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Huntress Bella's Point Of View:

I groaned.

Where in the hell was I?

Oh. Right.

Hell.

I groaned again, and tried to stand. I tried to form some kind of insult around my bleeding and swollen tongue.

None came.

Whips lashed out, catching me around my throat.

I choked, and tried to writhe away from it's leathery embrace.

"Ah, Huntress, Tsk Tsk." said The Voice, tugging the whip tightly and forcing me to my knees. "You should know better by now."

I hissed as boiling water was splashed down my back.

Yes, hell was hell, and I was aching and stinging and burning in places all over.

"Bite-" she tugged the rope.

I never saw her face, but I heard her voice, and that was bad enough. Damn whore.

"-Me!" I gasped out.

I felt fangs dig under my throat and pull, tearing what little unscarred and clear flesh straight off my bones.

FUCK!

She bit me!

I tried not to scream, really.

I let out the smallest of yelps, and felt her hands wonder down my front.

"I was thinking about you today." she purred.

Her nails pierced one of my inner lips and I sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth, trying to close my knees.

I was, regrettably, naked.

"It's been a long day, you see. So I've done alot of thinking."

"Fuck-!"

She bit into my ear, ripping my second last piercing out.

I groaned in agony and slumped forward in a desperate attempt to writhe away from her.

"-you." I whispered, throat raw and screaming, heart breaking, resistance wavering.

I could feel un wanted tears building up, and squeezed my eyes closed.

"Aw, poor baby."

She pushed me onto my back - hitting my head on something sharp, that sent static stinging through my system- tugged my belly ring half out of my stomach, lapping up the blood.

"I love the way you taste." she said morbidly, biting my thighs.

I hissed.

"I love the way you won't give in, human. I love the way you taste." she repeated.

Issues, apart from other things.

To her I was a plaything, a mere toy.

"I love the way you taste."

I growled and gasped as she shoved something spiked into my pussy.

Yes, okay, I had to use a naughty word. But I'll be fucked -which I already am- if I use some pansy word instead. Now was not the time to start being such a sensitive wuss.

"I love it. Like vanilla essence. Almost alcoholic. Addictive. I love it."

I yelped again as she pushed the device in further, and clawed her nails over my bruised nipples, one minus a ring.

My tattoo, a simple star next to my navel, had been the first thing to go, carved out of my skin with the teeth of a maggot.

It got infected and maggots fell out of it, crawling into my forced open jaws, and breeding in my mouth, turning in my gut and twisting my insides. They bit and clawed.

And fucking hurt.

The next thing to go was my tongue ring. She ripped it out with her teeth, and sucked my tongue until it had been cleaned of any infection.

Then she'd bit my tongue, and bit her tongue, bleeding into my wound and sending fire through my veins.

She'd pulled out seven earrings with her whip, and had had her demons beat me whilst doing so.

Lasted a whole fucking week. I'd been here for two, and already my soul was breaking.
She had raped me with assorted spiked, poisoned or spinning devices. Or demons. It depended on her mood.

Ass whole or other wise, she always played with my clit ring.

Oh c'mon, you had to see that one coming.

Until I told her I would rather fuck a duck, or a dog, or maybe her sister.
She ripped it out, then pushed it in and re pierced something - I don't know what it was, I was trying not to scream - and tore it out again.

Fuckin' hoe bag.

I groaned through gritted teeth, and heard a demon speak in some kind of demon language.

She nodded, ripped my last ear piercing out with her nails, and strode away, heels clicking on the floor rhythmically.

I growled and tried to stand again. I tried to stand, to prove to myself that I could.

My tongue just kept bleeding. Along with every other part of my shaking, quivering self.

I growled again, to be echoed by a demon behind me.

I turned, fist raised, but nothing was there.

I growled, frustrated that my effort had been in vain.

"Come. Out." I demanded, anger rising.

"Relax, Huntress." commanded a cool voice, his breath working over the nerves in the back of my neck.

