Now, before you read, I've gotta say, my life is so fucking dramatic. The chapters following camp may not be the best one's yet - in fact I think by doing Vergil's general pov I've screwed it up. I think I messed with his character some. Fuck. ANyways, I'm here to warn you, that not next chapter, the one after that, is going to be a LEMON. Shock horror. Anyways, hope you enjoy, and I didn't mess it up so much. Teh Odd 1 XoOXoXOXOOxooxoxoxOxoxooxOOXOOXOOO
Vergil's General Point Of Viewing:
He frowned.
Wasn't she supposed to be fighting him? Calling him obscenities under her breath?
He raised himself on his elbow to check her current status.
Sleeping.
Surely she wasn't comfortable with him? The last time a human had seen him as an ally as opposed to a threat, she died.
Miserably.
Horribly.
Even he felt somewhat responsible for that particular hit, after he found her mangled and torn up corpse in his bed.
Not the best thing to come home to after a particularly hard day's work, killing a massive enemy spidren.
Not that he had any trouble with the demon, but he had to rid himself of it's spawn as well as the widowed female. Who was, in essence, ten times larger than her husband before her.
Yet another repressed memory.
Moving along.
Vergil understood the laws of the human world. He had made a promise with only a few exceptions, as to behave in the human world to draw less attention to himself.
(That didn't mean he hadn't broken several speeding laws, amongst several murders that remained undiscovered.)
He faintly remembered one, in a particular section of a very pertinacious library.
'The law of attraction-
(paragraph six, section three, page number two hundred and four) :
If one is to linger betwixt or between another for any length or width of time, he or she could find themselves falling in love or lust with the strangest of people.'
The problems that arose with this, was the 'betwixt or between,' 'length or width', 'he or she' and his personal favourite, 'love or lust'.
He scowled at the cheek of the human.
Yes, humans did understand things quickly, and adapted to certain situations rather perfectly, as far as race goes. They learned rules, they paid close attention to the very obvious dangers around them, and the threats that presented themselves.
There was a rule, regarding he. He, the almighty son of the legendary dark knight.
Stay as far away from him as you could, at all times. That seemed to be the general consensus of the humans he'd encountered, he mused.
But he still had questions unanswered, and that bothered him faintly.
Why, of all the incompetent, stupid, idiotic humans, did Angel Williams not fear him like she should?
She was smart. He knew that she had buried secrets.
Humans, as a rule, were not as cold to rival even he, when they were perfectly stable.
But why? And why should he care? He had other, more pressing matters to attend to then lay there, watching the mortal sleep so very peacefully.
His frown, accompanied be the tiniest of wrinkles making the non existent laugh lines around his mouth more prominent, had him propelling out of their bed to the kitchen.
Sitting down, Vergil ran a hand over his face, and rubbed his screaming headache.
Blast all this...human-ness... to the very darkest depths of hell.
Speaking of which, he had to make a Call.
Calling, not like the human cellular telephone type, was using his immortal blood to summon a lesser demon to deliver a message via magic. He was neither witch, wiccan, nor mage or any of the like - so he would summon a demon to do the work for him. That's how he had done it through the ages prior to modern times, and it would be the way he would do it until he died. If he died.
If Vergil was the type to exhibit emotions beyond smugness, or coldness, he would've sighed.
But he wasn't known to, so he didn't.
Sorting out the human was of little importance. He had to remember that. He had to remember that, while, yes - she was very distracting and amusing, particularly thinking aloud - he could kill her if he chose to.
So very fragile, he mused to himself, taking a large gulp of air. They're all so very fragile.
Breakable.
Annoying.
Frustrating.
Vain.
Stupid.
Loud-mouthed.
Pathetic.
Weak.
...
Agonisingly attractive.
Soft.
Warm.
Perky.
Fasin-
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She was fascinating.
The rest, however, were of a particular annoyance.
She had the ability to remain silent. To think before she acted, unless he was to aggravate her.
But he did annoy her beyond her limit. He supposed any other human would've been 'shut down' or been far too intimidated.
They would never had tested her like he had.
Vergil rolled his eyes and grit his teeth almost painfully tight.
He did not. Care. He did not care. He. Did not care.
Why should he? Why would he?
Vergil shot off to the bathroom, and closed the door behind him silently.
Alana should still be alive, he mused. She has the smarts to not do what I did.
He took a razor calmly from his side of the bathroom cupboard.
Yes, Angel had assigned him a side in the bathroom and the bedroom. And the kitchen, and the lounge room.
Summoning the Chalice of Deeds, it appeared instantly at his side floating in mid air.
The ability to summon certain objects of significant power had been one of his very few specialties. Just like the swords he summoned to fight for him should he need it, it was a talent he possessed that he did not share with his twin.
Summoning was alot like magic - some mages classified it a different branch. Whatever it was, Vergil wanted it, he summoned it, and got it.
No questions asked.
He held the bronze cup gently, and placed it on the bench, muttering several words that made the bronze glow gold.
It was a simple cup - plain on the outside with tiny ruins writings on the inside - this is what made the thing a rarity among treasures.
He slit the skin on his wrist, revealing nothing in his face that would tell anyone it stung. It honestly didn't, compared to the throbbing head ache and kink in his spine that was stubborn to leave.
"Alana." he said boredly.
"Good evening Vergil. What do I owe the pleasure?" came the scratchy voice of the beautiful woman behind him.
She had blonde curls bouncing above the cut of her off the shoulder jumper. It was white, with a black plaited belt around her waist. She wore dark denim jeans, with knee high black boots and long, dark eye lashes.
"I needed your services. You are to tell the queen that Vergil Sparda has made a decision. You are to tell her - them - that I want neither of them. They are beneath me."
