Venessa's pov.
Ignoring my cries and pleads, Vincent headed out of the room, with his grey eyes that while ago held warmth and love gone replaced cruelty and coldness and mostly a determination to kill. I know he's going to hunt them down and make them beg for death but do they deserve it?.
Hugging my knees closer to my chest, I stare out of the window feeling exhausted but my eyes are refusing to get some sleep without having Vincent by my side. Drop of tears fell into my cheeks. I started crying like a complete psycho for crying without no reason and the moment I realised I don't really have no reason to cry, I started laughing loudly wiping my wet cheeks while shaking my head. I'm going crazy. Why on earth am I feeling so emotional these days?.
Laying down at my back, I closed my eyes willing myself not to give in. I don't want to sleep yet. I want to wait for him to come home but it seems impossible. I'm too tired. So I did what I thought was the best I succumbed to sleep.