I whirled, fast, considering my condition.

He caught my raised fist, and caught me as unstable knees buckled under my weight.

I gasped for air - him catching me around my waist - where broken bones resided.

"Ver-gil!" I hissed, narrowing my eyes at him.

His jaw was tight, like, sexily fucking tight, but he smirked.

He was the best thing I had seen in two weeks.

"I never took you for one to be the damsel in distress."

I grimaced, the only way I could actually smirk back at the given point in time.

"What-ever. Nev-" I gasped as he picked me up, swinging my legs into his arms quite painfully, with a broken back and thigh. "er! To-ok you as to be my Prin-"

I hissed as he tugged the chains at my wrists, removing them from the wall with ease. "-ce! in shiny ar-mour!"

He snickered and kicked - literally - kicked a hole into nothing, in which he stepped into, unfazed.

I can feel my very soul being sucked out between my toes, and the electricity as it fucking burns a hole through my nerves. Just like his breath, Vergil's skin is hot, and it doesn't help me in the slightest.

I clamp my teeth shut over a scream - I think I did scream when the demons came for me - and made do with clinging to the front of Vergil's over large blue jacket.

"So fragile." he murmurs, laying me on something soft and leathery. A couch, maybe?

He pushes my hair back and inspects my eyes.

"What?" I wheeze.

I can't see anything. It's blurry, and dark. This place smells of dust and shit. The moonlight catches Vergil's high cheek bones and eyes, causing me to grin.

Such a totally kissable face...

He raises an eyebrow. "You're still awake?"

"Obvio..." I decided that 'Obviously' was too big a word and used little ones instead. "Yeah, Vee." I rolled my eyes with a half hearted chuckle, and froze when I realised that should've hurt.

Instead, I felt hungry. Very, very hungry.

"I'm starved." I said blankly.

He rolled his eyes. "You've been tortured for the longest of whiles." he mused, sitting me up.

I cocked my pierced eyebrow. "'Scuse me?"

In answer, all I got was his angered sigh.

"I thought you were to rule Hell? How could you ever if you are to be kidnapped every time I turn my back?"

"You turned your back once," I countered. "And I had everything under control. Why don't I hurt right now?" I asked, honestly confused.

I flexed my finger tips, testing my boundaries.

"Because," he said coldly. "Hell has no lasting physical damage to a human if they're alive. It's your soul they steal, once it is broken."

I blinked.

"Where's Ralph?"

He shook his head. "Stupid human. Do you not understand? The Western Queen of hell has your blood. She can find you anywhere, and you are worried about a insignificant mutt?"

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You are so lucky I want you to rule by me, buddy." I seethed, pushing him away.

I tried to sit, and felt so miserably weak I almost burst into frantic tears.

I reached up and gripped the couch, and near threw up in my struggle to work my neglected muscles.

Hyperventilating slightly, I glared at him.

"You took your time sweet time, fuck wit."

He frowned.

"You should be grateful," he said, in a softly dangerous voice. "That I came for you at all. They have a very particular vendetta on my head."

I snorted. "Yeah. The almighty son of Sparda waited two fucking weeks before getting off his fat ass to save me." I glared, and threw my shaking legs off the couch.

"When I get my hands on yo-"

I heard a frantic bark and was thrown back into the couch by a skinnier Ralph.

"Ralphie!" I wrapped my arms around his neck and almost cried. He licked my face, my neck, and even my hair.

"You idiot! You know the doggie door is open! Look how fucking skinny you are!" I yelled, running my hands over his sides. I felt the rivulets of his ribs, and felt tears spring into my eyes.

"Bloody stupid dog! You know what to do if I don't come home!" I roared, holding his face to mine.

I didn't care I was making a scene in front of Vergil. In fact, I couldn't care less.

He wined, and licked my face.

"Shut up." I ordered him, pushing him away and folding my arms across my chest.