Alana blinked stupidly.
"Sorry?" her already horrid voice broke.
Vergil regarded her, then picked her up by the throat and slammed her into the wall.
"They are beneath me. I don't want them." he said dangerously.
Alana bowed her head, looking down at the arm that held her so high in the air. She had no use for breathing. She hadn't needed it for quite a while.
"Vergil." she said, softly, her voice - gravely already - dropping two octaves. "I have known you almost as long as I have been breathing the life of an immortal. When have you ever lost control and man handled me?"
Vergil narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on the vampire's throat, whishing she would hurt her.
He dropped her, and she landed neatly, flicking her curls over her shoulder.
"I have never."
"So what has you in the human world these days?" she wheezed, smirking at his frowning self. "I haven't seen you around hell all that often."
"Alana, I'm warning you." he started dangerously.
She nodded.
"I'm telling both queens you aren't at all interested?"
"Yes."
The vampire eyed his bare chest, and thin satin boxers.
"I assume you know my needs." she drawled bitterly.
Indeed I do.
Instead of talking, which sometimes proved to be a waste of time, Vergil nodded sharply.
"They will, undoubtedly, try to shoot the messenger." she informed him.
Vergil nodded again, and held his arm out to her, his wrist closer to the vampire's lips then he would ever care to admit.
She shook her head, grinning, and pulled his throat down to her mouth.
"Just be sure to tell them, word for word, what I have told you." he said sourly, resisting the urge to pull out of the creature's embrace.
"I'll try to leave you standing." she snickered.
She bit into his neck, sucking harshly, draining a quart of his blood in almost three seconds flat.
She was tugging, her teeth imbedded deeply into his muscle. She had to work extra hard as his blood almost squirted out of his veins.
Vergil was frustrated, and growing tired. Still, he kept up his calm facade, and grit his teeth to take his mind off the vampire latched on to his throat.
She broke away gasping, digging her nails into his shoulder, drawing even more blood.
"Oh, Vergil, you taste heavenly!" she laughed, her cracking voice suddenly rich and feminie.
Vergil grit his teeth harder and waited for the sensation of his soul leaking out the side of his neck to pass.
Her sucking slowed, and softened - the way it did when she was getting fuller. Soon, her eyes began to droop, and her nails loosened.
She un-stuck her teeth from his artery, and licked her lips.
"Half demon, half human. I have to say Vergil, I missed your blood." she purred.
Her voice told him of her hunger. He knew she couldn't resist. She might be killed, but she would take the risk to sink her teeth into his throat any day. It had been that way for quite a while.
"Get out of my sight." he commanded.
"Don't be like that." she giggled.
"I want the Call to be done quickly, Alana."
"But we always used to talk after I took your blood." she pointed out. "Don't you like me any more?"
Vergil narrowed his eyes dangerously at the content vampire.
She shrugged, content, and allowed the Sparda boy out of her grip.
"As you wish."
She turned and ran, jumping out the window with ease, through the glass but not shattering it.
Vergil rubbed his neck, where the wound was healing nicely, but still burning all the same.
He murmured a small cuss, then turned and delivered the Chalice back to it's safest spot in the tear in the middle of no where.
He had blinked once, and then he was back in the room he shared with Angel.
His head cocked at the scene before him, though.
Angel's body, curled around a pillow, shaking, sweating, whimpering - cussing up a storm.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Pathetic human." he muttered, going over to the bed.
He shook Angel once, twice, then rolled her over impatiently.
She sobbed out something even he couldn't decipher.
"Angel, wake up."
"Robbie! Please, please Robbie!"
"Angel." he commanded sourly. "I said wake up."
"Please please please, Robbie! Don't do it! Don't do it! Help me, Robbie!"
Vergil sat the woman up, tearing the pillow out of her arms. He gave her a good shake- her eyes shot open.
She gasped.
"Ver-...Gil-...!!"
"Yes, Angel?" he drawled.
"I-I-I-..." she blinked, and visibly relaxed into the pillows again, closing her eyes.
He shook his head and climbed into the bed beside her, ignoring her mumbled obscenities, feeling drained but completely awake.
"Good night, Miss Williams."
"Mmm...I would love some pancakes right now."
Vergil shook his head again, and shimmied under the blankets, turning to wrap his arm around Angel's wary and sleepy form.
"I can't cook." he informed her quietly, yawning a little behind his hand.
She was so warm, and he was too tired to understand much at that point in time. All he knew was he was sleepy, and she was, in turn, wrapping her limbs around him.
"Well, it is rather simple, really." the human said innocently, turning to open a half eye at him. "Maybe I can teach you some time?"
Vergil shrugged. "If you wish."
Angel grinned, and closed her drooping eye.
"I will. Everybody knows how to cook pancakes."
Vergil took in a deep breath - inhaling the scent of the human and savouring it, though he did not quite know why - and closed his eyes.
"Hey, Vergil?"
"Hn?"
"How come your bleeding?"
Vergil opened one eye and checked the amount of blood flowing from his neck.
Minuscule, but still, she cared. Why? Stupid, nosy human.
"I cut myself shaving."
She raised an eyebrow at him, and opened one eye.
"At this hour?"
Vergil snorted, and opened his other eye, lazily. He pulled her closer into his arms, so close in fact that their noses were touching.
Unfortunately for him, the human remained curious and un-fazed by their closeness.
He sighed silently.
"A vampire took my blood, you little pest. There. Are you satisfied?"
She giggled, and fell asleep soon after.
So, she did know when he was telling the truth? Or did she just assume he didn't want to say? He had stopped bleeding by then, and he wasn't entirely sure that she was fully conscious as to remember this 'little chat'.
