Chapter 10! I'm so proud of myself for keeping up with this...lol Sorry if the update didn't come sooner. The new HP book clogged my weekend! Anyone else? lol
I think it's safe to say we have only 1 more chapter left after this! Don't quote me on it, but I believe that's the way things are going. This is the Dante/Amy chapter. Well, more Dante than Amy, but I don't think anyone will complain? I know I'm not:D Hope you enjoy!
Bleed for Me
Chapter 10
A few more minutes... just a few more. She groaned inwardly as she felt the warmth of sunlight streaming through her bedroom windows. She felt so tired, all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep. She felt warm, clean, and exhausted against the sheets of her bed. The type of sleep you only get when you know you have to get up.
Her mouth felt dry and her body felt heavy. The air around her felt cold and sterile. Not at all like the musty scent her bedroom had whenever she'd left the windows closed for too long. It had always been that way because she had once, a long time ago, been a smoker. She had quit because her foster mom had talked her out of it. When she died unexpectedly Amy felt it needed to be done. She had loved Ms. Ivers for taking her in, and for adopting her even though she was almost old enough to live on her own. So she had quit, but the scent of smoke had never really left the apartment. The lingering scent had always been a comfort to her.
But she noticed the scent again and suddenly felt out of place. She slowly peeled her eyelids open to be practically blinded by the white ceiling above her. Her eyes strained to focus, as if she hadn't seen sunlight in years. She moved her limbs, noticing they felt tight and weak all at the same time. Then it returned to her, like a wave of cold water.
Vergil... Had she actually jumped out of that window to avoid him? Her rational mind would've screamed in protest at the idea, but she hadn't been rational then. She had been desperate and afraid of the look in his eyes. But, where was she now?
Almost as if someone had slowly turned the volume up she noticed a rhythmic noise close to her. She peeled herself from off the bed to notice she was hooked up to machines, all of which seemed to be indicating she was alive and breathing. As she made to sit up though she found the source of the one noise she couldn't place. Dante lay with his head just to the side of her right arm. She smirked as a loud snore escaped his mouth. She leaned over and laid a hand on his shoulder and he moved a bit, rubbing his face further into the covers.
Amy leaned over to his side and blew directly into his ear. He turned his head to protect it and now he was facing her. She grinned at him.
"Dante" She said gruffly. Her mouth still dry as a desert. For a moment he stretched his neck and slowly opened his eyes. Lazily he smirked at her, as if she were nothing more than a figment of his imagination. Yet as she flicked the tip of his nose with her finger he suddenly sat bolt upright, almost falling off his chair.
"Don't DO that!" He groaned, hands covering his face. "You'll scare a man half to death being that close without any make up."
She only smiled at him as he went to stand, stretching as far as his arms could go. She was so relieved to see him. To see anyone who didn't make her feel threatened. Dante leaned over the bed looking at her.
"How are you feeling?" He asked with a sleepy smile on his face.
"Fine, I guess." She replied playing with her covers.
"Good. Then stay put." He said suddenly grabbing his coat and throwing it over his shoulder. Amy stared blankly at his back as he walked towards the door.
"WAIT!" Amy called out to him. He turned to look at her. "Where are you going?" She finally asked when Dante refused to read the question in her eyes.
"Vergil." He said casually. "You'll be safe here, he shouldn't bother you anymore." Her face suddenly paled again.
"D-did you kill...?" She gaped at him.
"No, not yet." He said with a note of dissatisfaction.
"I-I don't understand! Why would he just let me go, I have the..." She began, but froze when her hand clasped around air at her throat. Where is the necklace?! She looked back up at Dante and he confirmed her fear.
"You see why I have to go? I didn't notice it was missing at first. I thought the doctors took it off you when I brought you in, but they said you weren't wearing any jewelry when we arrived." Dante turned towards the door again.
"Let me go with you!" Amy began pulling off all the contraptions stuck to her, but as soon as she went to leave the bed she felt her legs give way. She would've hit the floor if Dante hadn't caught her in time.
"You can't come with me. You can barely stand." He smirked at her when she attempted to try again. He suddenly felt her hand grasping onto his shoulder.
"Please don't go." She said in a broken, desperate tone. She was thinking of the last time he and Vergil met. She knew Dante was strong, but somehow she could see him not making it back this time.
