The other chapter went fast and I apologize. I also would like to say that I sucked at the raping part, so sorry. Not happening again. I can assure you that. I'll try to make this one longer and not so fast. I don't own DMC. Thanks for all the reviews from the previous chapters.
Chapter three
"Anya, wake up. Anya!"
I forced my eyes opened as the shaking continued. Dante's face had concern written all over it. My eyes widen. If Dante was here then it meant that I was dead. He covered my mouth as I opened it to scream.
"Shhh," he whispered. "Can you move?"
His question made the last few minutes-hours?-resurface. My vision blurred and hot tears ran down my cheeks. He pulled me up into sitting position and let me cry on his shoulder. He didn't exactly hold me but it was close to it. Awkwardly, he patted my head. It made me cry harder.
"Anya," he said. "We must leave. I must take care of something before dawn breaks."
His words shocked me into silence. Had it really been only hours since I was kidnapped. I was sure it had been more. I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand. He took off his coat and put it around my shoulders. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I fought the urge to vomit as I felt the dryness between my legs. There would be time for that later.
Dante helped me off the bed. He held onto me as the world began to tilt. He fastened the buttons on the coat led me to the door. He opened it and we stepped outside.
"I thought you died," I whispered. The hallway was empty.
"I'm not easy to kill," he answered with a smile."It's what gets everyone pissed off."
"I'm not," I said. "I'm glad you're alive. I-I had started to think that I was going to spend my whole life enslaved and used."
"They aren't that lucky," he said. His words made me feel better.
The silence was disturbing and eerie. The nightclub or wherever we were, should have been opened, even in the early hours. No one slept in New York City not at night. I mentioned this weirdness to Dante.
"It is unusual," he agreed. He didn't say anything else.
The pain forced me to stop. I drew in a sharp breath. It hurt so much to walk. I forced myself to keep walking. I swore that that moment that I was going to hurt that man like he had hurt me. He was going to regret forcing himself on me. It might not be in this life but I was sure in the next. I wasn't going to let what happened to me change me for the rest of my life. I was going to keep on living like I have always had. This experiment would make me stronger.
"The blood on the bed," Dante said quietly. "Was it yours?"
Still it was hard to admit that it had happened to me. Blinking back tears, I nodded. No need to feel ashamed, I told myself. You're going to be asked this question a lot. So get used to it. Be strong.
"Son of a bitch," Dante cursed. "I should have prevented him from taking you."
"Then why didn't you?" I asked softly. That was the question, deep down that had been bothering me. Why did he let them take me?
There was silence. My ex-boss wouldn't look at me. There was no way he was answering that question, even if I was persistent. We took a right turn at an intersection. The air on this hallway felt electrified. I could feel it on the skin. The hair at the back of my head rose. Dante walked like there was nothing to be afraid of. He seemed so confident and tall. I got more nervous as the end of the hallway got closer. Something was off.
"Dante, why is it so quiet?" I asked.
He didn't even look at me. "Felix is being naughty," he said like that would explain everything.
"You're going to prevent Felix from being naughty?" I asked. There was something he wasn't telling me.
"More or less," he said. "There is something I need to give him." I shivered at the last words. "You'll be able to rest soon."
It was surprising that he seemed to care about me even if he was pretending. I could almost taste the change of atmosphere when we reached the end. It had a heavy, metallic taste to it. It set my nerves on edge. A sense of foreboding fell on my shoulders. I knew this feeling from somewhere but I couldn't remember.
"Do you know where we are going?" I asked.
He didn't answer. We took a right and a huge black door stood only five feet away. I stepped back, feeling the sheer over whelming power, radiating from it.
"We are here," he said with a smile.
"Something is behind that door," I said uncertainly. "Something wants to get out."
"A demon is crying to crawl up from hell," Dante said moving toward the door cautiously.
At first, I thought he was joking and I waited for a smile or something. His face remained expressionless. I broke into cold sweat as I took his words for the truth. Still that didn't prevent me from contradicting him.
