Here's chapter 7, i own nothing :D

The song in this chapter is How to Be a Heartbreaker by Marina and the Diamonds 3

Enjoy!

Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun,

But baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run.

Rule number two, just don't get attached to,

Somebody you could lose

So le-let me tell you

The way home was felt longer than it should have been. Allie didn't say a word the whole journey back, and her silence made the trip drag on for years. Dante was surprised to find that he hadn't grown a beard by the time they had reached home. And when they finally did reach home, Allie only snatched her belongings away from him and darted up the stairs, into her room.

Now he stared at his brother. Vergil was beautiful in an odd way. Where as Dante was all tall dark and handsome, Vergil's snowy looks made him exquisitely unique. Despite being twins, they had their differences. In some ways they were complete opposites. Dante was a mess the majority of the time, where as Vergil strived for impeccable neatness. Dante also maintained a crass, smartass demeanour as a wall to keep others at bay. Meanwhile Vergil used politeness and cool, classy behaviour to achieve the same. They were like a raven and a dove, or fire and ice; complete opposites, yet both able to create the same destruction.

Dante's eyes narrowed as his twin ran a hand through his luxurious white locks, slicking them back. "So have you actually found out anything useful?" The raven's eyes gleamed as he taunted his frustrated brother.

"It's a little difficult." Vergil's tone was clipped. "Researching things like this take time and patience."

Dante huffed and put his booted feet up on the table, knowing full well that it annoyed Vergil to no end. The other man gave him a withering glare, not even bothering to tell off his childish twin.

"I'm still trying to get my hands on the old tomes we require. You do realise, my dear dim-witted brother that you haven't exactly given me much to go on. Alice is different yes, but a number of beings can read minds and project thoughts. The fae, angels, some high ranked demons even and many others, whose names you couldn't even pronounce! So shut up and wait."

"Does Kat know anything?"

"Kat isn't here! She's been out WORKING, just like me." Vergil pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back in his seat. Dante directed his narrowed gaze at his brother.

"Don't get all pissy with me, Miss Priss." He jabbed a finger at Vergil and stood.

"Where are you going now?" Vergil grumbled.

"To check on Allie." And with that he turned on his heel, and stalked out of the room. The lone silver haired man only rolled his eyes at Dante's childishness.

Rule number three, wear your heart on your cheek,

But never on your sleeve, unless you wanna taste defeat.

Rule number four, gotta be looking pure

Kiss him good-bye at the door

And leave him wanting more more.

Allie sighed to herself as she began sorting her books into alphabetical order. The bookshelf in her room was small and rickety, but I would suffice. She sat cross-legged on the cold, hard wooden floor and hummed softly to herself. She felt a familiar presence outside of her door and had to suppress a shudder.

Without warning the door flew open, and in strode Dante, with all the warmth and kindness of a lion tearing into a lamb.

"You know there's this thing called knocking. You should try it out sometime." The girl remarked monotonously. She placed a science textbook on the shelf before finally shifting around to glance up at the imposing hunter.

He perched himself on the edge of her bed and smirked. For what seemed like the hundredth time that day, Allie wanted to wipe that half smile off of his perfect face.

"The only reason you would want me to knock is if you were doing something private" His blue eyes seemed to glow as he slid down the bed, to join her on the floor.

Allie's eyes grew large as he leaned towards her. Their faces were so close, their noses were almost touching. She sucked in a breath, causing his smirk to grow into a devious smile.

"Tell me, Princess, what was it that you didn't want me to catch you doing?" His hot breath ghosted over her skin and she realised she was the little lamb he was tearing into. Dante knew full well that she had just been stacking up her books, but he loved getting a rise out of her.

Allie's mind was frazzled. She was only sorting her books! She wasn't doing anything like he was insinuating. So why did she feel like she had been caught doing something she shouldn't have been? "I-I was just.. um.." He moved closer, tilting his face and rubbing the tips of their noses together and chuckling.

He grabbed her, shifting her half into his lap and rubbed his cheek against hers, moving downwards to nuzzle her lily-white neck. The feel of his stubble on her smooth skin made her breath hitch.

She wasn't the only one facing problems. Dante was losing it and he knew it. But this time he didn't have the intention of stopping. His demon purred loudly in delight as he brushed his fingers up and down her sides.

"Hmmm… You just, what?" His voice rumbled low in his throat whilst the petite blonde still remained frozen. She couldn't remember ever wanting something so much. She never wanted anyone, yet she craved the ebony haired hunter like something crazy. His presence alone was enough to intoxicate her senses and cloud her judgement.

Dante's nerve endings felt as if they were on fire. Everywhere she touched him burned deliciously. He pressed his lips to her neck. The silky skin there had taunted him long enough. He hummed low in his throat, as he placed gentle, feather light kisses on her snowy skin.

Allie could only grasp his broad shoulders as she let out a soft breathy moan. Her face instantly lit up, flushing red from embarrassment.

"Dante." A stern, professional voice stopped said nephilim in his ministrations. He didn't move away like Allie wished he would have. Instead he only growled out a muffled "What."

Oh God, they had been caught by Vergil. The small woman thought she couldn't possibly turn any redder, but boy was she wrong.

"There's someone here for you." The stoic, icy brother obviously wasn't going to go away, much to Allies mortification and Dantes plain annoyance.

"Who is it." He practically barked at his brother.

"Just come see."