Dante took her shoulders and sat her back on the bed, looking determinedly at her. "Don't worry, I'll come back to check on you once this is over with. You've played your part in this, and I won't let you get in the middle any more." His voice was firm. "I'm ending this."
Your brother will be down shortly Amy. Just wait for him...
"You really are Vergil's brother." Amy whispered. She turned her head to look away from him, hurt reflected in her tone.
"What makes you say that?" He asked giving her a confused look.
"Vergil decided to leave then because it was best for me, and now you say the same thing. Like I haven't been living this with you? Haven't I proven enough to be able to decide whether or not I remain involved?"
"He tried to kill you Amy." Dante said gravely. She pulled back from his hands and just stared at him. "If I had come a second later..." He paused as she began shaking her head at him. "Let him GO!" He pleaded with her. "What will it take to show you? For you to realize her doesn't care what happens to you, or me!"
Dante grabbed her arm and lifted the gown's arm up to reveal the cut there. "He did that to you!" He yelled at her. When she wouldn't look at him he went to rip the neckline down to expose the stitches on her shoulder. Amy pushed him away and smacked him.
"What is wrong with you two?" She said angrily. "What do you think I am? Some toy for you two to play with? I'm tired of being pawed by BOTH of you!" Amy wrapped the covers around herself and felt her cheeks burning with red. She couldn't meet his eyes. The situations with them before she'd blacked out had been so sensitive. Her and Vergil at the piano, by the door. Dante in her room. She didn't like how familiar she was getting to their touch, and especially how comfortable they seemed to be at treating her like a mindless doll.
"I wasn't trying to do..anything" Dante replied. But Amy noticed his eyes had darkened when she'd said it. He turned from her and headed again to the doorway, his back rigid as he walked. "I'll come back and check on you." He said tonelessly to her without looking over his shoulder.
Amy watched him leave the room and sank back into her bed. She watched out the window for a long time without so much as a sigh to indicate her current thoughts on the situation. Maybe it was better to leave it alone. She had never wanted to be a part of this even when she had been thrown into it unwillingly. But something was happening within her. She felt a change since the two had come into her life. She could never hope to be a part of their world, she knew that, but she also knew that their interruption of hers had woken her from a long slumber. As much as Dante and her butted heads, as much as Vergil had hurt her, she had never felt so alive. So needed. She felt shame at these thoughts. Amy knew full well her actions could've gotten her killed time and time again, but she could allow these thoughts while in the comfort of knowing she'd survived it.
She had also found comfort in a memory she couldn't place. It could've been a dream, she wasn't really sure after all that must've happened between her fall and waking up here. But she thought she'd seen Vergil in her dream. They were in a large building that smelled of water and dust, and Vergil was asleep a ways away from her. In his sleep he had called out her name in a tone she'd never heard him use before. It sounded strained, and desperate. "What have I done?" He'd said.
She didn't remember anything else, and she wasn't sure if it was real or not, but she couldn't get the sound of him saying her name out of her head. She covered her face with her hands, not knowing what to believe. He tried to kill you! Dante's voice, and Vergil's clashed in her mind. Fighting there as they would be doing again as soon as Dante found him.
She was tired of being told to stay put, to hide, to not follow. The result of each of those demands had all been bad. David's nasty trick, her brother's death, and now what would happen to Dante? True, she was no match for Vergil, but the thought of him calling to her… It gave her hope. Something she hadn't had in years.
Amy pushed herself up from the bed. Her legs seemed to have remembered how to walk, and so she made her way to where her clothes sat dry on a chair. She picked up Vergil's shirt and stared at the bloodstains on it. The large one near the abdomen where she had stabbed him and now the one on the back shoulder where he had stabbed her. She slipped back into it and it felt warm. It felt familiar in this cold an unfamiliar place.
She didn't know what would become of her now, but she felt she was too involved to turn back. How could Dante expect her to step back into her life as if nothing had happened? She had made up her mind by the time she'd pulled everything back on and quietly slipped out of the room.
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Dante had tightly closed the door behind him, leaving Amy where she would be safe. Despite this though he felt a sudden urge to punch something and he didn't know why. A few nurses skirted past him with nervous looks as he plowed down the hallway, but he wasn't feeling like paying them any mind.
When he had made it outside he just stood looking up at the building with a feeling of unease at Amy's farewell words to him. He felt a pang of guilt, as he hadn't had any intention of returning to see her once he had finished this. At least, not where she would notice him checking on her. Perhaps he was angry that Amy had sensed the lie as he'd said it. Her eyes had looked at him with such mistrust and he felt their time together previous hadn't warranted her to not trust him. But really, why should she?
