Vincent and Jennifer made it to the parking garage level, thankfully quicker than they had anticipated, considering no one was using the elevators, nor were there any nosey neighbors asking questions they would have rather not heard the answers to. As the elevator doors opened, Jennifer felt a bit unsteady on her feet, almost stumbling forward until Vin held her steady by the arm.

“Wow, a bit too much wine I’m afraid” She smiled, holding onto the railing as she walked with Vin through the doors into the garage entrance. “But, I’ll be fine, you don’t need to be my crutch or anything.” 

“Better than having you fall on your ass” He grinned, grabbing the car keys from her hand. “Or...crashing your car.” He hit the [i]lock/unlock[/i] button a few times to pinpoint where her car was by the quick chirp of the alarm siren. “C’mon, you’ll be fine once you’ve had a chance to sit.” 

Vincent opened the passenger’s side door, and slowly helped her inside. 

“So when did you become such a gentleman?” Jennifer mused aloud. “I can’t even remember the last time someone made a gesture like that.”

“I guess I have my moments.” He shrugged, grabbing the door and leaning in a bit. “Just remember though, if you do decide to throw up, this is [i]your[/i] car.” He said giving her a little nudge before closing the door.

Vin turned to find a gun pointed at his head, and the man behind the gun not appearing to be in a mood for many words.

“[i]Okay[/i]...so I’m guessing you’re not valet?” Vin said with a straight face, as though he were speaking directly down the barrel of the pistol. 

“Turn around asshole and put your hands on the roof.” The guy in the business suit said in a relatively calm voice as he patted down his new prisoner.

Jennifer opened the door and leaned her head out slightly. “What the hell is-” 

“Get back in the car, miss, you’re part of this too.” The gunman said pulling out a pair of cuffs and securing Vin’s wrists together behind his back. 

“You really don’t want to touch me, dipshit.” Vincent said, knowing what would follow. However, for once since all of this started, he hadn’t felt any of his inherent power reveal itself in any way, even under duress. The tattoos didn’t begin to move, and the feeling of his skin crawling never came. There was nothing.

“Oh please shut the hell up scumbag. You and the whore are coming with us to answer a few questions, so don’t make this any-” 

Vincent cut off his annoying speech by snapping his head back and popping the gunman in the nose, causing a bit of blood to run down his face. The gunman cracked him in the back of the head with the gun handle, sending him to his knees and writhing in pain. He stepped over to the passenger side and grabbed Jennifer by the arm, moving out of the way as one of her fists almost connected with his face. 

“Let go of me you damn perve!” She said, struggling to get free from his grasp, as she was pulled from the car and thrown to the ground, her head hitting the neighboring car door.

“Leave her alone asshole!” Vin yelled, trying to pick himself up. “I swear if you touch her again I’ll-”

“You’ll what, genius?” The man said, pointing the gun back at Vincent and pulling another from under his coat that he pointed at Jennifer. “We now have both of your sorry asses, and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it.”

Vincent gritted his teeth as he stared at Jennifer holding the back of her head. He was scared, probably more than he’d been in a long time, but not so much for his own life anymore. His thoughts and fears fell squarely on the girl across from him, and yet for once he felt helpless to do anything...

[@Xandrya]