Licking her suddenly dry lips, she sat up straighter on her bed as she looked imploringly at Vincent. “What has the necklace got to do with anything? You never really answered.” She would start with that one, she decided. Vincent nodded and then sat beside her, taking her hand in his. “It’s a long story, but that necklace controls me in a sense. It controls my heart, because in essence it is my heart.” Wendy gasped as she picked up the ruby locket and looked at it closer, with it now seeming to weigh more. “H-How?” she asked, still looking at the finely detailed necklace. Vincent sighed and looked to the window. “A witch by the name of Serafine charmed the necklace in hopes that it would force me to love her. This was hundreds of years ago. We met as I was hunting for another feed and I happened to fall upon her. Compulsion doesn’t work on witches, as I quickly found out. The night was dark and cold and I found it odd that a young damsel was out on her own.