I narrowed my eyes when he licked and wined at my throat. "Don't cry to me. I'ma big girl, and YOU should know better."

Vergil snickered, his eyes narrowing, making his distaste for my baby known. "He is an animal."

I cocked an eyebrow, and grit my teeth. "News flash ass whole." I growled, getting to my feet. "He is more than just an animal to me. And as your future Queen, you'd better keep that sneering face of yours shut."

His sneer deepened, and he 'hnn'ed.

I took a shaky step forwards, and grunted.

"I feel so fucking weak." I groaned, swaying.

"You are malnourished and dehydrated. Humans, and their needs. Truly a hindrance." Vergil said coldly, gripping under my elbow and helping me to the kitchen.

I pulled away at first, but then leaned into his grip.

"Thanks." I grunted, almost unheard to even my own ears.

He nodded once, sharply, in return, then literally had to pick me up to sit me on my high rise stool.

I had broken into shakes, looking around my filthy and dusty apartment.

"Wh-...Where are Stinky and Charlie and Axe?"

"The cat," Vergil mused, pulling something from his breast pocket, ",Stays in my basement, along with the other, bigger one. He is in perfect condition, other than pining for you." he said, matter-of-factly. "The shorter one-"

"Stinky," I corrected. "He has a name too."

Vergil's eyebrows pulled together and he continued sourly.

"-Stinky, as you so aptly named him, has been lended to a friend of mine."

"And you left my baby to what?" I stared, dumbfounded at the cool man, who handed me a green star shaped gem.

"He wouldn't come. He ran several times."

I frowned, and looked down at Ralph, who's tail wagged slightly. He was panting, hard, and sitting at my immediate side.

I patted the top of his head. "I'm still pissed at you." I told him sternly.

He dipped his head. Yeah, I know. he seemed to say. But you still love me.

"Do you know how to use a vital star, Huntress?"

"Huh?" I looked up from the melted chocolate eyes of my best friend, and cocked my eyebrows at Vergil, whose eyes reminded me of sapphires.

I blinked stupidly at him.

My head, at the present time, was not in a place for thinking. I was lost in Vergil's eyes.

I wanted a shower, I stunk.

I wanted Vergil in the shower with me, for two vital reasons:

a) He was a fuckin' sexy mother fucker, and I wanted him, and I, in an enclosed space, naked and

b) I didn't think I could honestly shower myself, all by my lonesome.

Screw that, I was so sore and stiff, and I wanted, for once in my life, to collapse and give up.

Give up?

Huh.

That's never been on the cards before.

It seemed so fucking easy all of a sudden - Life, growing up, surviving, my first kill. Discovering my need for the domination of hell - finding out that I could rule and save thousands of lives in the human world, by killing in the under world. Finding the will to keep going, to push on, as if there were no other option, and then finding the easy way out...

Maybe Vergil could fuck me then kill me...?

I would die happy, c'mon let's face it. He's practically sex anyways. Attractive, in all the right places....

I felt suddenly cheerier- and decided to postpone my totally emo thoughts for a sec and take a chill pill.

I cocked my head to the side and reached my hand up to his face, my brow drawing together.

Why am I so freaking horny all of a sudden?

"It's hell." I told him croakily, finding my voice and clearing it.

His face darkened.

I touched his cheek, savouring the feel of his shaven skin. It was soo fucking soft.

I got the weirdest image of me digging my fingers into his hair and reaching an orgasm that shattered all sorts of records, throwing my head back and mouth dropping into an 'o' as he bit into my shoulder-

"It really is. And I couldn't help but think - could I really rule it?"

A twisted smile found my face. I pressed my palm into his jaw, running my thumb over the available membrane, surprised at how warm he was.

"And the answer, my King," My lip curled. I felt next to invincible. How many humans came back from hell sane - wait on... How many humans came back? "Is yes. I can survive it, I can sure as fuck rule it."

I snickered, and removed my hand from his motionless face.

