She crawls like a worm from a bird/
Daughtry - Pokerface
Her vision was blurry, the rain only revealing the silhouette of the creature marching towards her.
"Fine. You win!" she called, trying to calm him. But instead of stopping he kept his determined pace towards her.
She was terrified. He was going to kill her, her nails digging into the wet grass she was crumbling afraid of what he was going to do next. The pain in her jaw, nose and ribs was not even perceivable due to the amount of adrenaline rushing through her veins.
The devil grabbed her by her ankle and threw her into the seats of the left field of the baseball stadium. Her body flew through the air and she grunted in agonizing pain, no longer having the power to yelp when she felt the hard metal of the seats crushing her back bones. She was going to die. She shouldn't have provoked him the way she had. She wanted to cry and she probably did. She couldn't tell whether she was or not. Her mind was too focused on the excruciating pain in her back. She tried to get up, but moving was even more painful. But she had to get away, before he came back. She tried lifting her heavy body, but she couldn't. She didn't have any power left, but she had to. She prayed to whom ever would listen. She needed whatever miracle she could get. And there he was already, standing right before her. And no lightning hit him. No knight or angel appeared to help her. No grand voice that told him to stop. Nothing. Just him, standing there, in his most powerful appearance. Not human, and yet an aura of superiority, grace and hate surrounded him. She started to crawl from him, or at least she tried to, for her legs would no longer carry her and her arms had no strength left. He grabbed her foot and pulled her towards him again.
"No. Please don't." she cried.
"Do not fear him." she heard a soft voice echo. She knew that voice, it was familiar, but she couldn't place it. And before she had time to think about it he picked her up by the neck and took in her scent. He twisted his face in disgust, his eye twitched and she knew he was about to twist her neck.
"Vergil!"
He turned his head to his left, dropped her and she fell to the hard ground.
That voice. It was Hamida's. No. Why was she here? She needed to leave. He would kill her as well. Alex wanted to get up and save her sister. But she couldn't,her body no longer obeyed and slowly her eyelids felt heavy. I'm sorry,she thought, I'm so sorry Ida, before her eyes closed.
Her eyes fluttered open. She looked at the white ceiling and then her eyes wandered around the room she was in. She recognized it. The cream panted walls, the mahogany wardrobe and the red-wine bed sheets she was in. It was her brother's.
Alex sat up straight as her head was spinning a little. She touched her head and groaned. Wait. She wasn't dead? She looked at her hands. No bruises. She lifted the gray tank top she was dressed in and took a look at her abdomen. Nothing. Not even bandages. She hadn't dreamt it had she? No, what had happened was real. But she wasn't hurt, she didn't even feel sore. Alex slowly got up from the king sized bed and made her way into the living room. It was empty though. The plasma-tv was turned off, the black furniture standing still in its place, the only sound was emerging from the clock above the TV. 5:12 pm, it read. It was already afternoon huh? How long had she been out anyway? Suddenly the door opened and her brother walked in carrying bags from the grocery store. His dark brown hair damp and undone, only wearing a pair of sweat pants and a black t-shirt combined with black Chuck Taylor's. Upon laying his eyes on his sister , a look of relief crossed his features and he smiled.
"What's up kiddo? Back from the dead?" He smiled, as he put the bags on the kitchen table and went to give his sister a hug.
"Yeah. Hell wasn't an amusement park, after all." She joked as they let go from their embrace and she looked through the bags.
Aiden leaned against the fridge as his sister unpacked the food from the bags.
"You know" he started. "We were actually worried about you for a minute."
Alex sighed and looked down but then looked at her brother again. Trying to give him a small smile, even though she knew damn well she had almost died.
"I know. Sorry." He walked towards her and put an arm around her shoulder holding her close.
"It's alright. It wasn't your fault." Alex exhaled.
"You know that's...not exactly true. I.." her voice trailed off. "I provoked him and..."
"I know what happened." His face hardened as he put his hands on her shoulders.
"There is absolutely no excuse for what he did. He almost killed you and if I knew where he was I'd kill him, too." His voice was cold and determined.
"But Aiden-"
"Alex." He growled. Alex knew her big brother too well and so she decided to just drop...until later at least.
"Fine. I'm starving, so how about you cook chef?" She said switching the subject.
"I'm not your freakin slave."
"Pweaze?" She tried her baby-voice and he sighed.
"Fine, but only because you were out for three days."
She smiled excessively at him.
"Thank you brother." she hugged him from behind.
"Whatever, let go you parasite." She kissed his shoulder and let go.
"I'm gonna take a shower, make sure my food is ready by the time I'm done."
Before the pillow was able to hit her she disappeared into the next room.
Dante was pissed. To put it in a nice way. The past couple of days he had been doing nothing but pacing and cursing. If he only knew where Vergil was, he would kick his ass to the freakin Mars.