He hopped not. That might mean she remembered how he held her.
Why was he holding her?
I am cold, she is warm. he justified himself. Besides, she always cries or screams if I do not hold her. How troublesome.
Vergil didn't feel anything emotionally. He really didn't. Amusement, anger, frustration or mild enjoyment, but never anything full throttle. He didn't want, or need to.
As the human settled, Vergil found himself tuning into the sound of her heartbeat.
Why?
Because he could.
Why did these questions pester him so?
Because they always did.
Why was he being so dismissive? Why didn't he calculate his answers as per usual? Why?
Vergil closed his eyes as rested his cheek on the human's head, feeling her curl her arms around him tighter.
The human, like him, it seemed, was not comprehensive after they first awoke, and rather affectionate whilst sleeping. He had, many times in his life, slept with demonesses ranging from mere witch to the Queens themselves, and always held them while they slept.
It was the beauty of the woman, not the demon, that showed at this time - and he liked it.
Immensely.
Totally.
Completely.
Utterly.
Irrevocably.
But as he felt the sleep tug at his consciousness, he couldn't help but wonder:
Why did she care? Why did he care she cared?
Angel's Point Of Viewing:
"Mmm. No…" I groaned, twisting in the warmth of my blankets to hit the alarm with a fist.
"Good dream. I'm going back to sleeeeep."
I had the most wonderful dream - I was being dragged through a crowd of jostling bodies, by Vergil.
He kept glancing back at me, sneering, ordering me to keep his pace.
I was growing frustrated, until the last time he looked back, when I realised we were alone. He was still holding my hand. As it turned out, I was a famous and the most respected lawyer in the entire world. He was trying to protect me from the hundreds of people that needed me to fight for them.
Unable to find the alarm, I felt a rather warm, soft arm calmly reach over mine, and thump the annoying beeping off, followed by the sound of plastic shuddering, then crackling, broken.
"Mn." He mumbled, nuzzling my throat. "Sleep is good."
"What day is it?" I groaned into his hair.
"It's Saturday. Why do you have that blasted alarm on a Saturday?" he sighed, his breath spreading warmth over my shoulder.
"Mmm. Karate." I sniffed, feeling like crying. "I have grading classes today."
"Grading?"
"I assess the children that are going a level higher with their belt."
"Oh."
His grip tightened around my waist and I yawned, taking my hand from around the soft of his shoulders to yawn into it.
I felt him shift, then move, a thigh either side of mine, his neck craning up so his lips touched my jaw.
"Do you really want to go?"
"I don't want to. But I'm taking the dan classes, Vergil."
"Dan?" he asked, settling down into his original position, head against the flattest part of my chest.
"Yes. When you get a black belt, you then get your dans. Like stripes. God, I hate stripes. So artificial."
He chuckled. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
I groaned. "Neither do I!"
He yawned.
I sighed.
Then my eyes opened and I gasped.
"Vergil!" I scolded. "Get off of me!"
I saw a blurred blue eye open, followed by the other, and a small smirk grace his lips.
"Ugh. I don't have time for this. Get off!" I growled, taking my arms from his shoulders.
"What happened to sleep?" he drawled quietly, yawning.
I groaned. "Sleep is tempting. But I need to teach the gradings! I have to lead the kid's classes, and then I have to have dinner with Nathan."
He scowled. "Nathan. Hm."
I frowned. "Strictly professional, Mr. Sparda. Now, please, get off." I said coldly.
He moved slowly, defiantly, crawling up so our faces were level.
"This is the second time in sixteen hours you have done this to me." I said, narrowing my eyes at him, through the blush and sudden heart acceleration.
"Yes. I'm glad you observed." He smirked, though it wasn't the 'sexy, annoying' smirk – it looked rather cold, and somewhat frightening.
I didn't relent.
"I'm glad you observed my observing. Now remove yourself from my immediate vision or I'm going to damage your ego."
He shrugged.
"Go ahead."
I did.
I punched him in the stomach twice, hopefully stunning him, then freed my legs of the blankets and rolled him onto his back.
Squeezing my thighs around his torso, I wrapped my arms around his head, momentarily letting him smirk into my chest- and pulled him upward, flipping him over the end of the bed.
"Stay." I growled morbidly.
His head popped up from over the edge and his usual smirk graced his lips.
"Well, if I hadv'e known you would dispose of myself in such a manner," he mused, standing and dusting the back of his pants off.
"Then I would provoke you into 'damaging my ego' more often."
I growled.
Getting off the bed, I stormed towards the shower, mumbling obscenities under my breath and gathering my gear.
"You better stay clear of me, Vergil." I warned.
He chuckled in response.
I showered quickly with one eye on the door, which was locked and had a chair wedged underneath the handle.
"Damnit!" I cussed, realising I hadn't thought to bring underwear.
"What?" drawled Vergil from behind the door, almost instantaneously.
"None of your damn business!" I hissed.
I threw the door open, still dripping with a towel wrapped around my chest tightly, and stormed passed him to my room.
Rounding the hall, I slammed into something that shouldn't have been there.
"Oh!" I fell flat on my ass.
Tightening my grip on the towel, I scowled up at Mr. Grimes' greedy little eyes.
"What are you doing awake at this hour?"
"The thumping woke me up, precious." He purred.
I closed my splayed legs and righted the towel across my lap.
"Well?" I demanded. "Get out of here!"
"You're so cute." Cooed Mr. Grimes. "So tiny. Like a baby doll, you are. Little tiny girl like you needs a man on her arm, I reckon. Little, defenceless girl."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Are you under the impression-" I growled, getting to my feet and tucking the towel under my arm.