They, he and Vergil, had turned her world upside down and she'd suffered much at both of their hands. Both… No, that was what had angered him. Dante had mishandled her unwillingly because of her pull on him and had apologized, but what had Vergil done to her? He had thought it impossible for him to do anything but mistreat her, hurt her physically and emotionally. Had Dante been so blind to think Vergil could've been so immune to the most natural of human needs? Vergil was his twin after all, and possibly just as susceptible to feel desire as he was. Although Dante had never even thought of that possibility when worrying over Amy's well being at his brothers hands.
But Amy had said it just the same, and he couldn't wipe the thought away. He also didn't understand why he should care. He didn't love her. He wondered sometimes if he were incapable of the emotion only because he'd been with many women over the years, but had never felt anything beyond lust for them. Amy, well, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't somewhat enjoyed the closeness they had shared that night, but he knew that too wasn't love. For Amy though he felt a need to protect her from his world. He'd seen so much of himself in her stubbornness that he couldn't help but want to. But that was a completely different beast all together. Perhaps they could've been friends if they met under different circumstances. Although he knew even then he was too much of a jealous person to sit back and watch another man waltz into her life and take her attention from him. That is why he avoided relationships with others, and it wasn't helping now at the thought of Vergil being so close to her.
The thoughts that had gone through his mind when she'd screamed at him about being "pawed", as she'd put it, had made his blood run cold. It had brought back the guilt he'd felt at what he'd done, but it also put thoughts into his mind of what Vergil must've done to be put in that category with Dante. And for some reason this made his angrier than finding Vergil standing over her with the intent to kill.
Dante scuffed his boot on the ground and turned away from the building. She would be gone from them both now, and he would be able to focus exclusively on Vergil. He pulled the map from his pocket and glanced at it.
"I know I could've been killed over it" Joseph had said to him with a smug smirk on his face. "but I couldn't let the bastard win. I gave him some old, worthless diary from the back and told him the clues he needed were in there."
"You are so lucky he didn't figure it out yet." Dante replied, grinning at him.
"And by the time he does hopefully he'll either be dead, or I'll have split town." Joseph shrugged. "I can't promise he won't find an alternative means of getting the information, but I can give you this." He dropped down behind the bar and pulled up a loose floorboard by his foot. Inside was another false floor which he pulled up to reveal a safe. He began to turn the dial on it, but stopped to glower up at Dante who quickly looked away. "Can never be too careful."
He pulled it open and to Dante's surprise it was filled with...junk.
"It's NOT junk." Joseph said defensively. "Do you realize how much some of this stuff is worth on our side? You wouldn't be able to appreciate this kind of stuff, never being there yourself." He dug through his "treasures" and pulled out a large leather bound book. He laid it on the table before them and flipped it open. It looked like a large field notebook, with writing as well as detailed drawings.
"What's this?" Dante asked, trying to read an inscription upside down.
"This my boy is my prized possession. I've been around the block a few times in search of rare items. You hear stories along the way of course and your interest gets piqued. Everything I've ever learned I keep locked in here. And..." He said as he flipped to a marked page. He turned it around to Dante. "Look familiar?"
He looked at the drawing and recognized it right away as Amy's necklace.
"This is everything I know pertaining to the necklace as well as its original owner. The place in question you seek isn't close I'm afraid, but you could make it there in about a day by train. I also cannot guarantee this is in fact the actual resting place of the old devil because I couldn't get into the place when I went to check it out."
"Why not?" Dante asked.
"Other creatures are lured by the dark aura it gives off. I may be greedy, but I rather enjoy living. YOU however could take them on without hurting yourself, couldn't you?"
"Why do I feel like I'm being used to further your notes?" Dante eyed him closely.
"Well, the least you could do is let me know how it all goes! Consider it payment for all the help I've given, and it's a bargain I'd say." Joseph scowled at him and crossed his arms over his chest.
Dante seemed to have cooled down by the time he'd made it to the train station. He had, of course, told Joseph that he would come back with some elaborate, action packed tale.
"I don't want none of that egocentric stories." He'd growled in reply. "All I want is whatever FACTS you can add to the book."
But he had a new problem to deal with. He had returned to the warehouse to find Vergil had gone. This was troubling him because the trail of blood left behind looked as if Vergil had dragged himself away. The trail had led out of the door to the end of a dock, and Dante knew Vergil was too weak to fly. So where was he?
