I DIDN'T WRITE THE THREE CHAPTERS LIKE I SAID I WOULD. I LOVE YOU ALL. STORKE OF INSPIRATION, WHILST READING MY OWN EFFING POETRY.
Kiri, I love you. Miranda, Wassup? Laura…Hi. :D
Bree's P.O.V
I scrambled away from Frenchie's arms. After being here for what felt like months, I had lost enough weight to finally wriggle the hell out of my shackles. I was going to make a break for it, as soon as he left.
"Ah, my darling, why do you test my patience?" Jerrod sighed softly. He never got angry with me, unsurprisingly. Even when I called him every name under the sun.
"Because I hate you." I stated obviously, curling my legs away from him. "Duh."
A soft smile touched his lips and he leaned forward, trapping me between his arms. I held my face as straight as possible, when pinned beneath a potential rapist.
Trust me, he had gone there, and been shut down. I pulled the 'But-I-want-to-wait-until-we-are-married' card, which only pushed him into making wedding plans.
"Once we are wed, ma belle." he said gently, raising one hand to touch my bottom lip. "I will make such sweet, sweet love to you."
I snorted and looked away defiantly.
"And I thought demons were harsh." I scoffed. "Gee, have I been taught wrong."
"You are mine. And I will have you soon enough. I have no reason to hurt you, as of yet." he smiled, sitting back on his heels and then propelling up to the door.
"I must go, my Queen, she calls to me." he said airily.
"Of course, booty call." I mumbled, rolling my eyes. My hands had started to sweat with the nerves. I was this close to getting out of the room.
Jerrod turned, and tilted his head slightly, a smile still printed on his - rather - pretty mouth.
"Amy, my love? May I be so bold as to enquire?"
"Enquire away." I replied boredly.
"Do you think that I would not find out?"
I froze.
"That you are not Amy at all, with no angel's soul, or special gift? I know who you are, human. I so admire your will to protect your friend."
I swallowed. He continued to smile the same - only it looked more and more warped as he kept speaking.
"We will be wed. I will have both you, and your friend. Understand me, ma Cheri. I am by no means a greedy demon. I just like the human psyche."
"'We', will never happen." I said coldly, with appropriate finger marks in the air. "I won't say 'I do'. I won't do it."
"Even when I am to, ah, how you say...Apprehend, your delicious friend and strip the very meat from her bones? Keeping it alive in the process, I assure you."
I snarled and used what little energy I had saved for my 'great escape' to jump off the bed and snap my teeth at him.
"Her." I bit out, my legs shaking. "You said 'it'. Amy - the really real, Amy - is far from an 'it'."
He smiled and touched my nose.
"Ma tresor. How I love the human mind. You sit and suffer for your friend in silence, and rage when I simply tease you."
Jerrod flicked his black locks out of ever blacker eyes and made his way to the door.
"But now I must go. And take the one you love so dearly."
He threw the door open, bowed, then stepped through it.
I don't know what in Hell itself compelled me to do it. I seriously had a proper plan and everything.
So wherever you are right now, I want you to sit up (again) and tell the closest person that Bree is an idiot.
Go on. I'll wait.
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The door was closing so rapidly - the plan was to wedge the chain in the so it was weakened and I could pry it open with one of the forks I had kept in my bra for the majority of my stay.
But instead, I forced my entire arm in the door as it closed.
Snapping my forearm.
I screamed. Let's face it, there wasn't much else I could do.
But an incredibly long, and painful, story later, I pushed the door open and slipped out of my chains.
As I hobbled - yes, I hobbled, because I had broken my arm - down the twisted and broken halls, I realised that I was extremely DUMB.
I HAD NO IDEA WHERE I WAS. I WAS WAY OUT OF MY DEPTH. THE ONLY ONE THAT DIDN'T WANT TO KILL ME, WAS JERROD - AND I HAD LEFT HIS ROOM...
But wait for it. It gets better.
WITH A BROKEN ARM.
So I did the most logical thing that came to mind - I slid down the wall, and started to yell obscenities at the top of my voice. Mostly aimed at Jerrod. Use your imagination, it should come to you.
