A/N: This fic is going to be VERY slow posting due to a lot of work needing to be redone, so be patient, its like lending me money, you will get it eventually over time XD
Full Summary:A great force of darkness is determined to get the potentially evil son of Sparda on their side, but they must resort to drastic measures to get the other twin out of the way and anyone else who might interfere. When an unexpected vampire acquaintance is found, he is roped into helping the half devils, but Older Dante has to point them in the direction of a certain mage, yet he is not how the time traveller remembers, but can they stop the darkness in time to save the 'evil' twin? (set a few months after BIA4)(Confusing I know, but what do you expect from something I write huh? XD blame Arow's lack of presence XDDDD)
Disclaimer: Arow owns Dante, Morwen owns Vergil, Capcom owns EVERYONE (apart from Druce, he is Arow's baby) various random characters from Angel belong to Joss, the evil characters are mine (oh don't look so shocked) XDD
Brothers in Arms 5: Breaking Point
Chapter 1: Annoying Allies
All that could be seen was a pair of ice blue eyes, glistening in the darkness of the shadows, full of evil and malice.
"Want half devil out of way?" the only demon that had a small amount of intelligence spoke up, daring to look up to the dark she devil.
A loud bone shattering crack resounded making the mindless minions take a terrified step back as the demon thudded to the floor, still alive but in great pain.
"Do you not listen to orders you worthless piece of scum?!" She demanded and kicked it hard, now completely furious, "I want him out of the way so I can get to the other, do you understand?" There was only a soft pained groan in response and she moved to attack it again.
A firm hand gripped her shoulder a moment, stopping her from finishing off the pathetic demon's life, "Calm down my dear, we are not going to get anywhere if you keep killing them off, they need to do their task so you can carry out yours," he smirked to her coldly, "You will have a hand..." another cruel smirk graced his lips, "In their demise."
The she devil glared at him darkly, not backing down at the warning look she received in return and she pulled out the dagger and handed it to the demon, "Mess this up and you will die; a simple stab in the side should do it, think you can manage that?" she snapped darkly.
The demon took the dagger and bowed low, leaving with the others to carry out its task.
Dante walked into the main office and walked over to there new persistently ringing cordless phone. "Brothers In Arms?" He spoke and sat down in the chair and propped his feet up on the desk, "Password? Address? Right. Yeah. Bye."
Vergil looked up from his book as Dante hung up, "got a job?" he asked.
"Yeah," He looked up at his brother, thinking the stranger's words over a moment.
Vergil nodded and put his book down, "what is it?" He moved to get his katana.
"Strange thing, they wanted me to do it, requested me by name," Dante rubbed the back of his head, uncomfortable with the situation.
Vergil watched his brother carefully and nodded then sat back down again, "You should get going then," he sighed, "be careful," he returned to his book.
Dante started, "You don't mind?" He looked at his brother puzzled.
"Of course I mind," Vergil sighed, "But I think you are capable of doing missions, besides you won't be alone," he smirked seeing the floating sword, "they didn't say how many of you were wanted."
Dante smirked at the floating sword. "Good point...But it was only a 'get rid of the demon that's on my case' thing, I'll be done in no time," He grabbed his coat, and weapons then made for the door.
Vergil watched his twin and a floating sword leave; he winced as pain shot through his head. The pain was not as intense as it had been when it first started but it could still momentarily immobilise him, he was just thankful that the searing pain ones were very few and very far between, he shook it off and he suddenly felt something ebbing into him. He stood and put his book down, some outside force compelling him to do so; he frowned and found he had to fight to control his body and picked up Sparda. The strong power of his father's sword flowed through him, ridding him of the dark, uncomfortable feeling and he started to work on his swordsmanship.
Dante made his way to the address the client had given, the sun was setting and the shadows were growing longer, the old warehouse was derelict and abandoned a perfect meeting spot for demons. Dante wondered why it was always warehouses. He walked inside not sure what to expect.
Spike walked through the empty warehouse, he was feeling uneasy about the job he had to do, he could sense a great demonic presence, and he froze rounding a corner...no...It couldn't be..."Dante," Spike grinned, "what you doing here?"
Dante lowered Ebony and Ivory, "I could ask the same thing," He largely ignored Spike and looked around for any threats.
Spike shrugged, "Here to kill some demon, the poof thinks I can handle it, but I'm sensing something bigger."