Dante also knew he was being followed. He had noticed the boy in the red baseball cap on the walk here. At first he'd figured they were headed in the same direction, but when he'd tested the theory by weaving in and out of alleyways the boy had continued to follow at a distance.
Dante could feel his eyes on him as he searched for a compartment to slide into. When he'd found an empty one he slid inside and waited. The boy would have to go by him to get to a seat, and when he did...
Dante grabbed the boy by the scruff of his collar as he passed and threw him against the wall. The force of it made the sunglasses he wore fall part way off and green eyes looked nervously up at him. He suddenly smelled rose water.
"I outta throw you off this train" He snarled at Amy as he let go of her shirt. "What the HELL were you thinking?!"
She rearranged her clothing and moved to the opposite side of the compartment from him.
"I know you're angry" She began, putting her hands up in a placating gesture.
"Angry?! You haven't seen me angry YET" He yelled. At the snarl in his tone she sat down in the seat, looking up at him wide eyed.
"Look, I didn't come to fight." She said taking off the baseball cap.
"Then what?" He asked. "What could you POSSIBLY contribute to this journey? Aside from an extra corpse to be cleaned up in the aftermath?" She looked like he had poured cold water on her. "You're getting off at the next stop." He said coldly, sitting down across from her. He crossed one leg over the other and turned to gaze out the window with his arms crossed over his chest.
"You weren't going to come back, were you?" She asked suddenly. Dante didn't answer, just kept looking out the window. "I knew you weren't."
"Well then, we'll have a proper goodbye as soon as we hit the next station." He said moodily, eyes glaring at a speck on the window.
"Not if we don't kill each other first." She said shrugging. He turned and looked at her as she stretched out and sat against the window. She crossed her leg in the opposite direction his were going and folded her hands in her lap rather than crossing them as he was. Then she just sat staring at him.
"Knock it off." He ordered.
"Not doing anything" She replied, now bouncing her leg to some music only she could hear. And she went silent at this, looking around the compartment.
This is just great... He thought bitterly. Why did she have to disobey him? He had more than enough to worry about without her gluing herself to his hip on top of it. Now he could understand Vergil's annoyance at her following him everywhere. And yet she was deliberately not looking at him which was annoying him even more. He didn't like quiet if there were other people around, and it was beginning to get old pretty quick.
"Where did you get those stupid clothes?" He asked, looking at her oh-so-obvious "disguise". Aside from the bright red baseball cap, and studded black sunglasses she also wore faded jeans that were obviously girls and a bulky plaid button down shirt. No doubt she'd worn the shirt over hers in some hope that it would make her look less curvy and more burly. Problem was in the get up she looked more like a girl with an identity crisis.
"From home." She said, still looking out the window.
"And you thought that would cut it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"I'm sorry. Not all of us know where to get Halloween costumes all year round." She said with a smirk as she glanced sideways at him.
"That's IT!" Dante groaned. He got to his feet and started discarding his coat. He kicked off his boots and began to undo his pants.
"AH! What are you doing?!" Amy yelled, covering her eyes.
"We're switching clothes. Take them off" She heard him say.
"No way am I wearing that thing!" She yelped as she shook her head.
"I'm getting sick and tired of having my clothes made fun of." He grumbled as he put a hand on his hip, looking at her with his head tilted to the side.
"I won't then!" She laughed, putting her hands up to block his exposed torso from view. "Just put your clothes back on!"
Yeah, he was angry at her for coming, but he found it hard not to smile at how red she was. Not to mention, her laughter was a nice distraction from having to think about where he was going. He threw his jacket back on and sat down on the seat opposite of her. She sighed in relief and followed suit.
"Good thing too." She said with a smirk.
"What's that?" He asked, slumping back and putting his feet up just on her left.
"I'd be horrified to see that you could probably fit into my jeans."
Dante narrowed his eyes at her but she only continued to smirk as she sat back in her seat.
"So, where are we going?" She asked, kicking her feet up on the side of him.
"I am going to find Vergil. You are going home." He said coolly.
"You are a stubborn jackass." She retorted. "With no hips"
"..and great hair." He added, eyeing her with a smirk. She pursed her lips, but a smile was playing somewhere in it. The room fell silent again as Amy leaned close to the window, staring out at the scenery as it passed.
