Chapter 9
(A/N: I know it's been alot of boring stuff til now, but now the action's about to start, I promise. ~Phoenix)
Months had passed with the two teens training their hardest.
Andorra had learned to control her transformation, and when to call forth her wings. She had even learned to fly with the.
Her mother had been right, the first flight was exhilarating...
The one thing that no one counted on, however, was how much the two fought nowadays.
Most of their sparring sessions were mostly for venting their anger and frustrations out on one another.
And they had begun making so much progress...
The parents assumed the inner angel and demon were the ones that were refusing to get along. And the kids were beginning to tire of fighting their own inner selves.
This morning in particular would prove to be very difficult indeed.
Andorra woke with a sharp pain in her stomach and, surprisingly, a fever that had her hogging every bit of the covers on the bed.
She did not rise at her usual time, save to visit the bathroom for an elongated period of time before shuffling back to the bed doubled over in pain.
She did not expect any kindness or help.
She simply laid back in bed with a heating pad resting against her belly as she curled into a ball.
Vergil was annoyed she was acting such and came to stand on her side of the end, arms crossed over his chest.
"I told you not to eat that second bag of sweets." He chided her, tone cold and condescending. Even though he could tell something in her aura was off, the demon wasn't having any of this kind of behavior.
See? Look how weak she is. This union is doomed to fail. You can see it now.
"It wasn't the fucking sweets." She retorted weakly, though one could still the anger in her tone. "I told you this would happen one day."
He scoffed and shook his head.
A convenient excuse...
"Just go away and let me suffer in peace." She asked, face scrunching in pain as she curled tighter into a ball.
Something about seeing her in this much pain finally got through. Because then he could smell blood. It wasn't particularly strong, but it was definitely there.
He remembered now. She would miss school every now and then because of this. And once she was even hospitalized because of it.
He turned and left the room, fishing his phone from his pocket before dialing Elizabeth's number.
When she picked up, he wasted no time with pleasantries.
"She's sick, what do I do?" He asked.
He listened quietly as he strode down to the kitchen, locating the bottle of prescribed medication for Andorra.
"How many? Ten. Right. Anything else?" He then asked before being instructed further.
"She hates that stuff... I see. Is this really all I can do?" He questioned and sighed at the answer.
"Thank you, I will keep you updated." He replied before ending the call.
Andorra was trying to rest when she heard his footsteps again and huffed in annoyance when she sensed him standing on her side of the bed.
"What?!" She demanded, yanking the covers off of her head only to be greeted by the sight of him holding a tray of food, tea, and medicine for her.
"...I spoke with your mother." He explained, setting the tray down on her dresser right next to the bed. He seemed to be in a better mood than before, which put the female on edge.
She didn't trust the sudden change in behavior.
Nor the way he was now standing there, looking all awkward and shit again.
"I can take care of myself. I don't need you patronizing me and using this as fodder for your insults later." She responded, tone thick with sarcasm. Though she did struggle to sit up so she could eat.
A flash of anger ran through him, but Vergil managed to tamp it down and get his demon to stop being such a little shit for a few minutes.
"I can see why you're upset with me." He said, hanging his head slightly. That only made her quirk an eyebrow up in confusion. "I haven't exactly been kind to you recently."
"How nice of you to notice..." She murmured, though any sign of sarcasm was now gone. "Took you long enough."
He could tell her anger that she'd directed at him had been only in response to his own.
"I wish to apologize for that." He stated. "I had thought I could manage my emotions, and keep the demon at bay, but it's proven to be stronger than me."
And she could tell that statement bugged the living daylights out of him. He usually was so in control. He was the epitome of self control, to her.
"I appreciate that." She responded, relaxing a little. At least now she knew he didn't actually hate her. Though that didn't stop her angel from trying to prove otherwise.
."I'll admit, I've been having trouble keeping mine in check too." She said with a sigh as she reached over and grabbed the bottle of medicine. She didn't even bother with the tea, instead taking two of the powder tablets and chewing them up before swallowing. Her face scrunched up at the horrible taste, but she didn't say anything else.
"I assume we did not prepare ourselves well enough for that possibility." Vergil admitted in a sheepish manner.
"Yah, no shit." She agreed, taking the tea and gulping it down rather quickly. "Glad we got that straightened out, though."
"Yes, although, it has helped with our training, has it not?"