Dante glared, "I got a call for a demon hit job too, no specifics just that it was a problem."
Older Dante rolled his eyes and resisted the urge of banging their heads together; he held his sword and launched it to Spike, hoping they would get the message.
Spike saw the sword coming toward him but could not dodge in time as it impaled him, "watch where you're pointing that thing you nonce."
Dante looked at the now impaled Spike then closed his eyes and stretched his senses; there was nothing else demonic for three blocks besides the three of them. "I was sent to kill you..."
Spike rolled his eyes, "I gathered that," he winced as the sword pulled out of him, "So," he shrugged, "What we gonna do? I really don't think I could kill you...especially two of you."
Dante smirked. "We were set up; the caller asked that only I go...but why?"
Spike frowned, "Vergil's alone?"
Dante summed it up in one word, "Shit," He took off back to Brothers In Arms as fast as he could.
Vergil lowered Sparda and replaced it on the wall as Dante burst into the shop, "Something wrong?" he asked worriedly, seeing his twin's expression.
Dante took a deep breath "Yeah, I think it was a set up, they sent me to kill…"
Spike entered the shop and looked around; it was much tidier than when he was there before.
"Him," Dante finished.
"So you're still here then." The vampire looked at him.
Vergil frowned, "What?" he sighed, "Why would you be set up?" something didn't seem right.
Suddenly the doors and windows crashed open and demons poured in, Vergil found he was being pushed away from Sparda and his brother, he flicked out his glove weapon, and he started slashing into the attacking demons, but for every one that fell, dozens more seemed to take its place.
Dante looked at the unsuspected demon attack and let his guns do the fighting.
Spike was barely aware of the demon horde entering the room until he was shoved to the floor as the creatures were making their way toward Dante.
Dante jumped to avoid a scythe, they were to close, he pulled Rebellion off his back melee was always better for close range combat. Where were they all coming from?!
Vergil realised that he was going ignored and they were concentrating on attacking Dante, he was about to fight his way to Dante but he just lowered his sword and moved away from the fighting.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Spike demanded seeing Vergil walking from the fighting but he got no answer, he rolled his eyes and tried to fight his way to Dante.
Fighting at such close quarters was getting tiresome he needed to get some space between him and the demons. He back flipped over the lesser demons behind him, slashed at there backs, but his attempts were futile, and he was soon surrounded again.
Spike frowned seeing something very humanlike edging closer to an unsuspecting Dante he tried to get closer to it but was being held back.
The creature evaporated into a shadow, still holding the dagger, it surrounded Dante and stabbed him in the side pulling the dagger out after a good twist.
Job done it let out a howl and the demons started to leave.
Dante winced at the stealthy attack how had he missed that, he fought on taking as many of the retreating demons as he could.
Spike looked around, what the hell was happening? Demons never gave up like this let alone retreated, something was not right, he looked to Vergil, who was standing in a corner of the room, his eyes glazed.
Dante holstered Rebellion and looked around the room, "That was random."
Vergil's eyes cleared and he looked around, "what happened?" why did the place look a mess?
Dante looked at his brother, "I'd like to know that myself," He looked at Spike questioningly.
Spike stared between them, "how the bloody hell am I supposed to know? He's the wanker that left half way through the act."
Vergil glared darkly at Spike wondering why Dante had brought him here.
Dante looked from Spike to Vergil then back, "What?"
Vergil frowned, "I never left the room...demons were here one minute and gone the next."
Spike stared at him, "You bloody well saw him getting piled on and you walked off."
"No," Vergil shook his head sharply, "I wouldn't leave him in danger..."
Spike just cut him off with a snort.
Dante shrugged suddenly feeling tired. "I don't really care much at the moment, I just want to know why I was sent to kill you and vice versa."
Vergil looked at Dante's sudden change in demeanour, "what is it?" he asked in concern and his eyes were drawn to a nasty looking gash in his side. "It's not healing," he observed not hiding his worry.
"Huh?" Dante put his hand to the one wound the demons had given him, his hand came away covered in blood. "What?" He looked up at his brother confused.
Vergil moved to Dante and guided him to the sofa, "Lie down," he ordered.
Dante protested and sat down looking at the gash, he'd never had a wound that didn't heal within moments.
"Let me see," Vergil ordered sharply as Dante kept the wound close to him.