"I've never been on a train before." She said excitedly. "I rarely ever got a chance to travel, even after I lost my Nana."
"Your what?" Dante asked. Amy laughed.
"Sorry. That's what I called Mrs. Ivers. The woman who fostered, then adopted me. I was so nervous when I first met her that I called her Mrs. Ivers all the time. I didn't know if I was supposed to call her that, or her real name, or if Mom was appropriate." Amy paused with a small smirk. "I was a very confused girl. So she told me that I could call her whatever I wanted to. Since my real mother had died, I couldn't bring myself to call her Mom, but as time wore on I began to love her too much to call her Mrs. Ivers. So I called her Nana, after a doll I'd had as a child that I loved."
Dante suddenly thought of the picture he'd seen in her living room. Amy with her arms entwined with an older looking woman. That must be her then.
"Where's she now?" Dante asked. Amy looked sideways out the window as she answered.
"She died. She never told me, but we only knew one another for a few years before she passed, that she had been having troubles with her health. I never once suspected that she was ill, because she hid it so well. One day though I came home to find her dead." Amy had he look of someone who had accepted it well enough, but still had troubles in thinking of it. "The doctors never even knew she was ill either. She was old, but she seemed so alive leading up to her death. I guess...death follows me"
Amy's tone at these words was somber, but he could tell she was attempting to joke about it. But he couldn't ignore the look in her eyes that said it was something she'd probably believed in her darkest of moments.
"Dante. Please let me come with you." She said suddenly. "I don't know how I can help you, but something is telling me that I need to finish this." She looked at him pleadingly as she bent forward to place a hand on his.
Dante looked down at her hand, then took hold of it with his own. He opened her palm and pretended to be examining it. "You know why I can't let you." He said, allowing his eyes to flash up at hers. She didn't move as he did it. "If I were to try and kill Vergil. What would you do? Would you stand back and let me?" He watched as her eyes faltered.
"You don't understand." She said calmly. "We could just stop him, and..."
"And what?" He said, still keeping his tone passive. "He'll just go away and he won't attempt to kill us both and the rest of humanity while he's at it?"
"There has got to be another way!" She said in a desperate tone. "I can't let you kill him."
"Which is why you cannot come with me Amy. You're too heavily involved in this emotionally. What I don't get is how you can harbor any feelings for that uncaring monster." Dante said with a low rumble in his voice.
"You must care for him too. He is your brother after all! For loathing each other so much, you both are still alive aren't you?" She replied, looking at him from the corner of her eye.
"Until now. Things have taken a sudden turn. Vergil has never gotten so close to destruction like this before. And whether you want to believe it or not I DO care what happens to you once this is all over with. Yes, I was going to leave without so much as a goodbye, but even you can't deny you understand my reasoning."
He ran a finger across her palm and she just stared at him, blinking her eyes in confusion.
"Vergil is out there somewhere, and the best I could ever use you for is bait. I won't do it." He said with a tone of finality. "You humans, I swear. What is it about my kind you can't seem to let go of? As much as you preach about what I've done to you Amy, you are just as guilty of it." He looked up to meet her eyes, and her gaze faltered at his.
"See! Right there! Who do you see when you look at me Amy?" Dante said, pulling her hand forward so she was looking up at him. "Do you see Vergil? Does your heart race, and wish it were him who sat here, holding your hand?"
"I-I'm sorry." She said weakly, averting her eyes from his.
"Even in your room. It wasn't me you were kissing, it was a memory of him. I've hurt you? Try looking in my eyes once and not seeing him reflected there."
Dante continued to look at her, even if she was having trouble looking at him. He didn't know why it hurt so much, but a part of it did. He didn't understand the rivalry that had sprung up at the idea of her seeing him this way. But he had always been jealous of his older brother. Sometimes he thought it would be easier to just give into the temptations like Vergil did. After all, Vergil hadn't bothered spending all these years so obsessed with Dante that he had followed him almost everywhere. No, it had been Dante's obsession with Vergil that had taken a true life from him.
He had spent many nights in the comfort of women to fill a void that had always been there. He substituted companionship for sex and it had worked for the few hours it had lasted. But Dante new it was meaningless, and that by the time he'd crept out of the room he would feel the emptiness again that would send him head first after his twin. It was companionship he craved, and only Vergil could've ever filled that void. Because he was his other half. The only person like him who could know what it felt like to live his day to day life.