Alice was livid as she watched the redheaded woman saunter around the halls of the house. It was apparent that Dante was in fact no better than the piggish men that had captured her. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed as she realized she was about to be played by him. He was like a cat, batting around mice. Never eating them, just toying with them before eventually getting bored and leaving.

The shady woman had introduced herself as "Starr with two rs" Her moniker and tight, almost inexistent clothing revealed her as some sort of dancer at a club somewhere.

Allie felt her eye twitch as the annoying dancer snooped around, supposedly looking for the bra she had "accidentally" left behind. Although she was pissed off and more than a little hurt, the look on Dante's face when he saw the woman was something brilliant. She recalled how his horrified features swivelled from Allie to Starr and back to Allie again.

Dante was a player, she knew that now and she wouldn't be getting mixed up in her emotions for him anymore. It was done.

"Danny baaaabe I can't seem to find it anywhere" The indecent woman pouted up at the brooding hunter. He couldn't stand it when women called him Danny. His name was Dante for fuck sakes! The only nickname he could bear was Te, and even that was reserved for Vergil alone.

"Are you sure you were wearing one? Are you sure that you even own one?" He stared pointedly at the top she was wearing: a tight red crop top, which clearly displayed her lack of support.

"Stop iiiiit" She whined and playfully smacked his arm. Dante grunted and rolled his eyes. Not that the ditsy woman noticed. Allie decided to pipe up from her position in the dining room, watching Starr who was currently rifling through the fridge.

"Honey, the only thing you'll find in there are carrots and cucumbers. Take your pick and leave."

Starr swivelled and dropped her jaw at the smaller girl.

"What was that whore?" Her green eyes narrowed at Allie as she tipped her head back and laughed.

"Oookay. Time to go." Dante put his hand on the dancers shoulder and steered her out of the kitchen. He did not need Allie hurting this woman. Yes, she was as horrible as nails on a chalkboard, but she needed her face. Dante felt a pang of sympathy for her. As soon as she lost her looks she would be a goner.

He also wanted to get her as far away from Allie as possible. Starr was a thing of the past. She wasn't supposed to come back. Not when he had just found Allie. Not when he was happy. She chattered incessantly as he gently pushed her out the door. He didn't know if she was still talking by the time he slammed it.

Blood began to rush in his ears and he felt sick. He hurt Allie. The look on her face when Starr showed up was evidence enough. Unusually for him, he walked slowly into the kitchen. The raven-haired man was always confident, always sauntering with swagger in his step or striding with a purpose. He never just walked. Never.

Allie's back was facing him from her position in a dining room chair. Vergil was at the head of the small table, tapping away at the keys of his laptop. Dante didn't know when he had gotten there. It was much like his brother to appear out of nowhere at the worst off times.

"Are you sure that's a good idea Alice? You don't think it's too early to go back to school?" Not only had Vergil appeared out of thin air, but he was also in the middle of a conversation with Allie.

"It's not too early, if anything it's too late. Exams are coming up soon. I can't miss anymore, I need to get my life back."

"If you insist. By the way, Dante told me that you had a fair stash of weaponry. Didn't you brother?" Dante leaned against the kitchen bench and crossed his arms, grunting a "yes".

"I assume you know how to fight?" Vergil had ceased typing and was now staring at Allie, who met his gaze head on.

"I know how to fight."

"But you got captured by men and a few demons?" Dante pitched in. He immediately regretted him as Allie shot him a sharp glare. If eyes were daggers he would be a bloodied mess right now.

"They knew my weaknesses. As if they had been studying me beforehand. I was important to him. A trophy. I don't know why, it might have something to do with what I am."

"They're all dead now." Dante's voice was soft, but it sounded slightly annoyed. He killed them because they were going to do unspeakable things to the lovely blonde, yet they were the only ones who knew what she was. It was infuriating to say the least.

Vergil nodded and hummed. Dante peeked at his brother from the corner of his eye. Whenever Vergil hummed, he was planning something. 'If it has anything to do with raising the dead I'm fucking moving out.' He rolled his eyes heavenward as a mock prayer.

"You mentioned weaknesses… I know this may seem odd, but if you tell me what they are I may have a clearer picture on what you are. If you aren't comfortable with it that's completely fine."

"No, no it's fine. I want to know who I am."

"Don't be ridiculous. You're Allie." This time both Allie and Vergil looked at Dante. Vergil's gaze was only inquisitive, where as hers was shocked. As if the thought had never occurred to her before.

"Uh… well… they had iron chains for me but the others were tied up with rope. Iron drains me. It makes me so drowsy. That and I have reactions to garlic. Strong ones. They rubbed it in my eyes and stuffed my mouth with it and it burned. I would have fought them off, and I did. But then the demons came and they all jumped me at once."

"Huh. So you healed? Because you bore no burn marks when you were recovered." Allie loved the way Vergil said, "recovered" instead of "rescued". It was silly, but it made her feel less like a useless girl and more like a team member.

"Yes, I healed."

"Aversions to garlic and iron, and she regenerates quickly… Have you ever lost a limb?" Allie only stared at the snow-haired hunter. He grinned sheepishly and said a soft "Nevermind."

"So you can figure out what's up with her, right Verge?" Dante had that expectant look in his eyes that a child would have, when looking at a puppy in the window of a pet shop.

"Maybe. It'll take some time anyway. Although, it does help.." He blessed Allie with one of his rare smiles. "It is still very vague."

That's what her whole life was, she thought, vague.

Hmmm building up to a lemon, then i just had to set them back ;) hehe

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