"I'm not going to continue fighting you just because we can't talk about what's going on." She stated. "I refuse to do that. If you can't keep that thing in check, then go away and topple a tree or something. I'm tired of hurting because of shit you say and trying to do the same to you and it having no effect."
He opened his mouth to speak only to realize he had nothing to say.
He hadn't realized, nor cared actually, at the time... That he'd hurt her like that. He though she was just angry like he was. Guess her anger was her way of dealing with hurt feelings. Then again, he guessed he should have realized that, after what happened their last day of school...
"I apologize." He said, sincerely as he sat on the edge of the bed next to her. "I will try to keep myself in control from now on."
"And I'll be sure to gut check you if you start slipping." She promised with a half hearted smirk before it faded.
Something else was still bothering her...
"You or demon didn't mean all that shit, right?" She asked.
"I cannot speak for the demon, but I assure you I have not actually meant anything I've said recently." He responded after a moment of silence as he thought over everything.
She relaxed even further, letting out a sigh of relief.
"Good...good." she murmured, yawning a bit. "Whoop, medicine's kicking in." She added, settling herself back down into the cocoon of covers she'd made herself.
"If you need anything, I won't be far." He told her, getting up so she could have room to sleep.
"Thanks." She said as she yawned again.
He wasn't sure how else to respond and instead settled for placing a hand on her shoulder briefly before he'd leave the room.
He needed to work on controlling the bastard he called a demon...
Vergil was roused from his meditation by the sound of Andorra screaming in terror as he smelled sulfur and smoke.
He dashed upstairs, only to be stopped when he noticed the cabin was gone.
Or well, pieces of it anyways.
He didn't have time to focus on that before barely dodging a side swipe from a very angry low level demon.
They were under attack!
Faster than the blink of eye the demons head was rendered from it's shoulders, blood beginning to spray everything within a three foot radius.
Sensing one of their brethren down, others turned to face Vergil.
They were grotesque. Maroonish black skin that seemed to ooze and bubble like lava, or a very hot pot of thick soup. Their eyes were pupiless, ranging in color from yellow, red, white, and even black. Their claws and teeth were grossly elongated, fangs dripping viscous saliva as they screeched an unearthly, harrowing scream.
He did not have time for this! Where was Andorra? He hadn't heard her since her initial scream.
His silent question would be answered as he heard gunshots and saw flashes of light coming from nearby.
"Go. Away. And. Let. Me. Suffer. In. Fucking. Peace!" The teen was screaming as bullets punctuated each word she spoke. She was not happy and was filling everything up with as much ammunition as it would take to finally kill one of these things.
Vergil was relieved to see she was still alive as he continued carving through the horde enough to be able to reach her. She was so far managing to keep them at bay with her handguns before the weapons would click to signal they were out of ammunition.
Her brilliant idea to combat that? Throw it as hard as she could at the nearest creature, making it stumble backwards.
"There's way too many!" She hollered to Vergil. "We can't do this on our own!"
"Where do you propose we run?" He demanded, not realizing how harsh his tone was. "Where are your weapons?"
"Beneath the caved in ceiling upstairs!" She answered, resorting to her hands and feet as one demon got too close.
As she fought these things bare handed, her wings appeared, acting like a second set of hands as she used them as a shield against the creatures that would try to blind side her.
Fuck!
Vergil did not want to run. They could take these things. They were beneath them. His katana was easily dispatching the ones he fought. It was Andorra who was struggling. Her weapons were unreachable. Not only that, how she was managing to fight when just hours ago she was curled up in pain was a damned miracle...
Just when he had cut through what he thought was the bulk of the creatures, he could hear the call of more approaching.
Andorra was nearly finished crushing the skull of one such creature with the heel of her foot before she let out a pained scream and doubled over, clutching at her belly.
Dammit!
He rushed over to see if she was all right, sensing distress in her aura.
Fuck! More creatures began to appear and Vergil stood protectively in front of Andorra, eyes scanning for what he would slice next.
He didn't get the chance before the roar of a vehicle engine could be heard over the din of screeching. A large motorcycle tore through the creatures, it's rider letting out a victorious whooping sound as he jumped off the vehicle and somersaulted through the air, cutting through demons with a giant great sword before landing next to Vergil and Andorra.
The rider was one Vergil recognized instantly.
"Dante?!" He demanded, slicing through a creature that had managed to survive the vehicular slaughter.
His twin flashed him a shiwy grin, snowy hair hanging disheveled in front of his ice blue eyes.
"Verge! Hey!" He greeted, running a demon through. "Been a long time, how ya been?"