"Well, that's hardly flattering of you." My head snapped up, and I catapulted, injured or not, to hug them. I couldn't even believe it.
Angel, and Alex.
"OhMiGAWD! You guys!" I started to cry, one arm around Alex, the other, more damaged one around Angel. "What in the Hell are you doing here?!"
"Ironic choice of words." Muttered Angel, prying me away from her gently, holding my shoulders firmly.
"We got here 'cuz we're awesome, obviously." Alex said teasingly.
Angel shot a look that would've melted steel at Alex.
"We are here because Vergil Sparda is an egocentric bastard." snarled Angel, her grip on me tightening.
"Well, how'd you get out?" I squeaked.
Alex shrugged. "Angel got told Vee popped her cherry, and shut went mental." Alex said easily. "She started glowing and stuff, and then beat up Em. But I wanna know why would you care? The dude is HAWT-!"
"Alex." Said Angel, very slowly, and calmly, which with my experience with adults, was never a good sign. "Shut up."
Angel and Alex, though sisters, hated each other. I could almost feel it.
We walked briskly, dodging the on coming demons, or hiding. Mostly hiding. 'Cuz Alex was dead tired from being tortured all day and night, and Angel almost got killed trying to disarm a demon.
"Angel started glowing." Alex explained more thoroughly as we walked, through a room full of mirrors. "And Emily - the Queen - was all like 'Oooooh, perty angel, pretty Angel, I vanna bang the angel-' and Angel, in all her shiny glory, broke out of the room, and knocked over my table thing, you know like the one James Bond is typically tied to with the laser? Which busted open when it hit the floor."
I swallowed and rolled my eyes a little. "Yeah, uhm, sounds like...Fun?"
Alex coughed out a wheeze of a laugh, and patted my shoulder. "Nice, kid."
"Bree, why are you here?" Angel asked me quietly. "You haven't said."
Shortening to the specifics, I told them about the Faust-y thing mabob that attacked, and recounted how Jerrod thought I was Amy.
"...And then out of no where, tonight, he's like 'I know who you are'." putting on my cheesiest French voice. "And he goes 'We will still wed. I will have two wives. I'm not greedy'. Yeah, my pale and recently skinnied ass he isn't greedy."
Alex chuckled then stopped abruptly when Angel ceased to walk.
"Well, well, well." she drawled in the most deadly tone of voice I have ever heard anyone use. "What do we have here?"
I looked around her shoulder to see Dante, but in front of him, an extremely pale Vergil. He seemed to have lost his train of thought - his jaw was open.
"You're...Alive. And free." Vergil said softly.
I eyed the situation with all the detectiveness I could muster. Angel was looking directly at Vergil, her eyes as sharp as emeralds and glaring a hole into his soul. Alex had dropped her head, eyeing her scuffed converse. Dante was staring directly at her, and his shoulders were practically up around his ears he was so tense.
"I don't need you're help, if that's what you're insinuating." Angel said, her voice still cold.
"I thought-" he began, but Angel strode forward, and lifted her fist, crunching his nose under her knuckles.
Vergil, surprisingly, didn't retaliate. He just looked at her, and waited for his nose to heal, blood pouring over his lips he wiped at impatiently.
Angel swung a few more times - times that Vergil ducked and blocked accordingly, until he caught her wrist and blinked at her patiently.
"I would like an explination." he drawled quietly. "I refuse to have you make a scene in front of-"
"I know." she howled out, like she vomited the words up. "I know what you did. What you did to me."
"Angel, this is not the right time." he said coldly, pushing his chest out. "Just let me-"
"I trusted you!" she shrieked, stomping her foot. Her hands curled into fists and she played the part of a tantrum throwing child eceedingly well. Wow. I know big words.
"I let you inside my guard, I let you share my bed, I gave you more than I have EVER given ANYONE in my life!" she snarled. "You used magic to give up something I can never have back, let alone remember! And I thought so highly of you, I thought you would be the closest thing I had ever found to relatable in my life! Regardless of your blood! You make me sick!"