What had he done? Dante still felt as if he didn't know what was going on. Whatever it was, it wqas Vergil's fault and Dante wanted nothing more than beat the living shit out of his brother. Why had he done that? Why had he fought Alex? The fact that Vergil robbed Dante of his powers didn't bother the red-clad Devil as much as it should but it bothered him that Vergil was obviously in trouble and didn't want to talk about it.
Currently Dante was sitting in his chair while his right leg constantly went up and down. The phone rang, Dante was hoping it was Vergil even though chances were low that it would be Vergil on the phone. But still the disappointment in his voice was evident as he picked up the phone and realized it wasn't his brother.
"Hello? Yes. Yes......Uh huh.....Hmm....how much?....Ha! I'm sorry sir I don't think we're talking here.....Ugh....No....Ok....whatever."
He hung up to the potential low-paying customer. He didn't take the job because it didn't pay enough, he didn't take it because he didn't feel like dealing with stupid minor demons. He wanted to focus on the problems on hand but how exactly was he supposed to do that anyway? Dante ran a hand through his platinum colored hair in frustration.
"Hey Dante." He hadn't even noticed that Lady had walked into the office.
"Hey Lady." he spoke and leaned back in his chair while closing his eyes.
"Any news from Vergil?" She said still taking steps towards him.
"Nope". His eyes were still closed when he felt warm hands on his shoulders, slowly massaging his tense muscle.
"Hmm...that feels nice." he moved his head forward in order for her to reach his neck better. Taking the hint, she massaged his neck and lightly scratched his scalp as he moaned in pleasure a small smile tugging on his lips.
Her gracious fingers moved from his scalp back down to his neck, tenderly scratching and then massaging it a little bit again. He took her right arm and brushed his lips against it.
"God I love you."
What did he just say? Did he just say what he thinks he said?
"I mean..." he turned around to face a stunned Lady.
"You know what I mean. You're great I'll always have love for you. You're my buddy." He laughed stupidly as he tried to play down the fact he had just confessed his love for her. But he hadn't meant it, really it had simply slipped out. He was so stressed and that massage had felt so good.
Lady frowned and rolled her eyes.
"Whatever Dante." she wanted to leave but he stood up and grabbed her by her wrist.
"What, are you mad?" he asked her.
"Am I mad? AM I MAD? Yes Dante I am fucking mad!"
"Why?"
"Why? WHY? Because Dante you're an ass! That's why!"
She tried to free her wrist but he held on.
"What are you talking about?"
"What am I talking about? Maybe I'm talking about the fact you hop from one bed to another. Or that you...that you don't care about me. You never did. Even when we were together you didn't care about me." She bit her bottom lip.
"You broke my heart." She couldn't believe she had said that, a loud. It wasn't like her. She barely dared to think it and now she had said it, a loud in front of him. Great, she'd never be able to look at herself in the mirror again.
"I broke your heart? Are you fucking kidding me?" he narrowed his eyes at her.
"Lady, you were the one who broke up with me! YOU are the one who said she couldn't do this anymore. YOU are the one who said she needed space. And I gave you what you wanted because I-" he stopped himself and looked at her.
"Because you what?" she asked softly. She wanted to hear him say those three special words. He licked his lips and looked down. She saw him swallow, debating on whether he should finish his sentence or not She looked at his lips, ready to give them a sweet kiss. His lips. They had felt so nice and then she looked into his eyes. Those azure crystal clear eyes that unfortunately no longer looked at her the same way they used to. And before he said anything she knew his answer.
He swallowed. "Because I loved you." He let go of her.
"You 'loved' me?" she asked, wanting to know whether he had really used past tense.
"Yeah." He walked back to his desk and heard the door close before he reached the table.
3 days earlier...
Vergil was standing on the roof of a sky-scraper looking down on the world.
"Cleaning up after you is not exactly fun Vergil Sparda." a male voice spoke next to him. It was that man again. Bald-headed, wearing a black suite,a black chemise, a black tie and tattoos covering half of his face. It looked like some sort of spell in an ancient language was written across his right cheek and covered his eye and part of his forehead. Even though the man had pitch-black eyes he didn't radiate off an evil aura.
"Who are you?" Vergil had little patience after discovering that his spell had gone wrong and he had unwillingly triggered and almost killed somebody.
"I already told you, something like a guardian angel. Anyway, reversing this mess for you takes up a lot of energy and I won't be able to do it again. So take my advice, go to a place named Nikko and ask for a man named Shizui, he'll be able to help you." His voice sounded absolutely carefree, but sincere at the same time. The man took a step forward, to the edge of the building.
"Don't worry, they are both fine I made sure of that." Vergil turned towards him but the man smiled and jumped. Vergil looked after him,trying to figure out how this man would survive a jump from a 76-story high building, but the man was gone. Whoever that was.
Vergil didn't want help. He didn't need help. This whole incident was just an ungodly coincidence. The next time he'd handle it better.
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