"-that I can't defend myself?"
He grinned toothily at me. "Naw, 'course not beaut."
"Good. Because I could take your drug ridden self any day." I snapped. "Not only that, but the amount of body weight you carry plus your quite obvious fitness level would apprehend you from doing so much as laying a finger on me."
He scowled.
I tensed.
His fist flew, to which I ducked, and dodged his oncoming back hander.
"Too slow, sweetheart." I sneered. "And I suggest if you plan to attack someone, you don't make it the person fighting to keep you out of jail."
He growled - why I was surprised to find it so many of my fellow humans irked me - and turned around.
I smirked at his retreating self then turned to go into my bedroom.
Once dressed accordingly, I found Vergil was waiting, fully clothed in a tight white tee – oh my God – and light grey track pants.
The ride to the venue was quiet but comfortable, with Papa Roach playing as the background music in my car.
At first, Vergil scoffed at my idea of music.
I told him calmly, that it was either Papa Roach or Nickleback.
He turned his nose up and jabbed his finger at Papa Roach.
I smirked, victory was mine for the taking.
When we arrived, I got some rather devastatingly bad news.
"I'm sorry, Angel." My burly biker sensei, Ralph, said, stroking his beard. "We had to cancel the gradings. There are too many kids wit' stripes and not enough belts to ern dans."
His eyes found Vergil and a bright grin lit his entire demeanour up.
It always surprised me how kind hearted this scary looking man was. He had six children to one woman, his wife, who he loved unconditionally. They had been together science they were fourteen. They were now forty, and their children were getting DUCKS of the school in science and maths.
His 'little' boy Brody, who was fourteen, hit on me endlessly. He was a black belt, a very good opponent in the gym because of how quick he moved. He never bothered me, instead, I flirted back.
"Who's the fulla?"
I smirked, and wrapped my arm around Vergil's middle.
"This is my boyfriend, Vergil. I just became pregnant with his babies."
"B-Babies?"
"Twins." I grinned. "They think it might be triplets."
"I…Oh…Congrats, Hun!" he boomed, scaring the littler kids, picking me up and swinging me around. "I'm happy for you!"
I laughed as soon as I saw Vergil's next to mortified face.
"I'm kidding, Vergil. Ralph, Vergil is my room mate, he came for the sword contest."
"Katana." They both corrected, Ralph setting me down.
I shrugged.
"Whatever."
"Well, hun, I s'pose he could…You do know how to use a sword, don't cha?" he shot at Vergil, whom I expected to cringe, but smirked.
"Of course."
He pulled Yamato from his back and swung it around with an expert grace.
"Show off." I muttered.
Ralph laughed, and Vergil looked up from re sheathing the magnificent weapon.
"Angel tried her hand at the sword once or twice. She can't lift it very high, puny little muscles like hers." He leered down his six foot two frame at me.
Vergil chuckled. "Why does that not surprise me?"
"Hey!" I defended myself, pouting. "I can beat you at both mind and muscle, Vergil dearest, don't mess with me." I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Yeah, leave my woman alone." came a pubescent voice.
An arm coiled around my waist, and Brody's lips found my forehead.
"Hey, beautiful." He winked, smirking down at me.
I sighed. "Why is it all the men in my life tower above me?"
"Because you, my darlin', are a short ass." Grawffed Ralph, thumping his son on the shoulder. "Quit sweatin' on mah star student."
Brody laughed and pulled me a little closer, wrapping both arms around my waist.
"But I must confess my undying love to her!" he declared.
"Again?" I groaned.
He laughed, as did Ralph.
There was announcement over the speakers, and Ralph rolled his eyes.
"Duty calls, Hun."
"Yes, most certainly." I sighed.
"Are you teachin', my love?" purred Brody in my ear.
I laughed and pushed him away.
"I must insist-"
"Talk human!" he reminded me.
I giggled, and turned to wrap my arms around his shoulders.
"Bugger off, you brat!"
"So you are teaching!"
"Yes, Brody, I'm teaching." I rolled my eyes and pushed his chest away from me. "Get in line now, and I may consider sparring against you."
He gasped. "Yeah?!"
"Better run fast."
He gave me an over dramatic kiss on the cheek, complete with sound effects, and ran off, grinning.
"You would fight a child?" questioned Vergil quietly.
I shrugged. "I wouldn't fight to hurt him, Vergil. That child is practically my own. He would have no competition, otherwise."
"Hn."
I pointed to a tent, and leaned closer to talk over the roaring of the crowd.
"That's where you warm up for the comp." I informed him, looking at his face to see indifference there.
"They'll tell you where to go, who you're fighting and basically anything your confused about."
He nodded, and began to walk off.
I smirked, bighting up some.
"Vergil!"
He turned, and I launched myself at him, wrapping my legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He blushed lightly.
"Good luck." I cooed.
He smirked, and braced my back with his large, warm hand, and lowered me as if in a tango.
"I don't need luck. I have skill." He smirked.
I tried to let go of him but I almost fell flat on my back, and had to resort to clenching my thighs tighter around him.
I groaned, and let my head flop back.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
He chuckled.
His other hand raised my head from behind my neck and his eyes twinkled with mischief.
"You walked right into this, Angel."
"Actually, I jumped."
Trying to rid myself from him with out falling, I failed.
"Could you let me up, Vergil?"
"If you give me something." He drawled.
"Like what?" I scowled, narrowing my eyes at him.
"A kiss." He said, grinning.
My jaw dropped. As did I.
Stupidly enough, I let go, and fell flat on my back.
"Ow."
He chuckled, and leaned over me.
