Hmm...I'm starting to think Lauren may havea heart after all...at least when it comes to kids anyways. Enjoy!
The cab ride home cost an extra 50 dollars on account that Vergil didn't stop bleeding the entire time. That was a quarter of my food and cigarette money right there. Of course, the elevator in my apartment complex doesn't work, that would be to damn convenient. I had rest a few times in the stairwell on the way up to my floor. What did Vergil do, make a point of carrying around fifty pounds of metal on his person at any given time? Another pointless question. Even my front door wouldn't open until I rested Vergil against a wall and propped the it open. I've noticed that sometimes the door will automatically open and close for me on it's own. It must've been the half-demon side of Vergil it was reacting to. I actually had to explain what I was doing to a door. Vergil better appreciate this. After that the door stayed propped open only long enough for the two of us to squeeze through.
Once inside, I laid Vergil down on the kitchen floor, he was alive, he was breathing, he would probably survive for a few more minutes with out care. I could clean blood off of linoleum, but not off of my pathetic rugs or my bed sheets. Who knew how long Vergil was going to be out of it? Was bleeding this heavily normal for half demons? When I returned with gauze, he was still out, but his breathing had returned to normal. The fifty pound weapons came off first. It was caked with stuff that I didn't bother to stop and recognize. I peeled off his jacket next. His blood had soaked though it. Maybe that's why he always wore a blue trench coat? Must save on the cleaning bills if your blood just blends in with the fabric. There were small cuts all over his skin. Weren't half-breeds suppose to be tougher than this?
I began cleaning his face off. There was a cut on his left cheek that was still oozing blood. Running a cloth over it, I felt a bump there. A solid bump. What the heck? Cuts don't swell unless they're infected, and I doubted normal bacteria was strong enough to survive a half-demon's immunity system. From what I knew demons usually didn't behave this way, not unless they were hurt pretty bad. I picked at the cut till the little bump came out of his skin. It was metal, about the size of my pinky nail. Oh yuck. How had metal been embedded into Vergil's skin? On second thought, maybe I didn't want to know. When I looked back, the cut was gone. He had completely healed and without scarring, all that was left was a small amount of blood were the cut had been. Half Demons, they get all the luck. That must be handy if you're always getting the crap beat out of you by other demons. No wonder Vergil put on the inferiority complex so much, half-demons must be nearly impossible to kill. I felt a chill go down my spine I chose to ignore. No way in hell Vergil was from the Order, if he was he'd be dead. Well at least that was one question answered.
I had to get Vergil's shirt off. The blood stains had spread so much that it looked like he was wearing a red shirt instead of a white one. Oh man. What if he woke up and I was undressing him? Then what? Well, at least it was with a good intentions, it would be more than he could say if the situation was reversed. I took a deep breath and started working on the shirt buttons, it took twice the amount of time that it should have since I stopped to see if he was awake every five seconds. Somehow I had envisioned this scenario happening little differently…
Once I got his shirt open, it was easier to understand the mile of blood I had followed. Damn Vergil was built. I should've become a nurse, except that I really didn't like huge open gushing wounds or hospitals for that matter, having spent so much time in them. That doesn't mean I don't enjoy my share of creating gushing wounds, but I hate to look at them. Like the one Vergil was sporting nestled in his wash board abs. It was almost healed, save for the part were I could see the same silver metal peeping out of his skin. I hate my life sometimes… I held my breath as I sunk my fingers into his stomach. There was a three and a half inch piece of metal embedded under his skin. I shuddered as I dropped the shard into the tiny water bowl sitting next to me. This was so not my thing. I was going to get sick all over my blood covers clothes. Dammit, this was three outfits he owed me now. What was with the old scar tissue surrounding this particular wound? If half-demons healed so fast, what had hurt Vergil so bad that he was scarred from it? Bet you there was a story behind it, but then, we all have our little secrets don't we?
All in all, Vergil had about twenty three or twenty nine pieces of metal scattered underneath his skin, slowing down the advanced healing process he had. There were no more cuts after I was done, except for the large one on his abs. If I had left a metal shard in there he was tough out of luck, because I wasn't digging around in him again. I sighed. He probably wouldn't wake up anytime soon, he'd lost too much blood. Great…an unconscious half demon was spending the night. Talk about the sleepover from hell.
I bandaged up Vergil the best I could, which was harder than it had to be as he was being an unco-operating ass, like usual. After that, I had to drag him over to my bed. The jerk had better appreciate this. He was sleeping in my bed on my black silk sheets. Nobody should sleep in my bed but me. Good riddance, Vergil said humans were a pain, well he wasn't a walk in a field of daisies either. He sure as hell better behave himself when he got up. Sighing I turned on my stereo and started cleaning up the mess. Dammit…I was stuck sleeping on the couch…what a bitch….
Vergil woke up slowly. He didn't know where he was, but recalled what had happened vividly. He saw Thalis, lapping his blood up like a dog. The bitch had died slowly for that…so the Queen was getting impatient, was she? Unfamiliar sounds pulled at Vergil's consciousness as he drifted in and out. The sound of children laughing, of a guitar being strummed occasionally, the tinkling sound of glass and shells, the faint smell of smoke and cigarettes, an nearly overpowering smell of flowers at times. Slowly, Vergil opened his eyes. Where….? Where the hell was he?
Casting around Vergil eyed the silk sheets he laid on and the wall of red velvet. The walls were black and there were no windows. It was like falling asleep in a pit of hell…strangely enough that was reassuring. The occasional breeze would push the curtains aside revealing Lauren's worn apartment. So that's where he was…how had he ended up here? Memories came slowly…Lauren finding him, much to his mild surprise. She had looked scared for a few seconds. A moment later she'd looked angry, any and all fear completely hidden behind her yellow eyes. She'd snapped at him annoyed, she'd been angry…Vergil faintly remembered bleeding heavily. It had been a good fight and Thalis's last moments had been painful. It was a fight that had cost him, if he was here, but it had been a good fight worth every second of his time.
The velvet curtain was pushed aside, drawing Vergil's attention. It was a child. A small girl child with platinum blond hair. She looked nothing like Lauren save for her pale skin. ….Was she Lauren's child? Odd, the girl didn't smell of Lauren's blood. He realized he knew nothing of Lauren, save that she had annoying love for smoking cigarettes and never shut up. Yet even when she talked, she never actually revealed much about herself. That woman, she was being as elusive as himself. He felt a wary grin touch his lips. Who would've thought Lauren could actually hide things from him? The girl looked at him silently. Vergil said nothing and stared at her blankly through hooded eyes.
"Jillian, come away from there," Lauren's voice. "Let the guy be. Mrs. D's up on the roof, she says we're going to plant some flowers. Wanna try?" Smiling back at Vergil the little girl left. Warily, he fell into oblivion.