Instead, I tugged his shirt collar towards me, and wrapped my arms around his throat, marvelling at his height.

He is so freakin' tall, it should be illegal.

Ralph snorted, and moved away from my thigh, staring at Vee's ass a little more than I was comfortable with.

"So tell me, bubby, what this thing is." I mused, inwardly laughing at his annoyed face, looking over at the green thing he'd given me.

Ralph jumped up, putting both paws on the counter.

I raised an eyebrow at him, and watched as he sniffed the object.

"All good?" I asked through a particularly violent shiver.

He seemed to shrug at me, or maybe that was just my reaction... To what?

I tried to think of why I would say somethin' like that.

Well, not say. Think, more like.

I swallowed, trying to calm my ever racing heartbeat.

I frowned as everything went slow mo' for a second - Vergil's chest expanding, his jaw clenching and un-clenching, watching Ralph's nostrils flare and his long, dark eye lashes fall over his creamy chocolate eyes.

My heart thudded loudly in my chest.

Everything - and I took a deep breath as it happened - had it's own echo. Like a semi-transparent, shadow fallowing immediately behind it. Wherever I looked, the shadows - echo's - followed. I could hear Vergil's steady thump-thumping heart, and Ralph's own blood pulsing through his veins.

I opened my mouth, but everything returned to normal and I closed it, as Vergil had started to speak.
"A vital star," he continued, balffking me for a second but continuing like nothing ever happened. "Will heal your injuries or weaknesses. It is partly how demons go for so long with neither food nor drink." he said boredly.

My eye twitched, but I grinned at it.

"How does it work?"

"You place it over your heart." he informed me soberly. "And will the pain or injuries away."

"Could you do it for me?" I whispered, in what I knew was a sudductive voice, drawing him closer. "C'mon, Vee, could you give a girl a hand?"

His top lip curled, and he leaned forward, either hand on my thigh, pressing down slightly.

"You want me." he taunted. "You truly do."

I giggled, and bit my lip, catsing a longing look at his mouth. "You know it."

"You are degrading yourself to that of a whore." he informed me, a malicious grin twisting onto his features.

I pouted. "Whatever. I'm horny, and you're-" I cut off short, and thought about this for a second.

Aw, shit.

I knew I wanted Vergil in my pants, but I would never actually want and have him.

"Topaz you asshole." I snarled, pushing Vergil away shakily. "I'm going to kick your mother fucking-!"

"Only your mother, Huntress." he cooed, behind me, wrapping his arms around my own.

I grit my teeth, and refused to let him feel how pissed I was.

"I do not want to fuck Vergil Sparda." I said, trying to remain calm. As long as I was calm, and in control, he had no hold on my emotions.

"Oh, contrare." chucked Topaz, bringing my hips back into his and showing me how well he felt what I did. He has hard, in other words.

I took a deep breath, and grinned.

"Yeah, I want Vergil. More than I could ever want you!" I laughed, turning to flick his nose.

He frowned. "You're lying. Not very becoming of a future Queen."

I rolled my eyes. "Am I?" I raised my pierced eyebrow (God, I missed it so,) and flicked my hair over my shoulder to look back at Vergil. I winked.

"No." he said, letting me go. "I can feel your honesty."

"Yea, whatever baby. Just quit messin' with m' innards."

"I apologise for my meddling, Huntress."

I nodded.

"Why is it," Vergil said coldly, glaring at Topaz with narrowed eyes. "That a human, weak as she is, has you wrapped around her little finger?"

"A future Queen of hell," said Topaz with a small, calm smile, "Deserves nothing than my upmost respect."

"The chances are thin, you bumbling fool." Vergil sneered, folding his arms across his chest. "That she will even live as long as to torture you."

I rolled my eyes. "Have a little faith, baby. I'ma tough girl."

They seemed to ignore me. I did not like being ignored.

Bad experiances.

"I, unlike my fellow fully fleged demon," Topaz said, with a vindictive smile.

