, I'm sorry." he repeated and leaned in to softly kiss his back after all kisses made Sherry feel better maybe it worked on demons to. He was still trembling like a leaf on a windy day though.

 

[Ricia]

"That isn't an understatement." Vincent told Beck, though he felt the boy's lips on his back. He didn't move and held his breath. This is punishment. Of course it was.

 

[InsaneTruth]

Beck went back to cleaning off the blood he felt bad Vincent was in so much pain. "Is... is there.... anyway I ...I can make the pain go away?" he asked running a very gentle hand under his shirt making sure he wasn't going to rip off any skin.

 

[Ricia]

"No." Vincent told Beck in respond to his question. There was a few ways, but none he could do right now.

 

[InsaneTruth]

Beck nodded and continued his cleaning. "i... I...um... could... could you take off your shirt?" he was trying to clean and he had run out of room to work and the shirt was the culpret "I'm almost... almost done." he told Vincent "Are... you hungry? after... I ... I can bring you something to eat,"

 

[Ricia]

Vincent sighed and sat up, pulling his shirt off slowly, though he actually remained sat up. "I'm fine. I ate yesterday."

 

[InsaneTruth]

"Ok," Beck said softly he had to stand since Vincent was sitting up "Well... I...I'm going to go take a bath... and eat a bit..." he told Vincent. he pushed Vincents hair aside so he could clean the stab wound he was thankful vincent wasn't bleeding much new blood so he was hoping that ment he was heaing well.

 

[Ricia]

Vincent nodded and yawned before laying down again. "You don't have to tell me.... congratulations, your a free man."

 

[InsaneTruth]

Beck touched his neck he actually missed it "good... night, thank you," with that he left bloody water bucket with him