"Wakey, wakey." Someone said as I struggled to open my eyes. "Come on, wake up."
"Huh?" I mumbled, my lavender eyes slowly opening and once my vision cleared I groaned. "Not...you again."
"That's a nice thing to say. After I saved your life and brought you back here." The hunter grumbled as I raised a hand to my forehead. "Maybe I should have left you out there."
"Then I probably would have died and you'd have a body on your hands." I replied as I leant back against something soft. "Hmm...where am I?"
"Devil May Cry." The hunter answered, leaning back against a large oak desk. "I'm Dante, your hero." He told me, giving me that same smile and I rolled my eyes towards the ceiling. Only to wish I hadn't when I just about fell off the couch and he stepped towards me. "You might want to stay still. Unless you want that arm of yours to heal crooked."
"Doesn't matter. It should heal...soon." I whispered, feeling pretty lighheaded. "Do you...have any painkillers?" I mumbled, leaning back against the couch.
"Never needed them." Dante answered and I sighed, closing my eyes. He heard the words 'never mind' then I was out, breathing slowed and he shook his head. "Wonder what she meant by 'it should heal soon'?" He repeated.
Hours passed and when Dante heard a noise coming from the couch he turned from his pizza only to see my eyes half open. Grinning, he headed over and I looked up as he towered over me. "Hey finally awake?"
"Ugh...feel like crap." I muttered and he let out a chuckle, causing me to glare at him. "What, never heard a woman curse before?" I growled as I raised myself up with my working arm. Pressing a hand to my forehead I winced at the pounding headache making its presence known. "Please tell me you have an asprin...I'll take anything right now just make this headache stop."
"Like I said I don't really carry painkillers. You're just going to have to be tough and wait it out." Dante answered and I groaned, closing my eyes as the room spun. "Geeze you're full of problems aren't you?"
"It's because of...my arm. Takes a lot...out of me to...heal it." I whispered and that caught his attention, giving me a curious stare. I gagged then, clamping a hand over my mouth. I heard a crash and suddenly there was a waste paper bin shoved into my hands and not a moment too soon. Puking up my last meal in front of my rescuer wasn't the best way to introduce myself but with all my energy going to healing my arm I couldn't do anything about it. Just as my stomach emptied itself, I heard a quiet chuckle.
"You owe me a new bin." Dante muttered, arms crossed against his bare chest. I would have laughed if I didn't have the dry heaves right now and once I set the bin down I rubbed a hand against my now empty and sore stomach. I yawned then, leaning back against the couch he'd left me on and promtely fell fast asleep much to the amusement of Dante.
Early the next morning I stirred, letting out a loud yawn. "Hmm...still here." I mumbled, running an open palm through my shoulder length black hair. "Wonder where...speak of the devil." I muttered as Dante wandered into the room, a towel wrapped around his pure white hair.
"Finally decided to wake up, huh?" He said, a tiny smile on his face as he dried his hair. "It's funny but I didn't catch who I rescued."
"My name is Lilith." I replied, growling when he burst out laughing. "And what's so funny about my name?" Once his laughter died down he fixed me with a cheeky smile.
"You're named after a demon and you hunt demons. Pretty interesting." Dante answered and I blushed, crossing my arms against my chest.
"Do you have to make fun of me? I didn't chose my name, my parents did. I think so anyway." I replied, leaning back and Dante frowned. Moving towards the couch he stood against it, arms crossed.
"So you don't even know who named you? Not very bright are you for someone claiming to be a demon hunter." Dante grinned only to stare as I glared back at him. Climbing from the couch, I turned towards the front door. But I didn't get far when Dante moved to block my path.
"Get out of my way. You helped me so we're even now." I growled, pushing at him only to find it was like trying to move a brick with my fingertips. Impossible when with a light push he knocked me backwards, winding me when I hit the couch backwards.
"Uh no we're not. I took care of you so you still owe me." Dante told me, trying not to laugh as I lay on my back.
"Excuse me but I seem to recall asking you for painkillers, twice, and you just said 'you didn't have any'." I shot back, struggling to sit up. "Besides I healed my own arm."
"How did you do that anyway? Are you some kind of half breed?" Dante asked and just for a brief second he saw my eyes glow. Faster than I thought possible the same sword he used to dispatch my demon was suddenly poking me in the throat. Unable to speak at the risk of being skewered I froze, eyes staring as he eyed me. "Answer me." He growled and I lifted my hand slightly pointing to the sword, the point drawing blood. Once he lowered the sword I let out a gasp, staring directly at his face.
"I don't know what I am. All I know was no one wanted me. Maybe this is why my parents abandoned me." I whispered, feeling tears welling. Quickly I wiped them away, shocked that I was acting like a child again.
"Geeze stop with the waterworks. Fine then you can stay at least for a little while. But if you're staying here you need to earn your keep." Dante told me and I nodded, unable to hold back a sniffle. "So how's the arm?" He added and I lifted my arm, carefully waving it around.
"A little sore but I'll live. Unlike that demon." I grinned, feeling a little better. Right until my stomach growled and Dante burst out laughing, my face heating up with a blush.
An hour later I sighed, feeling much better as Dante sat behind his desk.
"I can't believe you ate half of my pizza. Where did you put it all?" Dante asked and I opened my mouth to answer. Instead I burped and after covering my mouth for a few seconds I started to giggle, Dante soon joining in.