"Well, if you really want it that way…"
"Whoa!" I jumped up, and stepped into stance on impulse.
"Fight!" I heard someone yell.
"Yeah! It's Missus Angel!"
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
I smirked.
"Unfortunately, I have a class to teach, kids."
They groaned.
"Why not?" boomed my sensei, chuckling. " I reckon he could give you a run for your money."
I looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. "I don't want to hurt him, in any case, Sensei. Otherwise he'll be in hospital when I need him to pay the bills." I pouted.
The kids laughed.
I sent them a serious look. "You think I'm kidding?"
They giggled some more. "We know you aren't!"
"Did you go shopping, Luv?" giggled Ana, Ralph's gorgeous blonde wife. She always awed me, being so gentle, polite and elegant when she looked like a air brushed porn star, to be perfectly honest.
I groaned. "Is it that obvious?"
The scantily clad woman giggled some more. "We should grab Linda and go sometime, Luv."
Ralph shook his head frantically. "Oh no. Oh no! Last time you went, my credit card was never the same. Still recoverin', in fact-!"
"Oh shush." Ana put a hand over his mouth. "I'll just look."
I smirked, and dropped my stance.
Quick as lightning, Vergil had me in a head lock.
I gasped.
"Oh no you did not just-!"
"Didn't I?" he near sneered. This, I deducted, was his form of teasing.
"Alright. You asked for it." I growled, twirling from his grip.
I heard a few startled gasps and 'oo's and 'ahh's from the crowd.
I sneered. "Later. I have priorities."
Vergil snickered, and I plastered on a fake smile.
"C'mon, then baby, le's go." Brody said, in what I supposed was a reassuring matter. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and pulled me off to the gym we were to train in.
I was mildly furious with Vergil for showing me up in front of all my friends.
How dare he? But that wasn't the point. I had to focus on my training of the kids.
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I was sweaty, and sticky, and I needed a shower.
One of my duties as a sensei over the kids was, I had to do what they did. I not only worked them hard, I made them do doubles when they wined.
It was funny! Most of them were teenagers anyways, and we all laughed throughout the entire thing.
Making my way over to the tent, I heard the commentator's excited voice.
"And look at him go! A first time player - oh! I didn't even know somebody could bend that way! And OH! He's done that niffty little thing with his sword again!"
I threw the flaps to the tent open and shoved my way threw the crowd. The arena itself was set up as a ring, elevated in the middle of the floor.
Vergil stood there, glaring at the last contestant.
"Make your life easier." he sneered. "Walk away."
And to my complete disbelief, he did.
Vergil's lip curled upwards, and he put his sword away coolly, whilst the crowd went mad.
"We have a new state champion!"
Vergil rolled his eyes and made his way through the jostling bodies.
"I can't believe this!" I hollered over the noise. "Where did you train?"
He shrugged. "I trained myself."
Vergil grabbed my wrist and dragged me over to collect his trophy.
As we made our way outside, I was reminded of my dream- and was shocked at how accurate the situation was. Only, it was Vergil's success, not mine, and there was no smile on his face.
Vergil pulled me through to the fresh air, and dragged me half way behind the tent.
I tugged my wrist away and glowered.
"The amusing thing is," he drawled airily, waving a hand around. "I wasn't even trying."
To all appearances, he was telling the truth. There was not one bead of sweat on him (I would know, eyeing off his completely sweat-free shirt) and his face remained impassive.
"So what did you come here for then?"
"Because, I wanted to see what humans fought like. I must say, the first two were almost too easy. But the third, a mere child who was named Amy-"
I took a breath in at the name.
I'm sure there are plenty of sword wielding Amy's in the world.
"-was quite bothersome."
I sighed. Something was very off putting with this conversation. "Vergil, you just became a state champion." I said slowly. "How are you not excited?"
He snickered.
"I am a half demon, Angel," he replied, using the same slow voice I had used on him moments ago. "They were of no match for me."
I rolled my eyes. "You are not a half demon, Vergil."
I felt Ralph wrap an arm around my shoulders. He glared at Vergil.
"Where'd you learn to figh' li'e tha', fulla? Tha' was fair mad footwork."
Vergil shrugged one shoulder.
Ralph shrugged in return, and turned to me with a goofy grin on his face.
"Wer'n' you gonna figh' the bloke?"
I smirked, and looked at Vergil with challenging eyes.
"If he's up for it."
Vergil's lips, pulled into a straight line, loosened, and curled skywards.
I barely felt Ralph leave my side.
I circled the cool man, finding my footing and standing, abruptly still.
For a moment, I was almost aware of the ever growing crowd. But from the moment I threw a fist- everything was silent to me, except for the sounds my body made, the sound of flesh on flesh, and the sounds that escaped Vergil's lips.
I threw a punch, he blocked it. He threw it back, sending me off guard.
"Come on." I teased, bopping with the adrenaline. I threw a punch but feinted, then turned and punched him in the gut.
Winded, he doubled over to the side some, eyes going wide.
"Hmph." I looked over at my sensei. "And you said he'd give me a run for my mone-Oh!"
Vergil had me pinned like lighting.
I growled. "That's low; I wasn't looking."
He smirked and got real close to my lips. "Are you scared, little human?"
I grunted and unwound my legs from underneath him, wrapping them around his hips.
Not in the karate manual, but definitely in mine.
"Oh. You've just got yourself into some deep trouble, Vergil."
I took his arms out and gripped his wrists, rolling him onto his back.
"So you like it on top?" he sneered.
I narrowed my eyes and punched him in the jaw.
"Why do you insist on pissing me off?" I glowered, getting off his chest and stepping into stance.
He smirked and licked the blood from his lower lip.
"Entertainment."
