A/N: Sitting at home on a Monday afternoon, skipping class, because well… lecture's useless and I'd just be sitting there doing this anyway so… anywho, I'm just gonna move on to the story now.
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything, shocker, I know
A Shark's Smile
Amelia wasn't quite sure how to react to the man in her home, at first she simply thought that he was a stubborn son a bitch who didn't know when to give up but now…? Now she was beyond confused and a little bit frightened. Who was this man who had survived what had initially looked like mortal wounds to her? Who now had little more than a scratch on him? She decided to play it cool and just brush it off as though she weren't in the least bit surprised that he was sitting up and looking around like the injuries had happened months ago and not hours.
"Well Vergil, I hope you like pot roast, because that's what I'm cooking." The man looked at her, his head tilted slightly
"You're afraid of me." She stiffened, and turned around, trying to collect her wits
"I have no idea what you're talking…"
"I can smell it on you." That phrase definitely got a reaction. She froze cold, staring at him with wide eyes.
"What manner of creature are you?" she asked flatly, her hand inching toward her frying pan. She didn't think she could actually best a devil in a fight but she could hope that she could distract him long enough to run.
"I'm a half devil." He said simply, he was watching her, waiting for a reaction, she blinked, unsure of what to say to that, the first thing that came out of her mouth was actually
"How?" it was a dumb thing to say and she wanted to lasso the words back in the second they left her tongue. Vergil grinned, it was the grin of a predator and it caused an involuntary shiver to run down her spine.
"My mother was human, my father was a devil, I think you understand how those things work though so I won't go into detail." He was mocking her, she realized, toying with her, like a cat with a mouse. He went to stand and then winced, collapsing back to the bed, Amelia's nursing instincts kicked in and she took a couple steps toward the bed before she caught herself. So he still was injured…
"What were you doing in the field?" Vergil's eyes snapped to her. She was holding a frying pan like some kind of weapon, though in his current condition he didn't really want to be on the receiving end of a whack with it. She was still afraid, her heart still hammered away in her chest but her gaze was steady, she didn't seem surprised by the revelation that he was part demon, at least not disbelieving, that was new.
"I was in a fight. In the demonic realm, I slipped through the hellgate at the last minute, though I didn't know where I'd end up." The half devil stopped himself, unsure why he was telling her anything, he needed to get up, to start doing some more research this time, he needed to gain more power…
"A fight? With who?" she asked, he didn't know why she wanted to know, she didn't know of demons and their traditions, what did it matter to her?
"My brother." He said simply.
"Hmm…" she said, opening the oven a crack again and peering inside, this required her to turn her back and Vergil was shocked by the gesture.
"You haven't called for help… or tried to kill me." He said it as a statement but the question hung unspoken in the air: why?
"You're obviously still hurt and haven't actively tried to kill me, sure you've grumbled about receiving help but…"
"I could be just biding my time." He said, she huffed.
"You're not all devil, you can't be all bad, you look human." Vergil looked at his hands, he'd grown so accustomed to seeing either bandages or his demonic hide that seeing the pale skin beneath was actually strange.
"I could be. Not all humans are good either, most just as corrupted as devils."
"And many devils rose with him, sacrificing lives and titles to save the human race from the rule of Mundus." Vergil stiffened at name.
"How do you know that name?" he whispered. She looked at him, confused by the look of pain that crossed Vergil's features. His hand lifted to his chest unconsciously and touched the area near his heart.
"It's in the book of the Saints." She said, it was something that every child in Fortuna had to memorize. "Where are you from?" He looked so human that she was sure that he'd spent some time in the human realm, he had to have… A distant look crossed his eyes
"Many places… where am I now." The steely glint of control was back and she almost missed it, he looked so much younger when that iron control loosened…
"You're on the island city of Fortuna. The land once blessed with the rule of our Savior, Sparda." She said with a small amount of pride, not many people could claim that they lived in a holy city. He blinked a couple times at her and then snorted
"What's so funny about that?" she said, her hands on her hips
"It's just ironic." He said, shaking his head. "You live in a holy city and yet you let a devil into your house." Amelia sighed and turned back to the oven
"Maybe I'm just hoping I can win you over with my delicious cooking." She grunted as she pulled the pot roast out. Vergil rolled his eyes, she was still afraid and wary of him but he did have to admit… it did smell good.
A/N: Vergil you're gonna have to trust people again… and poor Amelia…
Till next time,
-Winged Element
