"Diva?"
She moved her head slightly to show that she was acknowledging him; it was a behavior she'd learned since often someone could be saying something to her and, though she would be listening, would show no signs of it and get the person angry. Usually it had been Vergil.
"What is it?" He asked her from behind, the girl lying on her side in their bed, facing away from him.
The lights were off and the window was open slightly to keep the room cool, but not make it cold.
When Diva had moved into his room with him, little had truly changed; another dresser was added, filling up some of the empty space along his room's white walls, and now there sat a vanity where she could brush her long hair; it was something she had taken to doing since their relationship had deepened, though even she wasn't exactly sure why.
His fairly-small room still had room for walking space, but that was about it. It wasn't much of a deal, though, because the only time they tended to be in here was when they were waking up or going to bed.
A hand came over to her, she felt it coming before it had made a sound; they could feel each other's movements now, like one were inside the other. It placed itself on her shoulder that stuck up into the air and rubbed it gently.
Diva smiled and covered it as best she could with her own.
"Oh, it's nothing really. I thought I felt a 'mouse' around."
"Mouse" or "mice" was a nickname originally given to the mass-produced chiropterans by their pursuers, and it had become slang for "chiropteran", more for the sake of making it less awkward when either Diva or Saya were to sense one coming; "I feel a mass-produced chiropteran created by a chemical injected or consumed by them coming" wasn't exactly catchy, nor practical in a life-or-death situation.
"Nearby?" He asked; there wasn't really any worry in his voice.
She shook her head.
"Not really. Just in a close area; not near the building or anything."
"Why did that draw your attention?"
It was a natural question to ask, as she'd felt chiropterans around the area before, and hadn't even bothered to mention it unless asked or if she wanted something fun to do.
"It felt… different, somehow. I'm not sure how to explain it."
"I could go look for it if you'd like." He offered, not really wanting to, but willing.
"It's dead now anyway." She stated, rolling around in bed to face him with a smile.
"Never mind about that." She added, leaning forward and giving him a peck on the lips.
"Let's just go to sleep."
He smiled back at her and drew the girl closer. Diva dug her head against his chest and pulled a blanket over his revealed shoulder.
Diva rubbed a foot against his sleep-pants while snuggling against him in her nightgown.
"By the way, Vergil, have you given any thought to…"
He looked away from her for the first time since they'd laid down, but she drew his gaze back with a hand on his chin.
"If you're not ready yet, we won't. It's as simple as that."
Vergil nodded just enough to be able to give a response; changed or not, it was still hard for him to get used to not being able to just tell someone off or cut them off, literally, when something made him feel uncomfortable.
"I'll wait forever, if forever is how long you want me to wait, my love." She spoke to him, completely unaffected by the dramatic way in she'd conveyed her feelings.
Vergil closed his eyes and laid his head on a pillow, smiling to himself more at her willingness to endure something for him than the statement on its own. Had someone met Diva five or so years ago they would have known that at that time Diva did not wait or endure for anyone. Then again, she didn't have anyone worth it.
"I love him, and he loves me. Nothing else matters." She thought happily. The thought had been repeated in her mind many times, but never as an excuse, and it never got old either. For two people, both now forever young and invincible to the stressors of this world, love was all they needed.
Diva noted, however, that there was a feeling building up inside her. She didn't know what the feeling was, and had never felt it before. But for some reason, as time grew on, the feeling strengthened in intensity.
"I love you." They both said at the same time, causing both of them to give a quick little breath of a laugh.
"I love you." She repeated in her mind.
"That's all I need to be happy."
She woke up with a weird feeling.
Saya's sleep had gone on unabated since she'd first fallen into it, and yet now something was bothering her enough to wake the girl from her slumber.
Haji, as always, was nearby and looked at her, his serene face helped calm the nerves which had woken her up.
"Did you have a bad dream?" He asked in a calm tone.
She thought about it, but recalled nothing, and shook her head.
"No, something just woke me up; I'm not sure what it was."