"De-demons can't be real," I stammered. "They are just folktales and stories housewives use to tell their children so that they would go to bed."
"Believe whatever you like," Dante said. "I give a rat's ass."
"But they aren't real," I insisted. "Demons do not exist."
Dante turned and for a second I thought his eyes flashed red. "This is the real world," he said in a low voice. "It's time the little girl grew up and opened her eyes to the reality."
I hugged myself as I suddenly grew cold. Dante was insane he had to be. He raised his fist to the door but before he could touch it a black tentacle shot out of the door. He stepped back just in time. He did the most amazing this ever. He laughed. He laughed like it was the most hilarious thing ever. There was no doubt in my mind that he was insane.
"Can't keep them waiting," Dante said. I couldn't guess if he was talking to himself or not. He lifted his foot and kicked the door.
With an ear splitting shriek the door was blasted off its hinges. There was a loud crash and was followed by a cloud of dust and debris. A blast of stale, metallic wave of air came out of the room. I felt my face go dry. I covered my mouth and nose at the horrible smell of rot. I felt like vomiting.
"Sorry to crash your party," I heard Dante say as he stepped in. "I didn't get an invitation. Come to think about it my girlfriend was invited. Seems to me like mine was lost in the mail, huh?"
Cautiously, I walked toward the door way and peered around the frame. The room was richly adorned with white couches, sofas, coffee tables, and a bar at the opposite side of the room. An unmoving disco ball was hanging from the center of the ceiling. The air smelled like vanilla. There were ten men in the room, without counting Dante. All of them wore black tuxedos and no doubt had at least a gun on them. They were all starring at him like they had seen a ghost. Felix had gone pale. His eyes were the size of quarters. Something at the back of the room caught my attention. There was a small pool darkness seemed to have a mind of its own. Was a demon, really, trying to crawl up from hell?
"Y-you," Felix stuttered. "You're dead!"
I saw Dante grin. "I couldn't stay gone for long. I knew you would start to miss me."
Before Felix could answer, one of the other men stepped forward. He was black, tall, with long braided, black hair and silver eyes. There was something unnatural about him. His humorless smile sent shivers down my spine.
"So, you're the half-devil," the man said.
"Depends on who wants to know," Dante said.
Half-devil? I thought. What's he talking about?
"Your father, Sparda, was such a pain in my master's side. He sealed my master in the Underworld. The Great Al'zeth will raise the dead and kill the spawns of Sparda growing in strength to lay waste to this world."
Dante grinned. "He had a chance if you just hadn't told me what he was planning on doing."
The man laughed. "Son of Sparda, it does not make a difference whether or not I tell you the plans of my master. You will not stop us."
"That's what you think," Dante said.
"The Great Al'zeth will destroy everyone who gets in his way."
"I'll destroy anyone who pisses me off," Dante said drawing his guns. "Let's dance."
The hair on the back of my neck rose as small, black holes began to appear across the floor. I stiffed a scream as I saw what was coming out of the holes. I didn't know what to call them. There were many of them. One of the creatures had bird-like faces; others looked like mummies with scythe like weapons in their hands. Other creatures appeared.
They were huge spiders with the upper bodies of women. They looked like women; I wouldn't exactly call them that. These . . . devils rushed as Dante all at once. I looked around for a weapon I could use. Dante couldn't possibly handle all the devils by himself. I sneaked into the room. There was plenty of furniture to hind behind.
I darted behind a white couch that was nearer to the doorway. No one seemed to notice me. The creatures inched forward painfully slow. More black holes appeared and more things came out. The room was getting crowded.
"Enjoy the bash," the man said. "We have an appointment with The Great Al'zeth."
A red like barrier appeared in front of the man. All the people were behind the barrier. Dante aimed his guns at the creatures, a smile on his face. He pulled the triggers. I covered my ears, expecting to hear the gun shots. Nothing happened. Dante kept pulling the triggers but no bullets were coming out.