Vergil's eyes narrowed, and his hand curled around Yamato's hilt.

"Hey, hey, guys... Plenty of me to go around." I chucked warily. "C'mon, we'll go sit down, have a few jelly shots-"

"-Find the human mind and will is rather astounding, used in the right places." Continued Top-hat in a sarcastic voice. "And if a devil hunter as prestigious as she would like to rule over me - I would be more than proud-"

"Then you are a fool-!" Snarled Vergil. There was an awkward pause.

"I'm the fool?" whispered Topaz quietly, narrowing his eyes. "You are to rule by her-!"

AND WHAT WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!?!

"When I rule hell, by her or otherwise, you will be one of the first I'm going to slaughter." Vee said bitterly, his jaw tightening sexily.

I swayed. "Quit fighting. Seriously."

They continued to ignore me.

"And if she should decide to use you, only to gain entry into hell?" said Topaz quietly. "What of your Kingship then?"

I shot him a sharp look, and frowned, gripping my chair. "I'm not as smart as that, Topaz, you ass."

"She, a simple minded human, fool me?" snickered Vergil. "I am the son of Sparda-"

"Who shut down hell in the first place." Quipped the blonde, grinning.

"Who had the power to, you idiotic, half minded, michrophellus!" snarled Vergil, tugging Yamato half out of her place and advancing one step.

"Guys!" I barked, trying to push Vergil back but missing his shoudler. "And what's a michrophellus?" I asked horsely, trying to calm the aura in the room.

"A michrofellus," said Topaz, smiling softly in my direction. "Is an unusually small aphendage."

I snorted, and rolled my eyes.

"Yeaa, right. Vee," I said, begining to slur and grinning in his direction. "I've copped a good...GREAT feel, and he's..." I snickered, then giggled, then gave him a goofy kinda grin.

"I'ma feel gohy an' maybeh a littl' whooshy..." I blinked, as Ralph came to my side, and pressed into my thigh, nipping my hand gently.

"Yeaaahhh. Maybee I shhhoul' sit down."

Everything was slowling down again - fuck - and I was trying to stay vertical as it was, with the dizziness and everything. The fucking echos following the vaugue shadows following the outline of every shadow, light or shape-

I saw Vergil's hand reach out to me - then draw back extremely fast - and Topaz as he caught me.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck." I blinked stupidly, and heard the ferocious roaring in my ears, like I'd been standing next to a race way. The speeding of the cars. The wind whipping at my hair.

"Shit, that sounded really fucking close!" I closed my eyes and shut the sounds out with my hands.

The cars continued, and the echos were sqyeezing my air valves so frikken tight and the darkness, oh fuck, the darkness! was pulling me under, dragging me down into the black water, like it was ink, and the darkness continued to swallow me down, and my innards were on ice.

"Fuuck! Fuck! Make the fucking noises stop!" I screamed, clutching the front of Topaz's shirt. "God damnit all to hell!"

I think I heard Ralph yelping - I think I heard Topaz speaking. I think I heard babies crying, I think I heard children screaming for their mothers.

"G-Get the baby!"

Why could I hear them? I was reaching out, trying to grab hold of someone and make them help the kids that screamed this way.

Tearing at my heart, pulling on my pulse, I shook the person holding me violently.

"Get the kids out of here, fuck it!"

I heard tinkering, like a gate being drawn up - The Voice began to spit harsh words in my ear.

"You can't escape me!"she spat. "I own you!"

"The fuck you do!"

"I. Own. You!"

I can't explain the emotions tearing me into billions of tiny pieces. It was a scene of calm, as if I was sitting there going, 'Uhm, hello, chillax', whist the other - more scarily loud - part of my head was screaming 'MOVE YOUR ASS AND HELP THOSE FUCKING KIDS!!!'

"That's what you think!" I yelled. "You will never own me, Dickhead! You had me and you lost me-!!"

"You will not speak to me that way, human! I own you-!!"