He jumped up with the agility of a cat – I was momentarily jealous.
Then I saw the line of his biceps under his shirt and closed my eyes.
MUST PAY ATTENTION TO THE WAY HIS BODY MOVES, NOT HIS ATUAL BODY...!
I launched the next attack, skidding on my knees at the last minutes to take his legs out from beneath him.
He jumped my attack and almost caught my ankle – I pushed him away.
"Little human? Does that bother you?" he taunted, dodging every single one of my blows to the face. "Little girl." He said in a sing song voice. "You can't hit me. You can't hit me-"
I landed one punch in his gut, feeling my knuckles crack, and narrowed my eyes, willing the tears away.
"Damnit Vergil!" I snarled. "Don't talk down to me!"
He stepped back and held up a hand to make me pause.
I cocked my head at him.
He just smirked, and slowly took his shirt off.
"You don't fight fair." I murmured.
He raised an eyebrow.
My gaze travelled down that awesomely toned chest- around each pectoral the down his ribs, seeing each one and appreciating them all entirely.
I gulped as my eyes found his abs, shadowed and mysterious and sexy and sweaty and- totally lickable. I blushed, and he snickered, chest jumping.
My lips curled into a smirk of their own.
I cracked my neck.
"Okay, pretty boy." I drawled, rolling my shoulders. "You wanna fight dirty huh? Fine. Let's fight dirty."
I gripped the edge of my shirt and saw his smirk falter, just for a second.
I pulled it up teasingly over my stomach, pausing at my navel when I saw his jaw tense. Over my head and arms, as slow as I could with out looking a fool, and threw it to a stunned Brody in the crowd.
Standing in track pants and slightly busty black sports bra – these were the best type for fighting, I'd found, funnily enough – I struck the sexiest pose I could manage.
With my hip jutting out, one hand on my hip with the other taking the tie from my hair, I let my curls spill across my back and shook my head, letting them bounce forwards and flow across my shoulders.
"See something you like, Vergil?" I purred, my totally fake pout in play.
I saw his jaw open slightly, and he let out a small hiss.
His eyes lowered from mine to my chest, and down my stomach, sweeping the surface.
I flew in, kick after kick, landing one – and only one, after about seven – and Vergil caught my foot.
"Mistake!" he hissed.
I grunted and in slow motion- jumped up, landing the other on his chest and pushing with everything I had – tearing a muscle but feeling my foot come free.
I gasped when I hit the floor on my ankle, toppling over but jumping up, leaning on the other more prominently.
"Come on!" I yelled, stepping into stance. "Quit defending! Show me what you got!"
His smirk twisted.
"You're hurt." He pointed out.
"I'm not." I hissed, bopping on my ankle to prove my point. I hissed, as pain of two sorts shot through me – actual physical pain, and the type of pain that comes with disappointment. I wasn't used to disappointment.
"C'mon!"
"I can't fight you." He stepped forward, to which I sent an uppercut at his jaw.
He brushed it away.
I punched at his stomach twice, two jabs, then kicked him in the ribs, feeling my injured ankle crack.
I sent another uppercut, to which he caught my wrist and twisted my arm so that my back was on his chest.
Feeling his sweat on mine, I growled.
"I can't fight you. Not when I'm half demon and in full health. It's no fun." He drawled.
"Half demon my ass!" I hissed over my shoulder at him.
He partially threw me away, stumbling.
I turned and matrix style sent a kick at his chest, flying through the air with my fists raised.
He caught my ankle.
"There you go again!" he snarled.
He twisted it, sending me spinning in the air. I caught sight of his grimacing face and managed to stomp on his nose before I hit the floor.
"Angel!"
"OhMiGawd!"
"Ange!"
"Vergil?"
"Hey, is he okay?"
"What about our sensei?!"
"That was so cool!"
"Maaaaad!"
"Whoa!"
"I've never seen anyone move so fast!"
"Did you ever think anyone could beat her?"
"She isn't beat!"
"Yeah she is. She hit the floor before he did."
"Nu uh!"
"Ya huh!"
"Ow…" I groaned, rolling onto my back.
Shadows swum into my vision.
"Angel?"
"Vergil?" I whispered.
"Yes."
I blinked harshly. I could see his hair, I could see his eyes. But I couldn't see him.
Something dropped onto my cheek.
I touched it, and blinked at the ruby on my fingers.
"Uhm…Sorry. I think I kicked your nose into submission."
He chuckled. "Yes. You did."
I blinked again and tried to sit up.
Vergil's hand found my shoulder and he helped me sit up.
"You passed out for about five minutes!" Brody exclaimed.
"I think it was exhaustion." Grawffed sensei Ralph. "I didn't know you could fight so fast, Hun. I am so proud." He glared daggers at Vergil. "And you. How could you go so hard on her? She's half your size-!"
"I am completely capable of handling myself." I groaned. "I just…was more focused on how good his ass looked in those pants than-" I froze. "I did not just say that out loud."
"Yes," Vergil smirked, taking his hand from my shoulder. "You did."
I groaned and fell back onto the floor.
"Angel?"
"Are you okay?" came Brody and Ralph's worried voices.
"Someone please, kill me." I blushed into my hands. "I can't ever look him in the eye again."
I heard them all chuckle, then felt someone's arms curl under my neck and knees.
"Oh! What are you-?" I blushed and looked at my hands when Vergil's overly smug smirk caught my eye.
"Doing?" I whispered, ashamed.
He chuckled again, and tightened his grip on me.
"You twisted your ankle, tore a muscle and dislocated two knuckles, Angel. I'm not going to wait for you to limp your way to the car."
I scowled, then glared up at him. "I can walk!"