The creatures were dangerously close. All the devils in front raised their scythes. I stared in horror as the scythes pierced Dante's body. Blood came out of his mouth. His guns clattered on the floor.
"DANTE!" I screamed.
For a minute nothing happened. It wasn't like I did but I had to hope. Then, his arms moved toward the nearest devil and ripped its head clean off. The body burst into brown sand-like dust. The other devils looked confused. Dante did a round kick and sent the devils flying through the air. Most of them turned to dust.
"You fucked up my pants," Dante growled.
I felt my jaw dropped to the floor. That man was unkillable. What was he? Using the scythes stuck in his body, Dante tore through the devils. He kicked and slashed devil after devil. The spiders rushed at him. Dante ran toward the first one and at the last moment jumped in the air. He turned around and used his right leg to send the spider crashing into the space above my head.
I covered my head and ran out from behind the couch. Seconds later, the spider fell to the ground. I picked up Dante's guns as I dashed to the bar. I leaped over counter and crouched down. The guns felt heavy in my hands. I counted to five before peaking over the counter.
More devils were appearing. There seemed to be no end to them. Dante grabbed a white couch and hurled it at the new devils. He picked up one of the black coffee tables and used it as a bat. I ducked as a devil flew above my head shattering the wine bottles before turning into dust. I looked over the counter again.
My ex-boss was surviving but I didn't think he was doing so well. I crouched down again and looked at the guns. There wasn't much I could do. The guns didn't have any bullets in them. Dante had proved that. A sound above my head caught my attention. I looked up and saw a devil. On pure instinct, or rather on the pure instinct that I didn't want to die, I raised the guns and pulled the trigger.
Its head was blown off and it toppled backward. In that moment, I realized what just had happened. I had just shot something. What was the world coming to? Then it hit me. Dante's guns had fired! They hadn't been empty at all. Had Dante done what he did on purpose? I hadn't that he was capable of doing that.
I stood up and observed the situation. The silver eyed man and the others were safety behind the barrier. I could see claws on the side of the pool of darkness. Dante was . . . being Dante. He seemed to be enjoying kicking butt. I aimed the guns at n one in particular and started shooting. I moved the guns slowly to the right and then to the left. I didn't care if I missed most of the time. I just wanted the devils gone. I stopped shooting and for a second nothing happened but then, they all burst into dust.
"Why the fuck did you ruin the party?" Dante was pissed. He strode toward the bar. He snatched the guns out of my hands.
"Don't worry babies." At first, I couldn't understand who he was talking to. Then every puzzle fell into place. He was talking to his guns.
"Don't you have a bigger problem?" I asked pointing at Felix and the others.
The head and shoulders were coming out of the pool. The air started to vibrate around us. I could almost hear it crackle and spark. Dante sheathed his guns.
"How do we stop a demon from crawling up from hell?" I asked.
"Stand back and watch," Dante said grinning.
He held out his hand and, somehow, a sword came crashing through the wall toward Dante. He plucked it out of the air, twirled it once, and swept it down in an arc. He gripped the hilt tightly his hand and ran toward the barrier.
At the last moment, before impact, Dante raised his sword and brought it down on the barrier. A tremor went through the barrier. Neither Felix nor anyone else noticed anything. The gray, muscular, slimy looking demon was almost out. It only need from the waist down.
The lights flickered in and out until, finally, everything went black. A red spider web was appearing in the darkness. Suddenly, a red light exploded through the room. The barrier shattered. The shock waves knocked me back into the glass. There was a crash to my right.
My head rebounded against the wine bottles and glasses. In the midst of my confusion and pain, I heard a deep laughter and the beating of great, giant wings.
That's it for now. I know I took a long time but I didn't want to make it super fast. Thank you for reading and if you like it/ have an suggestions, or if you didn't, leave a review.