"WATCH ME!" I snarled. "I BELONG TO NO ONE!"

"You are mine." she said in a deadly, hissing voice. I felt my vocal cords constrict, and her nails digging into the skin under my jaw.

I hissed a breath at her through gritted teeth, totally pissed off.

"I belong to no one!" I repeated. "Now fuck off whore!"

I gasped and sat up, holding the closest thing I had held to my chest, burrying myself in their scent.

"She-...Fucking bitch had me!"

I was ropeable.

She had me in hell, bound, gagged, horrified, mortified, scared out of my fucking scenses - And she thinks she owns me. What ever.

"She fucking...If I ever git my hands on her..."

She wanted to own me.

No one owned me.

My sister tried, my mother tried, my father tried to own me. My brother was my salvation, then he ran.

_____-----Flashback No. 1-----_____

"It mustv'e been her." my brother mumbled, pacing to his wardrobe, pulling a suitcase from it, then throwing it next to me on the bed. "It must've. No one else could..."

He grabbed all his weapons and hunting gear and through his leather boots on, clumping around noisily. "It's all her fault, baby..." he said, turning to me, shoving a woollen jumper into his bag roughly.

"I have to g-"

"Don't!" I yelled, knowing what he was going to say before he finished it. "You can't leave! Daddy'll beat me again!" I whispered harshly. "And you won't be here to fix me up..."

"I'll come back for you. I have to do this." he promised. He knelt down, and held my tiny, six year old hands in his mamoth ones. "I know you won't belive this, but Daddy loves you. And there are things worser for you in this world than Daddy hitting you."

He was sixteen, and already an excellent demon hunter.

"I promise, I promise, baby, I'll come back for you."

"Will you come back soon, Robbie? I don't wanna stay with AJ. She's mean to me. And she SMELLS."

"Soon," He chuckled, dark eyes light, under the circumstances.

"Maybe I can go with you?"

"No. No freakin' way." he glared.

Then, continued packing his things.

"Why?"

"Because. Hell is no place for a little girl."

_____----- End -----_____

I stroked the silkiness of the thing I was holding.

It seemed to be a guy. A buff, tough, non-responsive guy. "Vergil." I mumbled quietly, seething.

Apparently I was on my bed, half naked, holding onto Vergil's neck for dear life and loving the smell of his skin.

But back to hating the whore.

I wanted to kick her teeth in and then stab her eyes out, feed them to her on a skwerer, and punch her gut so hard her ribs crunched under my fist. Then I wanted to rearange her spine, so the next time she took a dump, she would dump in her own mouth.

I was utterly furious, and I was shaking violently.

"I'm going to kill her." I promised him.

"Then you have a long way to go."

I closed my eyes and laid down again.

"Don't violate me." I chuckled.

He 'Hnn'ed, and drew the covers up to my chin.

"Night, Vee."

"Good night."

"Love you, baby." I snickered.

I felt his lips press into my brow and opened my eyes, my mouth dropping open.

He did nothing but chuckle, and sit on the end of my bed.

"Uhm..." I blushed, and rolled over.

"Maybe you won't be so arrogant." he suggested.

I yawned, and shrugged. "Maybe for a little while."

Closing my eyes he mumbled somthing.

"Hm?"

"Never mind, Bella."

I yawned, again, and grinned.

"I'ma have sweet dreams about you, eh, Vee?"

"I knew I shouldn't have hoped so high." he sighed.

I yawned.

"You could always...sleep...wit'....me..." I was asleep partly before I heard myself finish the scentence.

I wish I had stayed awake, just a little while longer, so I could see the smirk curl on his lips.

Even more so, so that I couldv'e seen him reach over and pull my hair back behind my ear.

Just to feel those blazing hot fingers touch my cheek, in the softest of ways.

I wouldv'e jumped him, poor bloke. He wouldn't have known what hit him.

Good thing I was asleep, though. ;-).