"No, you can't." he said coolly.
I glared.
As we approached the car, I began to struggle. Not that I wasn't struggling as soon as we finished speaking, but I struggled harder.
"Vergil!" I barked, as we neared the car.
Surrounded by emptiness, my voice echoed.
"Shut up." He growled.
My fists beat on his shoulders.
"I can walk by myself, damnit!"
He whirled, and pinned me to the car, glaring down his nose at me.
His hips were wedged between mine and I froze.
"Wh-…?"
He leaned forwards, and growled deep in the back of his throat.
"I carried you." He narrowed his eyes.
His hand found my busted knuckles and squeezed gently. I yelped.
He leaned forwards, biting my ear lobe, then whispered "You fight well. For a human."
"Vergil." I spluttered, blushing, trying to keep my cool but failing. "You aren't a demon!"
"Half," he corrected lowly, then he kissed the joint under my jaw. "And yes, I am." His free hand pinned my shoulder into the car, forcing my hips out into his.
"This isn't funny!" I hissed. "This teasing- it's gone far enough!"
"Who said anything about teasing?" he drawled, nipping my throat.
I writhed away from him, trying to buck him away from me with everything I had.
He squeezed my wrist. I let a small whimper go. I felt him smirk into my thorax.
I struggled in his grip and pushed his shoulders away with every thing I could in one aching, quaking arm.
I didn't like this situation. Too many bad memories. Lots of bad memories.
I almost cried out for my father to stop what he was doing out of habit.
"L-Let me go." I whispered, craning my neck away from him. "Let me go right now, Vergil Sparda."
His teeth grazed my jaw.
"Vergil?" I mumbled, nervous.
Lips found the extremely sensitive part of my throat and a small moan escaped my lips.
He sucked there, tongue probing and testing as he pleased.
My head lolled back as opposed to craning away, and my eyes half shut.
"Vergil…"
I sucked in a hiss when he bit me – tenderly, if there was such a thing.
His hand worked from pinning my shoulder to supporting my lower back, then curved down and cupped my ass.
I gasped.
"Vergil!" I scolded.
His fingers dug into my wrist lightly, and I bit my lip.
Okay, I get it. He won't hurt my wrist as long as I let him do what he wants. Perfect.
His hand holding my wrist lifted, and he pulled away for breath.
He dropped my injured wrist on his shoulder, and hooked it around the back of his neck.
Lips tickled up my thorax to the corner of my lips – causing me to jerk away.
His hand squeezed my ass again.
His now free hand gripped my jaw, turning it to face him.
The look in his eyes frightened me.
Intense, burning, wanting, lusting.
He wanted me.
I opened my mouth to say something.
He pulled my head forward-
"Verge? Oh, man, you've got to be kidding me!"
Vergil's lips had just touched mine when he pulled away, glaring over his shoulder at some one.
I looked over his shoulder.
"Well. You didn't inform me you had a twin, Vergil." I said bitterly.
"I wasn't aware he knew I was alive, thus causing me no problems." he growled.
The twin pouted. "Ah, c'mon, Verge. I missed you when you were dead. Twice."
I raised an eyebrow at him and tightened my legs from Vergil's hips self consciously, as the man's gaze swept over my form.
"You can put me down now, Vergil." I said coldly, my eye catching some one I would rather do without.
"Well, well, lookie what we got here." she purred.
I narrowed my eyes.
"Amy."
"Hiya, big sister. Wassup?" The fourteen year old girl grinned, and waved.
"Amy," I repeated, glowering dangerously. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I could ask you the same thing." she smirked, winking.
The Twin snickered. "You have another older sister? Priceless. Your sister, my brother."
She jumped into his arms, causing me to frown and subconsciously tighten my grip on Vergil's shoulders. "That's because we share good taste in looks." she smirked. "But I get the better brother. He's fat."
"Who is he?" I hissed in Vergil's ear.
"My baby brother." he scowled. "Dante."
Dante just grinned, and swung her onto his back.
"Damn!" she yelled, laughing. "Look at the size of that hicky!"
I blushed furiously and covered the place where Vergil had so artfully found, hoping to God that it would fade by Monday.
Vergil slid me down his front, never taking his eyes off of the others, and set me half hidden behind him.
I flushed as pain of every sort overrode my system, and hid in his shoulder almost biting my lip off.
"Uhm...Dante, I think we interrupted something." Amy giggled, freckles bunching up, biting into her lip, not looking at any thing other than her feet.
Dante caught on and almost doubled over with laughter.
"Oh Gawd!" he roared. "That's the funniest thing I have ever seen! My brother, stickin' out like...damn. No comparison. Funniest thing I have ever seen!"
I blushed.
"Now you know what yours looks like." She teased.
Dante grinned over his shoulder at my baby sister.
"Not like that, brat."
She pouted. "Who you callin' brat?"
"Enough!" snarled Vergil, hands curling into fists.
I saw Amy flinch, hiding beneath Dante's hair, her black curls contrasting against his pearly white bangs something chronic.
"Uhm. Don't take this the wrong way or anything," She called, eyeing me. "But your boyfriend scares me."
"He isn't my boyfriend." I narrowed my eyes at her. I didn't know what Vergil was to me now.
"Your sister is a babe!" chuckled Dante, lightening the mood.
I rolled my eyes.
Typical male.
"Aren't I your fave any more, bub?" wined my sister, pouting at the back of Dante's head.
He laughed, and set her down.
"Now, don't mind me, I just have to go talk to my big brother." he told her. "He was dead for a little while, so I have to go check."
Both of my eyebrows shot upward.
She shrugged. "Plausible enough! Don't die, you're still my sugar daddy." She winked.