"Verge, man, what did you do-?!" Dante asked hotly, obviously frustrated when Alex didn't meet his eyes.
"He. Raped. Me." Angel spat through tightly gritted teeth. "I was under the influence of magics beyond my control, and he took advantage of that. He knew that I would never… Not with him."
"Angel," Vergil said patiently.
"I will not listen to you." Angel said coldly. "You are filth."
"You will." He said quickly, but in the same, monotonic tone. "I have come to Hell to free you."
"And that's supposed to make up for-?" Angel began hotly.
But Vergil had covered her mouth with his hand and pulled her to his chest, trapping her arms at her sides. He spun her around, not unlike a tango dancer spins his partner, just out of harm's way before some random blonde in a yellow sundress stomped on the place she just was.
"Vergie Smeeeeeeeergieeeee. I see you." she said, in a kind of sing song, I-will-kill-you type of voice.
Vergil snarled, and spun Angel back into his arms. Angel stopped trying to kill him ... and started trying to kill her instead.
"You stupid, insignificant, vile, dirt-beneath-my-feet." she snapped; lunging at her.
Vergil restrained her - barely. Angel's eyes flashed and her skin looked eerily luminescent. Vergil just stood there, all stoic and strong, tugging Angel whenever she got too violent.
"That is soooo ruuuuuuuuuuude." said the woman, narrowing bright red eyes at Vergil. "Steeeealing my guests. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." The tsk-ing noises became more and more evil as she spoke. Beneath the skin on her back, dark shapes started to move.
"Ah, hell." mumbled Alex behind me. "She's going loco."
"Loco?" I mumbled back.
The woman whirled, and her eyes landed on me.
I recoiled.
"You." she said darkly. "I was going to make you the prettiest wedding dress in the entire history of Hell. And you're running off too? What a fuckin' load of shit. This is stupid. I hate you."
I cocked an eyebrow.
"You 'ooh Veeergie' him, and I get a lousy 'I hate you'? Noice."
Alex snorted, and clapped me on the shoulder. I winced. She looked apologectic.
The woman scowled. When she next spoke, her voice sent shivers and goosebumps rolling down my spine.
"I will take great pleasure in killing you."
I pulled a face, leaning back from the smoke that curled out of her mouth.
"Geeze, love, tic tac much?"
It all happened way too fast for me to comprehend, really. All I know is, the chick jumped at me, and Dante tackled her, and Vergil had for some reason let go of Angel. Angel was glowing by now, like, glow-fish-holy-crap glowing, and narrowing her eyes at the chick.
"Get. Out."
The woman exploded with a scream.
Dante was thrown into the roof, then slammed back down on the floor with a 'oomph!'
"Welcome to my world." Vergil said dryly, stepping towards Angel.
Angel wirled, raising her hand, which sent Vergil flying.
"Don't." she said bitterly.
"Sweet." Dante said coolly, getting up and dusting himself off. "I whish I could do that."
Vergil popped up out of no where, as he can only do, and started to hiss words at Angel that I couldn't fully understand.
Dante stepped around them and came towards me and Alex. He stopped, looked at my arm, and smirked.
"Nice, kid. How'd you manage that?"
"Escape is the biggest bitch out." I mumbled, going slightly red. "You took your time."
"Yeah, I know." He said, mildly, kneeling down and taking my wrist. He put something green and shiny on my arm, that melted away the pain: and snapped my bones back into place.
"Uhm, ow."
He chuckled, then stood and tousled my hair, a lot like my dad used to do before mum and him got divorced. I had a feeling; the immense feeling of belonging, and love, for Dante as he did that.
"Cut it out." I scolded, swatting his hand away. "You'll mess up my hair."
So there we were, Angel about to kill Vergil, who was all emo, and then Dante, who was shifting his weight from foot to foot as he looked at Alex, who couldn't have looked more awkward if she tried.
Next thing I know, Dante's scooped me up in one arm, Alex in the other, gasping- and latched on to Vergil with one arm. There was a painful electric stinging, then…
Nothing. I musta passed out.
Typical.
