The Last Night
Disclaimer- I do not own Devil May Cry of its characters. I do own any characters that are not in the games, or anime.
Chapter 1
A young 16 year old girl named Patty Lowell was curled up in her twin sized bed, feeling lonely and sad. Hey milky white skin glowed in the darkness as the moonlight touched her. Her pillow was wet from the tears that came from her blue sapphire eyes.
She cried tears of pain and sadness. She moved her long silky blond hair away from her face.
There was a soft knock on her door. Patty ignored it, sniffled, and buried her face in the pillow. She heard the doorknob rattle and a sigh as the door remained unopened.
"Patty please open the door" she heard her mother say softly. She lifted her head up. "Go away." Her broken voice barely above a whisper.
"I just want to talk."
Patty turned over onto her back and closed her eyes. "Leave me alone" she said, making her voice loud enough for her mother to hear through the thick door.
Patty's response was a small sigh, followed by muffled retreating footsteps. Patty opened her eyes and sat up, her black cotton tank top and matching shorts ruffling loudly with her white satin sheets.
She gasped as she heard a loud gunshot outside. Could it really be him? she thought excitedly. Patty jumped out of bed and sprang to the window. She stuck her head out and squinted her eyes, searching the night for the man she loved.
Instead of spotting the tall, handsome, broad shouldered, pale-skinned mercenary known as Dante, she spotted a short, fat, bald white man.
He was walking drunkenly towards her small home. She recognized him easily by the beer stained grey sweatpants and shirt he always wore. Why doesn't he just die?
Patty groaned in disgust as her mother's boyfriend walked through the front door. She knew what he wanted. She shuddered as she remembered the first night.
The night he stole her innocence. She remembered him forcing her down on the floor while he slowly unbottoned her shirt. He pulled down her panties as she tried to push him away.
He kissed her breasts as she cried, pleading for him to stop. She screamed as he forced himself inside her, thrusting harder and harder. Her sweet virgin years were over.
Innocence was no longer a fact. The thought of when he took her most treasured item killed her every night and day. His kisses, his touch, his scent, it all took a portion of her soul.
Each day that goes by, each time he does it again, her soul dies, and she is driven mad with anger and rage. Her mother had no idea, she was always working late or drinking.
Patty had kept it a secret for three years, and when she had gained the courage to tell her mother she received a slap to the face. "That's not true. You're lying" her mother yelled. Patty could tell her mother's feelings for him were strong.
Patty sighed and sat on the window sill. Any minute now, she thought grimly. Ten minutes had passed and still nothing. It seemed odd that he hadn't burst into her room yet.
She walked to the door, placed her ear on it, and listened. "Why are you covered in blood Marcus? Don't tell me you killed her?" Patty heard her mother shout. "Yes I did" Marcus answered. "Don't even think about calling the cops or I'll kill you as well Sylvia."
"Get out Marcus!"
A loud smack and a sudden cry of surprise could be heard. Patty knew that Marcus had slapped her mother. She heard more smacks, glass breaking, and a gunshot. She gasped and hoped her mother was alright.
She quickly unlocked her door and ran to the living room. All of the furniture had been destroyed, broken into millions of pieces. There was broken glass all over the white tiled floor. Her eyes wandered as she searched for any signs of life.
Her foot touched something warm and gooey. She lifted her barefoot and saw a bright red liquid smeared under it. She wiped it off and sniffed it. Iron and salt... she knew that smell. She looked down and saw a trail of blood.
She followed the trail all the way into the kitchen, already feeling a cold chill run down her spine. What she feared is what she saw.
A/N- Please review and tell me what you think!! This story was inspired by skillet's song, the last night.