He sat in his chair, letting her sift through what she needed to.
"It felt… like there was a chiropteran around. But it felt different than usual."
"Different?"
She nodded.
"Yes. Almost like it wasn't of Diva's blood. Or of delta-six-seven."
"Aside from your own blood, Diva's and that chemical made as a result of using her blood are the only things that can produce chiropterans." Haji explained, even though they both knew that.
"I don't know… maybe my senses have just gotten weaker or desensitized because we haven't been consistently hunting chiropterans for years now."
The dark room was mostly faceless; only a dresser and a bed stood in it, with a rug on the floor. The walls were brown, while the ceiling was white. There wasn't much of a personality to it, but that was fine; the rest of Dante's building had more than enough personality to make up for it.
"I'm sorry. It's nothing." She apologized, laying back down on the bed and pulling the blankets over herself again.
"Something's going on. I don't know what, but there's definitely something strange happening."
The wind blew his hair about as his car sped down the road. To the best of his knowledge, it was illegal to go this fast. However, there didn't seem to be any policemen around so it wasn't a problem.
The streetlights that flew by were mostly unlit; this wasn't exactly a well-maintained section of the city after all.
"What a shame; all of these nice old building and some silly people have let them fall into such a state of disrepair." He thought out loud.
Enzeru had spent the majority of his money fixing up a place in the city. Though to be more accurate, he'd spent the majority of it buying the place and was now spending money on fixing it up.
The road went from being shaky to having potholes all over the place, and he slowed down so that his car didn't go flipping into a tree.
"Oh wait, there aren't any trees here anymore are there?" He asked the air.
This area of the city wasn't even inhabited by poor people; it was as if the times had left it behind, abandoned it really. The landscape that had likely once been beautiful now consisted of some weeds on either side of the driveway that appeared nearly out of thin air and the old road was, well, bumpy and full of holes.
"Still, it's worth it." He reflected as his car drew closer to his home, and a large, old-style building seemed to appear out of the night. It was a tall building, though not very wide, and had a gate in its middle that allowed permitted cars to drive through. Running out of the sides of the third story to its left and right came stone walls, complete with battlements for an added touch.
"Alright, so maybe I spent more money on the car than I did on using my incredibly limited powers to make me a little castle in the middle of the dead section of the city. But hey, who doesn't have a few harmful sensitivities?"
He'd essentially wasted what god-awesome powers he had at one time on making this place what it was. Granted it still wasn't bright and shiny but at least now no one could say he didn't live in style. Unless they didn't like castle walls. But then again, who doesn't like castle walls?
He drove his car up near the gate, where two dull light in ornate fixtures stuck out on either side, and looked through the narrow slit in the wall to his left where a guardsmen would normally be sitting, ready to let in those who were allowed, and take care of those who weren't.
"Hey, Bill, how's it going?" He asked the dark slit.
A moment later he snapped his fingers and the gate slowly opened with a squeak, allowing him passage inside. The car drove forward and its headlight illuminated what could be mistaken for a small cathedral if one didn't know what it was; gothic architecture stretched out on a canvas of 3-D stone and buttresses supported the building, as well as its spires, which framed the moon that sat high in the sky between them like a football being kicked through a goalpost.
To his sides, and all the way around the building was about twenty feet worth of lawn, in a bit better condition than the buildings themselves, and immediately in front of the ancient-looking building was a small parking lot made of the same stone as the building itself.
The gates closed behind his car and he continued driving onwards, the lampposts that sided his drive path glowing so bright and white it reminded him of that one chiropteran's eyes.
"That sure was strange. I've never seen one like that before. I wonder if fashion has changed; vampires are out and werewolves are in? I couldn't tell you."
His car turned and he parked it in the parking lot. Before he turned the car off Enzeru bent down and back to get some groceries out of the back seat. Once the handles of the bags were firmly in hand he turned back towards the front-
-and saw two figures standing beside the lamppost that marked his parking space.
The lights about the area flickered, and then went out.