Spike just stared between the two and he went unnoticed to rifle through the fridge for anything alcoholic.
"Dante," Vergil warned as the younger just stared.
Dante looked at his brother, then back at the wound, utterly perplexed.
Vergil pushed Dante down so he could better look at the angry looking wound; he probed it gently and suddenly pressed the wound hard.
"Ah!" He pushed Vergil's prodding hands away, "That hurt."
Vergil just stared at him and gripped the attacking hands and continued to inspect it.
Spike entered the room hearing the hiss of pain.
Vergil just continued to inflict more pain on Dante with an expressionless face.
Dante grit his teeth. What the hell was going on? "Just...Just leave it." He growled at his brother.
Vergil stared at Dante as Spike set the down some warm water and clean cloths; Vergil wet a cloth and started washing the wound.
Dante winced, "Why am I suddenly not healing?!"
Vergil shrugged slightly and bound the wound, "It should heal," he commented.
"But it should have already healed," He continued stubbornly.
Vergil just stared at him and moved away.
Spike watched Vergil, he was acting odder than usual but thought not to comment, he didn't want to end up in an ashtray.
Dante sat up grudgingly and looked down at the bandaged wound. "This doesn't make sense," He grumbled.
Vergil blinked several times and watched Dante silently, a dark light in his eyes.
Dante looked up at Spike "What are you still doing here?"
Spike blinked and shrugged, "Dunno really," he turned to leave but was being held in place.
The phone rang.
Vergil picked it up, "Brothers in Arms?"
"Stick mini me on," Older Dante ordered.
"For you," Vergil offered the receiver to Dante looking listlessly.
Dante snatched to phone and listened.
"I'd keep him round, I get the feeling something's not quite right here," Older Dante said.
Dante quirked an eyebrow and looked at Spike.
"Just try not to kill him, he may have his uses."
"Fine" Dante submitted. "Looks like you can stay."
Spike looked around, "Oh goodie...just try not to get too trigger happy ok? I'm not a target."
Dante 'hmf'ed and got up and put the phone back.
Vergil watched Dante a moment longer and grabbed Yamato and left the shop.
Dante turned to see the front doors close. "Verge?" He walked to the doors only to stop half way, wince and double over holding his side.
Spike was at Dante's side, "come on mate, just take it easy," he sat Dante down on the sofa.
Dante sat down and growled. "Now I'm just pissed off. And where the hell did he go?"
Spike shrugged with a sigh, "Could have been anywhere," he sighed, "Just have a rest, perhaps it will heal in sleep."
Dante looked at Spike sternly. "You don't understand it should have healed already, none of this makes sense."
Spike glared at him, "Don't be a stubborn nonce."
Dante replied by punching Spike in the face, and smirked down at the vampire sprawled on the floor.
Spike's legs kicked out at Dante connecting with his wound.
Dante cried out and clutched his side; he could practically feel the colour drain from his face. He pulled out Ebony and aimed it at Spike.
Spike stared as Dante paled considerably, "Sorry mate, but if you keep attacking me like this then I'm not hanging around, you can figure it out on your own, now, try and get some rest, you look about to drop dead."
Dante's hand shook his grip loosened on Ebony and he quickly holstered it, he made his shaking hand into a fist to quell it, then sighed. "Fine." He lay back on the sofa and propped his feet up. "Do what you want," He closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
Spike frowned as the phone rang but Dante was already lost to sleep, "What?" he picked it up.
"Stay with him and watch him carefully something is going on, I'm going to try and find out what, but I want you too watch over him." a familiar voice spoke.
"Who is this?"
"Dante," was the cheerful reply.
Spike stared at the phone and then to the sleeping figure, "what?"
"It's Dante," he repeated, "I'm his older self," he sighed, "I travelled back in time to change something and when the timeline sorted out I disappeared."
"You're the ghosty that's always stabbing me?" Spike growled.
"You're not the brightest bulb in the lamp are you?" Dante rolled his eyes.
Spike glowered at the phone a moment before it cut off he yelped as he was cuffed up the side of his head. Spike looked around but couldn't see his attacker, "Great," he muttered under his breath. "All I need, bloody ghosts." Spike looked on the bookshelf and noticed some interesting titles he picked up one and started reading, bottle of beer in hand.
A/N: first part FINALLY out, but major editing to do so it could take a while, patience is everything XD