A/N: Hey people! It's been a busy weekend! I've got all my Christmas shopping done! I gave up a pint of blood! And I read a book! If you have not read Black City, read it! Now. It's amazing! Speaking of amazing, I went and saw the Hobbit this weekend as well, so here's the next chapter after the longish break.
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Nate slammed the door to the bathroom behind him, growling once more, not caring how inhuman the noise sounded. Pain gripped at his arm as it was transformed further into something strange, something… wrong. There was a knock and the teen froze, who was that? They couldn't come in… couldn't see him like this…
"Nate?" Emily called form the other side of the door.
"What?" the now white-haired boy ground out between strikes of pain.
"Are you okay?" she asked
"I'm…fine!" he gripped at his upper arm tightly and made the mistake of glancing into the mirror only to see bright glowing crimson eyes staring back at him. Devil eyes… he thought with dread, who was I? Who was I to have this punishment on me? His arm pulsed, the though blue skin climbing higher.
"Nate, I'm coming in." Emily said, the doorknob turning. Nate wanted to deny her but could not find the breath. Once the door was open he not stop himself from glancing at her and the girl he'd come to think of as a sister halted with a yelp. The older teen's vibrant eyes closed in pain a moment later and Emily grabbed his shoulders in support.
"Nate, what is this?" she could see the blue glow from his arm through the sleeve of his shirt.
"I… don't know." Nate felt the waves of pain backing off, the creepy growths on his arm done extending for the night.
"Let me see." She reached for his arm.
"No." he pulled it out of her reach. She extended her hand again, intent on seeing what was wrong with her friend.
"If you're hurt, I can't help you unless I can see it."
"No, you can't!" he hissed under his breath, trying to keep Janice from hearing them and adding more problems to this.
"Why not?" the blonde met his eyes, and he looked away, ashamed of himself, of something that was happening against his will.
"It… it." Faint blue light pulsed under the wrappings.
"Does it hurt?" she whispered.
"Not anymore, it hurts when it grows…" he stopped when he realized he was probably giving away too much.
"When what grows?" Emily felt a bit calmer now that her white haired friend's eyes had stopped glowing; it was hard to meet his eyes when they were so… unnatural.
"Nothing." Nate muttered, cradling his arm against his chest.
"Please." His pseudo sister touched the wrapped arm, and unknowingly triggered a memory from the older teenager.
"Kyrie…If I'm a demon… and not a human anymore… is this what you want?"
"Nero… you're you… and it's you that I want to…"
"Nate! Nate!" Emily shook his shoulders, and the white haired boy finally focused on her again. Part of the memory sticking in his mind while the rest faded the moment it was over, it replayed over and over again in his head.
"I'm not human…" he whispered, shaking a little now.
"What?" the female asked not because she didn't hear him, but because she wasn't sure if he had said what she thought he did.
"I'm not human…" the former hunter said again, a little louder.
"What do you mean, you're not human."
"You saw my eyes when you walked in, it explains so much… how fast I am, my reflexes, how quickly I heal."
"How quickly you heal?" the blonde was a little confused, as long as she'd known Nate, he had healed at a normal pace, just like anyone else. The boy's eyes hardened and he dug the fingers of his right arm into his left wrist.
"What are you doing?" she yelped as blood welled out of the wound. A second later, the source of the blood was gone.
"It's wrong." He muttered, staring at the spot, the blood caught his eye…
The blood splashed across the ground, the walls, his clothes… he felt himself grin and rev the sword in his hands. Instantly the body that was before him started to burn as it was launched skyward with his swing. He leapt after it, slashing at it, the scent of blood and gore and burning acting as a drug to his battle hazed mind, he reached out with his Bringer and slammed the creature's body to the ground.
"Go to Hell!" the yelled after it, seeing the body disintegrate.
"Are you okay?" Emily asked him after seeing Nate get sucked into his mind again. The boy had started panting a little, his eyes wide as he stared at the blood on his arm. There was a small grin pulling at his lips. He shook his head.
"I'm fine." He stood and walked away from her. She stared after him, her green eyes filled with worry. What was wrong with him? Why did he think that he wasn't human? Okay so there were a lot of things about him that didn't make sense but still…
Dante growled as he paced around the hotel room that he'd rented out for the time being. The nerve of that woman! She just shut him out! The kid was within his sight and she just shut the door in his face!
"This is such a mess…" he muttered, shaking his head. Why were things always this complicated? Nero remembered jack, the slayer had that much figured out.
"The kid's gotta be a wreck." Being without his demonic abilities was one thing, but having them come back while thinking you were completely human was an entirely different matter. It had to be terrifying…
"I'm gonna get your memories back Nero." The slayer in red said, his fist clenched tightly "Whether you like it or not."
A/N: Yeah! New chapter! Again! So I have a guest reviewer and I feel bad not answering reviews so I'm gonna put my responses for those down here! (Lana is one of my fb friends so… yeah I just message those to her…)
The Unwanted: You will find out what Quasi knows soon enough, and yes, Nero is scared out of his mind, wouldn't you be? The 'darkness' is in reference to his demon side, as he feels like it's a dark thing trying to take him over… I'm not really stressing over this, it's a good break from my original works
Till next time,
-Winged Element