And while Amy was just another human, she was as unattainable to him as Vergil was. Because she too was obsessed with Vergil. It was this common bond that made it hurt, because even if he had hurt her, she had spent more time with Vergil than he ever had. Vergil had even protected her, even if it was for an ulterior motive. Dante envied their childhood together, as much as he now envied the girls hold on his brother. On him.
For him now she was their linking bond. Dante knew now that what he'd felt that night between them, the greed of what he'd done, had been a bitter attempt to take something from Vergil. The only thing Dante had ever found in Vergil's past that might've been something pure to him. That selfish side of him, the jealous part had wanted to hurt Vergil. But after all, he couldn't do it. The necklace had amplified the temptation, but his better judgment had won out.
Yet, as she sat across from him, her hand cupped in his, he suddenly felt that longing to give into temptation. Even if she would only see Vergil in his eyes, he could forget even that for a short while.
"Dante, let me come with you." She asked again when he had paused, still looking at her hand. He lowered his face down and kissed her open palm. He heard her gasp, felt the pull of her arm from him, but he held tight with his own so she couldn't take it away. He looked up at her the way he might if he were on the prowl for the night's latest conquest.
"What would you be willing to do..." He said quietly into her palm. "To prove to me that Vergil is the last thing on your mind?"
Amy stared down at him, her eyes wide. She looked at him as if she had never seen him before, and Dante felt a low chuckle as he watched her. Of course she didn't know him. She had only caught glimpses of him from time to time. Dante was a distorted man. He was a good tempered guy who enjoyed being around others and being the center of attention. But he was also a man who knew how to push buttons, who sometimes took pleasure from fiddling with others emotions. Especially when he felt angry, his moods could be as dark and unpredictable as Vergil's. We are brothers after all...
"D-don't joke about things like that." Amy said, glaring down at him as she tried to pull her hand free. Dante only smiled smugly up at her with a vice like grip on her hand.
"Who said I was joking?" He said calmly.
"Let me go!" She hissed at him. "I'm not that desperate! If I must, I'll travel on my own to find Vergil!" She made to stand and began towards the door, but Dante pulled her back onto the seat beside him. They now sat face to face, Amy's hand clutched between them.
"Let him go." Dante whispered to her, his eyes examining her face. He leaned in and could smell the rose water there. When he had lifted her from the warehouse, she had smelled of Vergil. From the shirt she wore to her skin itself and he had loathed every second of it as he carried her to safety. But now there was no trace left of his brother there, except in the hollows of her green eyes when she looked at him.
"I won't." Amy whispered back, craning her neck as far back as she could from him. Dante leaned in anyway, but didn't kiss her. The closeness was claustrophobic, but the loss of breath had nothing to do with that. You can lead a horse to water... Dante thought as he leaned down and left a small kiss on her collarbone. He felt her react against her will and it pleased him, so he did it again. This time though he let his lashes brush against the side of her neck as he deepened the kiss on her collar.
"Give in." He whispered against her skin as a tremor ran through him. His weight was beginning to lay her back as she tried to get away from him. "Don't fight it."
She had her eyes tightly closed and her breathing was irregular beneath him. He ran a hand up under the ridiculous plaid shirt she was wearing and felt the cotton of her undershirt. She shot her hand down at his and pushed away.Out of nowhere she grabbed a hold of him and hugged him. Flung her arms around him and buried her face in his neck. He could feel her crying.
"I'm sorry!" Her muffled voice said somewhere below his face. It was like a cold shower, bringing him back from his deviant thoughts. Reminding him of his promise to protect. Suddenly the anger and the need to seduce he had felt washed away. He reached his arms out and placed them around her, bringing her up to sit again.
"No, I'm sorry." He said slowly, wrapping his arms about her as she made a job of dampening his neck. He felt a little feeble, sitting there with her like that. Even he knew it was wrong to take advantage of her current situation. Whatever fight there was between him and Vergil, it wasn't her fault. She was dragged into this more than she needed to be, and taking her in further would only make it worse. Dante sighed. This is where we differ Vergil.
Dante turned to sit flat against the seat trying very hard to ignore the warmth still flowing through him. Remarkable how a weeping woman can really kill the mood. But as Dante turned towards the window he felt Amy lean her head on his shoulder.
"I am sorry Dante. You've been nothing but good to me, but I can't..." She began, but Dante lifted his arm to allow her to lean further into him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"If you had, I don't know if I could've lived with myself after it was over with." He said tiredly. Amy looked up at him from the crook of his arm.