"Better." The elder twin replied, reversing his katana and shoving it through a creature who had the stupid idea of approaching from behind.
"Who's the girl?" The younger twin asked.
"Andorra."
"Oh, always thought you two would get together."
"Less talking..." The teenage girl huffed as she forced herself to her feet. "More... Killing."
"Can you fight?" Vergil asked her.
"I'll be fine." She said with gritted teeth before looking at Dante. "Got a gun?"
The younger twin smiled and produced a bone white semi auto.
"Careful, she's part of a set." He warned her, though his tone was playful and almost flirty.
"She loaded?"
"Yup."
"Good." She huffed as she clicked the safety off. The three stood with their backs to each other and prepared to lay the smackdown on demon ass as long as they could.
Aided by their parents sometime during the fighting, the demon horde was soon completely obliterated.
Finished fighting, Andorra had collapsed, more so from over exertion in her current state than from injuries, though she did seem to have collected the most.
Everyone had sustained some type of injury, broken and fractured bones, cuts, gashes, bruises.
Elizabeth and Sparda were busy tending to each of their kids, Elizabeth fretting more over Andorra once the girl had passed out.
Vergil and Dante were reassuring their father that they were fine before Dante was taken aside by the elder man.
Vergil then came to check on Andorra.
"Will she be all right?" He asked Elizabeth, who turned her steely gaze to him. Her eyes were narrowed upon the younger man as she rose to her feet.
"You should consider yourself lucky we showed up." She told him, tone level and harsh. "You should have run. Even in peak condition against weaklings like this, there was too many." She scolded him. "What good will the two of you be if you make stupid decisions?! You put my daughters life in further danger by choosing to continue fighting! There's nothing wrong with running away from a fight you can't win." She kept on. As she spoke, the weather began to change. Wind picking up and thunder clouds forming overhead.
"Next time, and trust me, there will be a next time, when you become overwhelmed, you get the hell out, do you understand? Because if you don't, and my daughter gets hurt again, so help me I will disembowel you and leave entrails out to dry!"
Vergil had just stood there, silent. He was containing his rage. How dare this woman speak to him in such a manner? They should consider themselves lucky? Bah! She and father were weak now, compared to them. What little help they were.
"And how are we supposed to further push ourselves if we run away without testing our limits?" He questioned, tone cool and even. "If we retreat at the first sign of adversity, how will we improve?"
"When my daughter is already under duress like she was today, the first thing you should have done was get out. Do you have any idea what her fighting in her condition may have done to her? No, you don't, and you probably don't care. So help me if she doesn't recover from this, I will personally make your life a living hell." She continued to threaten him before James and Eva showed up.
Vergil bit back the retort he wanted to say and instead turned his attention to his mother as she came to hug him.
Dante and Sparda then returned to the carnage was that the living room at one point.
"How is Andorra?" The white haired man asked.
"Battered and bruised." The woman responded grimly. "A broken leg, fractured collar bone, shattered cheekbone, she had a gash across her stomach and sides, and I'm fairly certain she broke several ribs. She's going to need a few weeks of recovery, at the very least."
"The fact that these demons chose to attack today seems highly convenient..." The man mused, crossing his arms over his chest. "They were not intelligent enough themselves to orchestrate such an attack."
"Which means whoever is controlling them knew about Andorra's condition. But how?" Elizabeth asked.
"It's too soon to jump to that conclusion, but it is a very probable suggestion. I'll check the software and hardware from the monitoring equipment, see if there's been any breaches we may not know about. I'll also need to check yours and Vergils phones, since you two did speak with each other earlier. See if anyone was able to wirelessly tap into the service and trace the call. It could take days or even weeks before we know anything."
"And what will we do in the meantime?" James asked, having gone straight to Andorra's side and knelt down beside her. "They can't stay here, right? Where will they go?"
"I've got a place." Dante slid himself into the conversation. "Well, almost. Gotta fix it up a bit first, but-"
"Dante, not now." Sparda cut him off gently. "First, we get Andorra to the nearest hospital and see how she's holding up. Even if her wounds heal, we'll need to see how her other condition is. I think it's safe to say we will not be seeing any more attacks in the near future. Whomever was behind this must have thought this horde was enough. They'll need time to organize more forces, not to mention opening another hell gate takes time."
"The sooner we get her seen by a medical professional, the sooner we can move forward." Elizabeth murmured. "Let's get a move on."