Title: I Know More Than You Think I Do.
Author: Night8
Disclaimer: DevilMayCry is not mine okay!? Night is though. Ha I bet you're jealous. Since this is not mine I gain nothing from writing it so no one sue me please!!
"I know more than you think I do…."
Those were the words Dante would never forget. She had spoken them…that dragon girl or whatever she was. But she was gone now and Dante hated it. But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you what happened first. It's somewhat of a sad story…but sometimes-sad stories are funny…to those with no hearts.
Another slow night for Dante the Devil Hunter. It had been the fourth one this week. He sighed heavily and sank into his comfy chair. He liked his chair. He liked it very much. However, it wasn't very comfy anymore. Why you ask? Because Dante sat on his sword and for the fifth time this week he had misplaced it. He muttered an ouch and removed his sword from his seat. Before he could sit back down the phone rang. He stayed still as the phone rang…. "Crap…" he concluded. Picking it up he sat down and without saying hello the voice on the other line gave him quick orders and hung up. Dante raised his eyebrows and shrugged. He was to meet and kill a demon at a nearby graveyard which has been abandoned for years….great. But it wasn't his fault the pay was so high. He needed the money; he was tired of eating old candy bars for breakfast, lunch and dinner. While checking his weapons he heard someone singing softly. Whoever it was had a beautiful voice…almost like his mothers---no horrible memories! Dante shock away the thought and went out to his car, the voice still singing the sweet melody.
I know more than you think I do
Although I am afraid.
Of things that are so new
And things I couldn't do.
I know more than you think I do
Although I am so scared.
Of losing you again
My lover and my friend…
That song was haunting him throughout his drive. It brought terrible memories. Some Dante didn't even knew he remembered. It wasn't cool. He remembered the sound of his mother screaming for some reason and he almost burst into tears! Normally he would be able to handle it…but this time it really got to him. It was a kind of sadness that over whelmed his mind. Not normal sadness though…..this sadness was much darker. Like a darkness hidden inside him that he couldn't reach.
United and without a cause I wander endlessly.
The symphony of angels seems to love haunting me.
A tragic night and no stars bright, a scent of blood in the air…
I know more than you think I do although I am so scared….
Night looked around for any sign of the demon hunter. She had been wanting to fight him for years. Payback, she thought. This is payback for killing my mother….
She grinned slightly. Yes the thought of torturing him sounded delicious. She would bring the demon hunter to his knees. He would beg for mercy and beg for her to stop. However, she wouldn't be hurting him physically; it would be a more emotional type of pain. "Oh Dante?" she said in a voice not her own. "You're gonna love seeing your sweet mother again. I'll make sure of it…" An evil grin grew across Nights' face. She began to sing her haunting melody:
These nights past dreams are only fears of losing life once more.
Oh can't you see me in your dreams…. to torture…you…once…. more….
Damn that song and whoever the hell is singing it, Dante thought. Still, they had a beautiful voice. Almost angelic…. almost. Once the demon hunter reached the graveyard the singing stopped it was replaced by his mothers' screaming. His eyes widened with childhood fears. No…. he thought. Mother that can't be you…. He ran to the source of the screaming and saw a woman. She was about twenty-one or so, tall, slender with raven black hair. She had her back facing him. Dante took a step forward. The woman turned around her eyes closed. Who the hell is this? Dante thought. I thought I was supposed to fight a demon not some girl.
"I know more than you think I do…." She muttered.
Her eyes opened and revealed soul-piercing eyes the color of the mid-night sky. A dark blue…. they were almost black.
"I know more than you think I do Dante…. much more…."
An evil smile grew over her face. Before Dante could react he was pinned down on the ground with a scythe at his neck. The woman grazed her lips against his.
"Who are you?" Dante demanded. The scythe was almost slicing his neck. If he had said anymore his throat would have been slit.
The woman gave him a soft kiss, "My name is Night," she said slowly. "And you killed my mother."