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Thanks for the reviews everyone!
Vergil Sparda - I don't know if your comment was a positive or negative one, but I'm going to assume it was sarcasm. I think it's too early in the morning for interpretation. heheh :)
Fangirl - Thanks! I wasn't sure about the half devil half demon thing. All I know is he can "devil trigger" so I ran with that. :) I decided to change it to half demon, because that's what the game says. :)
Now on with the story..
Chapter 7 -
It is now pretty late and I can see the sun setting in the horizon.
"Finally!" I say out loud reaching the edge of the forest. I thought I was going to have to go back and kick his ass for pointing me in the wrong direction.
I bet Nikki's pretty worried right now. What do I tell her? Do I tell her that Dante was just a loser and leave it at that? No, because if we bump into him again, she'd kick his ass. I guess I'll just have to endure her wrath.
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Getting off the bus, I look up at the hotel, "I hope she's there."
I'm about to walk past the check-in counter when, "Excuse me, Ms. Lyn?"
I turn to look at the clerk, "Yes."
"Your friend, Nikki, left a message. She said that she would be at Roxy's, if you'd care to join her."
"Thank you." I say to the clerk.
I knew that she would be mad at me. "If I care to join her." I say mocking her voice. That sounds like her all right. I Sigh. Well, I better go change first. I know I must be pretty dirty after that scuffle with Dante. I roll my eyes.
After a quick shower and a fresh change of clothes, I head back down to the lobby. I ask the clerk for the directions to Roxy's. Luckily, it's only a walks length away. I don't want any more bus rides.
I'm about to exit the hotel and my senses start to tingle. Not the tingle I get when I'm around Dante. This tingle reeks of... evil. I shudder.
Not knowing which direction it's coming from; I continue out the door and try to ignore it. Maybe if I act normal, it won't know. If I look suspicious then I give myself away, right? I make an attempt to chuckle, "Heh," and end up shaking my head.
Since I'm not paying any attention to my surroundings, I accidentally bump into someone. "Uh, excuse..." I stop dead in my tracks. That didn't feel right. I turn my head to look. The man just keeps walking.
"Huh, oh well." I say walking away. The sensation starts to fade.
I'm looking at all the buildings while heading down to Roxy's. It looks like downtown Vegas to me, in a country kind of way, I think to myself laughing a little. I get to the front of Roxy's and notice all the scantily clad women giggling and laughing. Most of them have men in their arms. I smirk.
"I can't believe she's in here." I say entering the club. I follow the rest of the crowd.
The music is loud and the lights are dancing to the beat. I try to scan the area for Nikki. It shouldn't be hard to spot her in a place like this.
In the midst of all this hubbub, someone manages to grab my wrist. I turn to look. It's some middle-aged man trying to score. He's about five foot ten inches tall and has a bald spot in the middle of his head. His hair looks as though he dyes it to match his mustache. I jerk my arm from him, but he's got one hell of a grip on it. My eyes narrow and I jerk even harder. He goes flying into the crowd behind me. I turn around and look. Most of the people are having too much fun to even notice, and the ones that did are laughing. He gets up and dusts his pants off. I did that?
Someone hits me on the back of the head, "Smack."
"Ow."
"There you are! You seem to be famous for leaving me alone!" I turn around and see Nikki all red faced.
I think to myself, great, here it comes.
"Where'd you go?! I was so worried! I thought you were kidnapped or something worse!" She pauses for a bit. Probably trying to see if I'd have some kind of excuse. "But I figured that since you were with Dante, you were probably safe! Where did you and Dante go, huh?!" She looks around, "Speaking of which, where is he?"
Not telling the truth, I yell over the music, "I'm sorry! I didn't feel good, so we sat in the park. I fell asleep, and Dante didn't bother to wake me! I didn't mean to worry you! You told him to take me anyway!"
She just stands there with her hands on her hips. Her face has an uh-huh look on it. "I told him to take care of you!" She says correcting me.
I yell again ignoring her comment. "You obviously weren't too worried! You came out to party!" I smile and wink.
