Summary: When Alyson went to work, everything was normal, when her life was treatened she was saved by the famous Devil hunter, Dante. But with no way to pay his out ragious price, he took her soul, and told her she will have to work off her debt. By doing this she must do as he says and follow his intrustions very well. Will Alyson get her soul back.
There is some Dante OCC'ness in here, because it is impossible to know exactly how the creators want him to act.
A/N: I do not own Devil May Cry, or any plot events that I may or may not use in any of my publishes on this site, this all belongs to CAPCON.
A/N: Okay so the edit/preview thingy is going crazy with the spacing of lines. So please just look pass them for now.
-Ethin
Chapter 3
When I had woken up in the hospital, it felt as though I had been here for a few hours. The sky was dark, it was raining still, and the fog was thick enough to blind you. The street lights remind me of something you would see off of a coastal city, just random dots of lights everywhere.
I looked around, seeing a large window to my left, covered with the blinds and mini closet next to it. To my right there was a makeshift cart/table with a little pink pitcher, and a dry, empty, cup. There was another night stand next to my bed with a pink lamb to match the pitcher, and a recliner in front of it; that looked like someone had just used. The TV was in front of me, bolted to the ceiling; showing a black screen, along with the whiteboard underneath with a bunch of writing on it.
Curious as a cat, I looked at the board. It's my room so it's my business too, right?
Nurse: Kathy Willchauster
Doctor: Smith
Get Well Soon! 3
Date: July 14
My eyes widen in shock, as the calculations of the dates add up in my head. I had been here for five days in and out of a medicated coma. Now that I think about it, I remember some moments of waking up, and then-- nothing.
I looked around the room again, and still couldn't believe I was still alive. I glanced down at my arms looking for bite marks, and any other defect that was on my skin.
"Oh… My God…" My olive completion was now black and blue with some purple thrown into the mix.
Then, I finally registered the pain that hit my body. It reminded me of a tsunami crashing into a unsuspecting city. I cried out, hitting the side of the hospital bed, trying to press the button for help. The noise from the machines rang through my ears. Everything was burning, my throat started to close up, my chest felt like it was on fire, and my body was tingling. Is this what death feels like? Just as my thought passed through my subconscious, three nurses ran in. Two came to my sides to hold down my body, and the third followed with a needle at hand.
"She must be having a reaction to the medication we gave her." The nurse on the left hollered to the others.
"Hold her still!" The one with the needle yelled. With the quick swiftness of a professional nurse, I didn't feel the needle go inside my right arm. The feeling of my body and mind going into a strange relaxation, made me drowsy and happpy at the same time. I shifted my gazed to the single white rose that was lying on my night stand. Now were did that come from?
I giggled.
The warm sensation covered me, like a blanket of sun shine. Or the way whisky made your throat feel when it slithered down your esophagus. I smiled, I felt so carefree.
The nurse to my left place a cool hand on my forehead, "I bet you feel much better, I'm sure your boyfriend will be happy to know your awake now." She gave me a polite smile. But I didn't smile back.
When men tried to explain to me about how losing a hard-on not only sucked, but it took away a happy feeling too. I could never understand how a reaction or few words could make them lose it in an instant. I now knew how it felt to lose your happy feeling; your cloud blown out from under neither you.
"Excuse me?"
She gave me another smile, "Oh, I'm sorry I wasn't supposed to know." With the nurse now giggling she gave me a wink, and they walked off to leave me in my own thought.
What do they mean, 'No one was suppose to know'? I don't even have a-
All my thoughts cease to exist. My emotions started to swirl inside of me.
Fear.
Fear was in the center of this swirl.
Anxiety.
It mixed around, hopping around like a frighten rabbit.
And Need was also in this swirl. I had to leave, because if I was right; the nurses would be calling my so called boyfriend. And he would be on his way now.
I looked at the I.V's running around my body, in one arm and out through my hand. I knew I couldn't get out of it without setting off something. I had to think, I just had get the hell out of here before-- my thought process stopped.
The hairs on my neck and arms stood up, my heart rate started to galloped. My body gave a slight quiver. I looked up, and there he was, in all his glory.
"Oh, you must be so happy she is a wake? I was thrilled to call you, and give you the good news." One of the nurses said to him. Was she just flirting with him? I raised a brow to her choices of words.
He was leaning on the door frame, with his right foot over his left, and arms crossed with a single white rose in his hand. The 'Polos' he was wearing looked new, and they were. The dark blue jeans he was wearing hugged his hips, like the black ones did that night. And the white 'Hollister' shirt with the 22 number under neither the logo, just made everything seem real enough to fit the part of a boyfriend. Well to the nurses it did.
His skin had a radiant complextion, that brought out his cerulean colored eyes. And the sliver hair just made him look one in a million.
I knew better to believe the bullshit he was feeding everyone.
A smirk lifted to the left corner of his perfect face. "Oh yes, I am very happy she is awake. We have a lot to discuses, don't we my dear Alyson?"
R&R or Alerts work just as well too. -Ethin