3rd person pov

Rain started to sprinkle down as (y/n) and Vincent walked arm in arm down the street. Vincent would glance at the person on their arm. They looked like a painting to him. The way she carried herself, how they dressed, their features. But the thing Vincent adored about (y/n) was how they were still kind to him and his baby brother. (Y/n) also enjoyed Vincent's company. They could just walk quietly together looking at the windows. Even though (y/n) knew that Vincent was definitely a serial murderer they slightly admired the way that he would use the bodies to create art. 'His mother probably tought him.' (Y/n) thought to themselves. They didn't even know how right they were.

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Reader's pov

"Hey Vincent?" I speak up as the rain starts to fall even more. "Hmm?" Vincent hums tilting his head to me. "We should probably get under something. How about we go into the movie theater?" I tilt my head over to the building and Vincent looks at me for a moment. They nod their head and I smile as we make our way to the theater. More wax 'sculptures' stood inside. I tensed up but tried to shake it off. I think Vincent felt me tense up too because he let go of my arm. Setting his umbrella down he goes over and opens the door to the actually theater for me. "Thanks." I mumble and walk in. Almost all the seats were filled. The fucking bodies encased in wax. I gulped as I walked to find a free seat. Vincent walked off somewhere I'm guessing to start a movie. There was one free strip of seats so I made my way to it and sat my self down. The silence was deafening. Would I end up like one of these sculptures? Where would they put me? A million thoughts ran through my head as I sat. The projector started up and an old black and white movie started up. Taking a deep breath I sit with my legs crossed. Fiddling with the hem of my skirt/dress I watch the screen. A hand touched my shoulder and I flinched. "Fuck, Vincent you've gotta stop sneaking up on me like that." I sigh as the masked man sits besides me. "I'm gonna get you you bell or something." I mumble as he softly takes my hand in his. "Hmm." He hums and points to the screen. As we watch the movie I feel Vincent rubbing little soft circles into my hand with his thumb. They're sweet I think, but I still just feel a little uneasy knowing that he most likely. . . No If I'm gonna be stuck here I'm gonna try to be ok. It really isn't all bad. I never liked having to talk to people anyway so this wouldn't be too different. And it's not unusual for me to not talk to my mom on the phone for a few hours or even a day or two. Oh Gods how would I explain this to mom. 'Hey mom, I'm being held here for fuck knows how long. I've almost died twice. And I don't think I'll make it out of this alive.'

Shaking the panic I felt coming off I realized that while I was zoned out my head was resting on Vincent's shoulder. He had one arm around me and held my hand with the other. I let myself breath as I watched the screen. I guess if I were to be stuck somewhere there where worse people to be stuck with. A small smile tugged at my face as I sat with Vincent. He rested his head on mine as we watched the movie. It felt oddly. . . Comforting.

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Once the movie was over Vincent and I went back to our walk. I got to see the fake puppies in the window of a shop and I had to admit they were pretty cute. "Hey Vincent do you know what time it is? My phones at the house." I ask as the rain falls on the umbrella above us. Vincent reaches into his pocket and pulls out an old wrist watch. The strap was broken and it had to have been yeeeaaars old. Maybe their father's? Looking at the watch Vincent nods. "Twelve till noon." "Wanna have that picnic now?" I ask with a light smile on my lips. "Mhm." They nod before the two of us make our way back to the house. Humming a little tune I hold my hand out if the umbrella to feel the rain. "Hmmm." I smirk and look over at Vincent. "Race you to the house. Loser makes dinner." I smile. "Ok." Vincent nods and I start running. I knew I'd need at least a few second head start. The feeling of the rain on my skin gave me more energy than I usually had. Vincent was following close behind and soon we were almost to the door. Damn they can run! I could feel my heart beating in my throat as I ran, but even though I tried my best Vincent still won. Catching my breath at the door I look up into the blue eye that stared at me throught the mask. Even Vincent was huffing a bit.

Both of us were soaked by the rain. I couldn't help but laugh a bit as we entered the house. Vincent wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walk into the kitchen. "What a gentleman." I smirk up at them. "Come on, I'll get the sandwiches out, you start picking out something for dinner." I tell Vincent as I slide out from under their arm. As I looked in the fridge I start thinking. "Would you mind starting a pot of tea? We can have lunch on the porch." I ask my chaperone as I pull the peanut butter and honey sandwiches out. "These will be really good. When you leave em for a while the honey crystallizes. Fun fact, honey doesn't actually go bad for up to a couple decades of stored properly." Vincent comes up to me. Softly he takes the sandwiches from my hands. "Do you like honey?" I ask sweetly. Quietly he watches me as I twist my fingers together. "Mhm." They mumble and set the food on the table. Turning back to me Vincent raises their hand to my cheek. "Soft." He says with a slight sigh. I was entranced by this act.

As we stood together the tea kettle whistles. Vincent seemed to come back to reality and went to prepair a pot of herbal tea. He takes the tea pot and I take the food out to the porch. There was a small side table next to a couple of chairs. Thunder started booming in the distance as the two of us sat sipping our tea. I held out my hand for Vincent to take. I don't think I could say it out loud without questioning my sanity, but Vincent holding my hand and just the way that he held me, it helped me feel. . .safe.