"I still can't come with you. Can I?" She asked, her face a bit downcast. Dante was about to answer when he suddenly felt the train give a lurch forward. Both of them almost fell out of the seat as screaming was heard somewhere beyond their room. Dante stood to listen more closely.
"What is it?!" An unknown voice yelled before a blood curdling scream was heard in the corridor outside. Dante took Amy's hand and tucked her behind him as the sound of something walking came closer to their compartment. Then at once the footsteps stopped and silence was all that met their ears.
Dante's heart was pounding. Was it Vergil? Had he seen what had almost transpired between him and Amy? If so he'd be plenty pissed. Dante pulled his guns out and aimed for the windowed door. Suddenly he heard footsteps above them and shot a few rounds into the ceiling. Amy ducked down, covering her ears with her hands.
Dante returned his gaze to the glass doorway. Something was taking in deep, raspy breaths just outside their door. He heard the sudden sound of metal being hit and ducked down by Amy just in time as a large scythe blade practically cut through the room side ways. A loud cackle could be heard as a large, hooded figure entered through the doorway. It was too big to fit into the compartment with them, and so it began chopping away at where Dante stood. Dante shot at the thing, but it only proved to piss it off more.
He grabbed hold of Amy and without even thinking about it rammed himself through the window to the outside. He wrapped his form around hers to protect her from the glass, and from the fall he was not sure of yet. Luckily they were on the side of a small bank, so they rolled a ways before Dante could stand again and see the true horror of what had stopped the train.
Up ahead was a large mound of...something that undulated and seemed to swallow the front car into its mass.
On top of the car walked a handful of dark creatures who's bodies contorted as they moved with unnatural speed. Demons… Their eyes glowed with a burning light as they surveyed the area, searching.
"Get down." Dante said quietly, pushing her behind a bush as they caught sight of him. One of them let out a high pitched, guttural noise that brought the others to alert. Soon they were all yowling in those grating voices and Dante could feel it echoing in his head. He grabbed Amy's hand and took off running as one by one they leapt down towards them. His first thought only to lure them away from the train.
Again the maniacal laughter reached his ears as he and Amy threw themselves forward just in time to miss the scythe as it sliced through the heavy trees around them. They had to act quick to avoid the trees that suddenly fell down around them. As they hit the ground however, a tree aimed directly between them, almost crushing their hands if they had not let go at the last second. The tree barred his way to her.
"Dante!" She yelled when she could no longer see him.
"Just stay put!" He growled, looking around as the dark void of a cloaked figure rose from the ground in front of him. He lunged forward, but suddenly felt something grab his ankle. He looked down to see one of the dark creatures pulling at it through a small gap in the fallen trees. It grinned at him, its eyes narrowing as it sunk sharp claws into his boot. Dante kicked at it with his other leg and lifted his sword just in time as the scythe came down over him.
"Back off!" He heard Amy shriek. To his amazement she had taken a loose branch and began lashing violently at the creature, which let Dante go with a angry yell of his own.
"Don't piss the thing off!" Dante called to her, as he kicked the hooded figure in the face.
"You're welcome!" She yelled back at him. He could still hear the rustling of the branch she was using as a weapon. Dante got to his feet and launched himself at the hooded sin scythe, figuring his best bet would to take care of it first. But it disappeared before he could get to it and he felt his throat run dry as he heard the maniacal laughter on the other side where Amy now stood.
Dante began climbing over the fallen trees in an attempt to get to her. She was surrounded by the dark demons, and the scythe itself was advancing on her. He jumped down right onto the things back with a gleeful laugh at the sound of breaking bone under him. It writhed in pain as he landed on the soft grass with ease.
Dante turned to challenge the rest, but they were bowing backwards into the trees, looking terrified. A blade plunged into the ground out of nowhere in front of Dante. The Yamato blade sinking into the dirt at the hilt. Dante glared up to the tree and saw a dark figure standing on a branch. It was oddly shaped, with one shoulder larger than the other.
"Dante!" Amy suddenly yelled. But it wasn't from behind him, it was from that branch. The oddly shaped shoulder was Amy, and her captor's eyes shone a distinct blood red. Vergil's form grinned down at him.
"Say goodbye, Dante." Vergil growled at him before disappearing, taking Amy with him.
"VERGIL!" Dante called out as the demons began coming back out of the woodwork around him.