Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or any of it's characters/Ideas or concepts. The only things I own are Erika, the outlline/storyline, and Incubus and his minions :D Also Far warning... this will be a boring chapter, but it'll help with the storyline later.


Spell Bound


"Dan…" Erika breathed out. She had first seen him across the room when she noticed the demon was talking to Dante's friend. She didn't know who his friend was, but she seemed to understand finally, that she wasn't there to harm Dante. At first, she was able to see the whole room, but she heard Dante call out to her, and in an instant, she was blinded. The only image she could see, was the figure standing, in the red coat and silver hair. The room seemed like an endless hallway, and she became distraught, thinking of how long it would take to reach what she wanted. Everything around her seemed to fade from existence, except for him.

Erika had always been able to control her feelings, especially when she was inflicted with the lust. Even in the past, she figured it was just the need for human caress. She had always been cursed with the feeling of lust, for as long as she has know, and she was trouble with the fact that his touch was so empowering, and why she lost control so easily. It wasn't like she hadn't been around other demons before. She was thankful for the voice in the back of her head, keeping her cool and collected when the time called for it. She had only slipped up once, she couldn't allow it to slip through her fingers.

Dante was just as lost as her, everything seemingly in a fog, and he couldn't notice that Trish was being taken out of the room. He was watching her closely, and he noticed something, something was different about her. Her poster seemed stiff, almost timid, and her eyes shown something deeper than before, like she was lost within herself, instead of what was clearly in front of her. Dante smiled at the thought. He began to wonder if he too, seemed that way. He tried to look around, wondering if he was really freaking out, and when he turned nothing would register.

"Dant…" she tried to speak again, but the words only seemed to fumble out of her mouth. She was within reach of him, reaching her hand out and caressing his face. She found it, almost comforting how she did it, but she was glad that he was there. But the feeling didn't last long, the lust took over, and she wanted him. She closed her eyes, trying to regain her thoughts. She felt something grab her by the waist, and a small whimper escaped her lips. She opened the slits of her eyes, and noticed Dante was closer then before, heightening the wretched curse, and he was looking at her with the same gaze she had seen in his eyes before. At that moment, she didn't care, the feeling of him holding her was enough to make every thought in her mind vanish. She was transfixed, not caring about the little voice in her head, which had finally gone silent for the fact that he was burning her again. She never liked the pain, but somehow it always aroused her, always craving more, even after she was on the verge of passing out.

"Dante…" She was able to say, and Dante watched her. He was glad to hear her call his name, he would love to hear more of it, whispers or screaming. He had one arm wrapped around her, holding her close, and was savoring her and nuzzling her neck. This time their skin was not allowed to burn, her clothing kept it from doing so, and his clothing didn't help either. He had pulled her close until she was on her toes, and she didn't resist him, all that was going through his mind, was whether or not he would be able to get further than last time. He couldn't remember how she had passed out last time, he couldn't remember even if she had passed out, or pretended to, either way… He didn't care. All He wanted was to feel her touch, and a whole lot more.

"Take him away, Erika…" A sinister voice echoed. Both Dante and Erika heard it, feeling the presence loom over them, but neither of them were able to control their bodies as Erika pushed him off her and grabbed his wrist, pulling him somewhere he couldn't see. She didn't even know where she was headed, but her legs took her, unrelenting, and she knew where they would end up. Some where with a bed. She couldn't think, her hand was beginning to burn, and she couldn't tell if he had the same burning sensation or not. It wasn't burning into her skin like before, it almost felt as if her had was over steam, only enough to create such a sensation.

-Where are you taking me?- She heard a voice speak. She almost felt a sense of dread, like she shouldn't be going along with it any more, but it wasn't like she had a choice. It wasn't like the outcome of the encounter would be a bad thing, but the feeling of being helpless and losing control of her own body make her panic. As Erika slowly walked through the doors, with Dante in toe, her mind was officially racing on lust, and the demon she hated so much. It was his fault that she was in this position, but it was also her own, to get him with her grasp to kill him. There was nothing she could do about it. She turned the corner and heard someone speak, she knew the voice was male, but it seemed so far away. She was losing to the demons powers. She squeezed her hand, feeling and finding she still had Dante, feeling relieved. The only name she could think of him as, the name they all called themselves, was Incubus.

They were the demons that thrived of sexual energy from those who slept, women were the weakest, easiest to suck dry. The stories never talked of how they would devour their victims after they would drain them. She was guilty of playing the sexual games, just as the Incubus and his minions did, countless times during the night, but she never feasted on them after. She didn't have the powers, and she wouldn't label herself a cannibal. But it was all a ploy to trick the Incubus into think that she was on his side, so she could get the help of Dante, and finish this demon off by her own hands. She couldn't even remember how she had gotten caught up in this game, but she knew that he was responsible for her family's demise.

She felt the cold metal of the knob, some what waking her from the spell, and she opened the doors, as a flood of light fell upon her. "Hey!" She heard Dante, feeling something tugging at her and shaking her. She continued, closing the door behind her. She was preparing to turn around, right before she was able to face Dante, a hand came and hit the door, snapping her out of her daze.


A/N: This one, I believe is a highly boring… boring read. Hell it took me most of the day to actually get this one done. *sigh* But the only thing is, if you read it all, at least you got a bit of the back story. ^-^