I narrowed my eyes at the exchange.
He messed up her hair, which she frowned at.
"Amy." I growled, storming ( trying to suppress the limping) past Dante, who checked me out on the way past.
"What are you doing here? Where's Alex? Why aren't you at school? Where's mum and dad?" the questions came out thick and fast, although I never intended them to be like that.
I saw her wince at the last one.
I grabbed her shoulders, lightly in one hand and squeezing with the other, and shook her, trying to get an answer.
She frowned and pushed me off.
"Cut it out, Ange." she mumbled, looking down, tears filling her eyes.
"Why are you crying?" I demanded.
Never, in all her fourteen years, have I ever seen my sister so weak. Gun shots rang out behind me, but I couldn't look away from the totally devastated look on my baby sister's face.
What was wrong? Why wouldn't she tell me?!
I scowled at the floor.
"I'm not crying." she spat. "There is a freaking bug in my eye."
"Convenient." I hissed.
"Mum and dad split." She told me, speaking into her chest. "Dante saved my life. He saved Alex, too. He was looking for you, and his brother. I never thought you'd get with a guy like that, though." She tired to smile up at me, but failed. I saw right through it.
"What do you mean, 'split'? As in divorce?" I asked urgently, the sounds of clanging swords filling the air. Ralph was sure to hear that soon.
She shook her head, obviously trying very hard not to cry.
"They left." She mumbled uneasily, pulling my arms from me. "They left me and Alex to fight off several hundred demons. Dante saved us."
I looked down to see a blank look on my youngest sister's face, that turned into a look of hurt, then betrayal, then fear, then worry, then anger.
"Dante?" I just had to clarify.
"The red twin." She smirked half heartedly.
I took a look over her shoulder, and then grabbed her arm as gently, yet as firmly, as I could.
"We're going."
"Um, hold up, bub. No, we're not." She tore her arm from my grasp. "And put a shirt on, Jeeze!"
I scowled.
"Amy Lynne Williams." I growled, grabbing her arm with my not-so-sore hand. "You are coming with me."
She growled, something I'd assume she'd picked up from Alex.
"No. I'm not."
"Excuse-?"
"You left, Angel. You left us when we needed you." She narrowed my own eyes at me. "For what? A fancy job? Yeah. Pathetic. Give the sister act a break, cut the horse shit, and run along to go fuck your boyfriend." She seethed. "'Cuz I don't give a fuc-"
Dante lost control of his weapon, and the bullets flew in her direction.
I pushed her back.
She toppled over backwards, the memory of my palm hitting her so hard imbedded in my memory.
She shook violently as I leaned over her.
I think she got the wrong idea. I didn't see where I had hit her- only a giant red palm print on her cheek.
"D-D-Don't..." She whimpered. "Angel, listen, don't, okay? I'm sorry!"
"What?" I hissed. What was she talking about? Why was she so terrified? Didn't she see the gun?
She began to back away from me ,on the floor, horrified.
I took a step forwards, some weird emotion throbbing in my chest. I didn't mean it, not at all.
"I'm sorry!" she sobbed out.
I didn't let up. Memories, vivid and horrible, burned into my eyes every time I blinked. I remembered picking up my littlest sister's limp body, tears crashing down my face and onto hers, little blood droplets rolling of her face, mingled with my agony.
"Amy." I said in a soft voice. "Get up."
She cowered.
"I said," I started, glaring. "Get up." She didn't need to be scared of me. Didn't she remember me saving her all those times...?
"No...N...LADY!" She shrieked, seeing some woman with short brunette hair, tiny mini skirt and next to see through navel revealing blouse.
The lady looked over, confused, then caught sight of me and scowled.
Punches were exchanged, and I tried to land a few good kicks. But God, she was good.
I dodged and spun, but her heel came down on my cheek and I could taste blood.
"Damnit!" I cursed, rolling as another heel was thrown in my direction.
"What are you doing? Lady, c'mon! We're leaving!"
I looked up at my littlest sister, tears crashing down her face, and rolled onto all fours to make a sprint for her. Another woman held her to her chest, black leather bodice utterly disturbing and revealing.
I heard a yelp, surprised when I realised it came from me, hurdling from the floor, flying into a car and slumping down it, semi-conscious.
I felt glass pitter patter onto my face.
"Ange?" my little sister whispered. From across the car park, I could hear her. I needed to fix what was wrong, take out who ever was on her case.
"That frickin' whore!" the lady appeared at her side, hands curled into fists. "Look what she did to my shirt!" she pointed to a fresh bloodstain.
I didn't see any wound on her, save for a nice shiny bruise on her cheek.
"What shirt?" Amy giggle-sobbed, staring at the almost see through blouse the lady wore.
She pulled a face. "Very funny."
I scowled and tried to stand, though the car I was leaning on was where the roof should be and... wait. The roof? There was no roof. Just the crystal clear blue sky...
Swords met in mid air, followed shortly by their owners. Heated words were exchanged, and it was Dante who drew back reluctantly.
"C'mon, kid. Let's hit the road."
I watched my sister hesitate, glancing back at me.
I tried to work the words around my tongue - 'It's okay, I'm here,' but nothing but a strangled choke came out.
"We're moving." Dante threw my seemingly stunned sibling over his shoulder, and I watched the bare chested, cold eyed other flit over to my side.
"You have a sister." he said coldly, lifting me up like I was made of glass.
"You have a brother." I drawled. "And he's your twin."
He scowled. "Yes."
I sighed and laid my head against his shoulder.
"I need Advil." I informed him, holding my throbbing head. "And wine. Lots and lots of wine."
"For once, Angel, I couldn't agree with you more."
