Vergil-Dark Slayer 4-An encounter with Lady

Walking towards the run down slum area of the city, the Dark Knight Vergil, although in his purple suited garb seems to blend in perfectly with the area. Although normally noticeable he seems now next to invisible as the last strangled light of the evening sun lengthens the shadows around him. A cold wind blows about, whispering, and yet Vergil shows no reaction to its icy chill. Walking, pausing only for cars while crossing roads, with an air of unfathomable calm and composure that belied the ruthlessness that lied within Vergil's soul. Foot steps that hailed the inevitability of someone's demise, an angel of death that had been sent forth from Hell.

Her place was before him, a shabby rundown two storey in a mostly derelict area of town. Suppose She would prefer it that way, given her profession that likely occupies most of the time, he mused. Strange that it was so similar to his dear brothers. Vergil almost laughed aloud. Were it not for Dante's persistence at being the most disgusting slob in existence him and her would have probably gotten on fine.

Vergil remembers vividly how he casually tossed her aside, her human body so light in comparison with his own Demonic strength. He also remembered the girls fine good looks, jet black hair and fiery eyes that always threatened a raging inferno. She would find Vergil's own eyes, fathomless icy depths, a good contrast he was sure.

Footsteps, there she was, wearing her rather attractive battle gear. Vergil sneered, lets see how attractive it looks when she is impaled upon my cold steel…she didn't even look at him, amateur, even Dante would have checked before casually opening the door and waltzing in.

He had, while walking through the streets, allowed himself to take on his former appearance with human skin and eyes. The grey flesh that had been sapped of humanity and red glowing eyes had no place here. He would enter soon once she had settled in, maybe decided to get changed or relax.

Then, if Mundus allowed, it would be Dante's turn. The thought of Mundus brings a sneer of sheer contempt and loathing to Vergil's lips. Vergil, the son of the Legendary Dark knight Sparda, taking orders like a dog waiting for scraps from its masters table. In short Vergil hated it. Then an idea struck. Perhaps I'll leave my amulet for Dante, let him fight Mundus with our father's power, and then I will play my hand…against Dante, and then Vergil, what hope did Mundus have? Defeated in both worlds, Vergil smiles at the idea. Then, despite Mundus claiming he already had his father's power, Vergil would visit Dante and then force his twin to share whatever power the two amulets and the sword held, and then who knows? The possibilities were endless. Enough, it was time to make a move…

Yamato, not that hideous sword, in hand Vergil moves forward and tries the lock. The door swings open noiselessly. Vergil sheathes the blade once more. She was making it too easy. She must have had a hard day to be that careless. Then again she was only human. Calmly, without a sound, Vergil checks the lower rooms. All small, cluttered and somewhat grimy, one was a kitchen that led into a lounge like area. The last of the lower rooms appeared to be a training room. Weapons lined the walls and various bits of training gear filled the space-punch bag, sit up mat and more. Vergil's imagines her groaning, the sweat dripping off her, as she kept her fine body in shape. She was a dedicated woman to say the least.

He moves up the stairs, presumably to her room, there is only one door ahead. He could here a shower. He opens the door and finds himself awestruck. The top room is a beautifully furnished and well decorated bedroom. Another door that undoubtedly led to an en-suite, she must have had the whole floor refurbished and knocked down to make such a huge room in such a tiny house. The dressing table, a full length mirror nearby it, was dominated by a photo of a women who looked similar to the one he was about to kill, yet different. Her mother perhaps, whoever it was she obviously meant a lot to this lady.

Vergil remembers his own mother briefly, a kind voice always guiding Vergil and Dante, telling them both stories, teaching them, comforting them. It all seemed so long ago at a time when Vergil and Dante had been true brothers. Until the day the Demons came, they had slaughtered their mother. Dante hadn't been able to fend them all off without his twin. They had never been the same after that day. Vergil had never forgiven Dante for allowing their mother to die, and Dante in turn had never forgiven Vergil for not being their. They had remained opposites ever since.

The memory had shaken Vergil; this girl had cared for someone just like he had, and if Arkham had told the truth, lost a mother to the same evil forces that had killed his mother. How long could Vergil do Mundus's will knowing full well that his "master" was to blame for it all. Well they would see. Vergil wasn't as sure about killing this lady as before. How could he kill her?

The door opens, and the lady Vergil was supposed to kill, is standing their quite innocently in her underwear after a shower. It almost knocked the wind out of Vergil, a feeling of a rolling over stomach, reddening cheeks and arousal had replaced his so called composure. Who was Vergil kidding, he couldn't kill this lady. Not for the scum he had so recently agreed to serve. Not knowing, as he now did, that they might share both a common enemy and similar tragedy.

Lady looks up, alarmed, a small knife pulled from a leg sheath and dropping instantly into combat stance. She looks at Vergil for a moment, recognition shows on her features, closely followed by an expression of shock and anger. Her cheeks, Vergil noticed, were also reddening.

"V-Vergil, your al-What the hell do you think your doing here!?"

The uncontrolled outrage in her voice was almost too cute, he found himself smiling.

"What's the matter, not happy to see me?"

"Well, you're alive which is good and all, and yes I suppose I didn't want you dead. But what are you doing here, breaking in, without permission waiting for me to get out of the shower?"

Vergil chuckled inwardly, the girls voice shook in the knowledge that Vergil's eyes were gorging the sight of her near naked flesh. Clearly she was a little shocked at his appearance here but the question, although toned with anger, didn't quite match Lady's usual tone when her voice was imbued with rage. Vergil felt his trousers suddenly feel both tight and a tad uncomfortable in the lower regions.

"The truth is a story I'll tell you later M-"

"It's Lady, Vergil."

"Very well then Lady, I'll tell you later."

"And Why not now?"

"I thought that might be self evident."

Lady glanced down, eyes bulging slightly, and then looked up quickly. Both of their cheeks were growing hot.

"I see…so you're not the cold hearted, emotionless bastard you pretend to be after all…"

Vergil laughed, it hadn't even been a sarcastic statement, and then he thought of a line that just might do the trick in this situation.

"Well, you've got to your weapon first, aren't you going to disarm me and make sure your on top of the situation?"

At the words, and the suggestion within them, Lady smiled suddenly mischievous. Casually walked towards him, put the cold point against his neck with an excited smile as she reaches for his weapon and tosses it well out of Vergil's reach.

"Their now, much better," she said with a tone that suggested she knew she was boss now, "And now to check for other weapons on the intruder…"

Lady dragged the blade down, cutting the purple fabric, stopping for the time being at his waist. The purple shirt dropped away revealing to Lady the various scars and the muscle beneath. Lady gave a slight moan, ran her hands over the muscle, and looked at him.

She reached down, pretending to be wary, and undid the trousers looking with a fascination that almost made Vergil want to groan. He was pushed onto the bed and straddled by Lady.

"I think you'll find yourself wanting to please me Vergil, if you know what's good for you and you will tell me why you were are breaking in and trespassing. All in time, after our current situation, which I'm on top of, has been resolved of course. You'll also admit that keeping me happy right now is probably a very good idea…" The sensual whisper in his ear excited Vergil; he had come to kill and had seemingly found some companionship and an attraction that was seemingly mutual. He closed his eyes, forgot about Mundus and whatever awaited him, enjoying the now as they kissed and, for the first time in many years, Vergil felt truly happy.

Guess I'm not so evil after all he thinks to himself as Vergil and Lady began to indulge in a pleasure that circumstance and sheer coincidence had allowed to become possible. He smiled inwardly. It took a Lady to tame a slayer as Dark as himself. Vergil was finding out that meeting his match could be a very pleasurable experience indeed….