She smacks me in the arm really hard. It didn't hurt for some reason. I rub it out of reaction.
Nikki grabs my arm and pulls me down so she could yell in my ear, "Where's Dante?!"
I shrug my shoulders and say, "He said that he had to go somewhere and left! He said we'd see him again!"
She looks at me in awe, "How?! Does he know where we're staying?!"
I pat her on her shoulder, "Don't worry about it! He said he'd see us again!" I say, kind of making it up.
She shrugs her shoulders. "Okay! Come on, I want you to meet some guys I just met tonight!" She says while pulling on my sleeve.
"That's fast... Hey, hey, watch the shirt. I just put this on!" I yell trying to follow her. I am about to take a couple more steps when suddenly my body starts to tingle. This uneasy feeling freezes me where I stand and I scan the area, "Oh, no, not again." I say under my breath.
What is this? Am I going to feel this every time some 'demon' wants to show his face? Maybe it's just a reaction thing to being brought back to life. What am I saying?! I shake my head thinking I'm going crazy for believing Dante. "What if he is right?" I mumble. The sensation seems to intensify. I slowly scan the area again trying not to make it obvious.
"ALMA! ALMAAA!!!" I look over towards Nikki. She's flagging me down.
I smile and wave in recognition. Gritting my teeth, I say, probably more to myself than to Nikki, "Not now, Nikki. Not now."
Slowly I ease my way towards Nikki. The club is full of people. Everyone's drinking, smoking, smiling, laughing, dancing, talking, and. necking. My lip curls in disgust. Am I really disgusted or jealous. What am I thinking? I dismiss the thought from my mind. I am about to look away when the couple necking catches my attention again. The woman seems kind of relaxed. I stare a little longer. Her hands are at her sides and she jerks as though she's getting chills. The man has his hands wrapped around her so tightly that I thought her head would pop off. I can hardly see him, but he's definitely got his face buried in her neck.
My eyebrow lifts, "Boy, they're really getting into it." I say to myself.
The man loosens his grip slightly. He moves his head just enough so that I can see his face. Wow, he's handsome. He looks my way and smiles, an evil smile. My eyes widen. His eyes, they are so dark. He lets go of the woman and she slumps a little. She's drunk, I think to myself. He starts to come my way. I try to lose his gaze and in panic, I head in the direction of Nikki.
"Damn. 'scuse me, 'scuse me." I say pushing my way through.
This feeling, it's still here, and it's getting stronger. What do I do? I won't be able to defend myself if something happens.
While pushing my way through the crowd, I turn my head to look back and see if that guy was still following me. Damn, too many people. I can't tell.
My senses are tingling so much that it's almost to the point of being itchy. Still trying to push my way through, I turn to look for Nikki, and the guy's standing right in front of me. My hands touch him.
My senses go into overload. I back away in shock. He grabs me by the arm and pushes me towards the back of the club. I look over to Nikki. She thinks I'm hitting on some guy and gives me the thumbs up. My mouth drops.
This guy's strong. Where's he taking me? "Heeey!" I yell. I try to pull away from his grip, but I can't seem to get rid of him. "Let go, you jerk!" He keeps shoving me towards the back. He has such a strong grip on my arm that I think he's cutting the circulation to it. "Ugh, where are you taking me?!" We finally get to the hall where the bathrooms are. He shoves me hard against the wall and pins me there.
"Ow. What the...?!" My senses are going crazy. I just want to scrape him off me and... kill him.
He places his forearm against my neck and looks at me with those cold and dark eyes, "Did you see something you like?" He says sneering, a slight metallic aroma emanates from his mouth. He licks his lips. Did I see blood?
"(Gasping for air)... uh..." I don't say anything. I'm just struggling from his hold and getting quite angry.
He caresses my face and licks the side of it.
"Yuck!" Repulsed, I knee him between the legs and at the same time grab his forearm to move him away from me, but I practically throw him out the back door of the club. The door swings open from the force of his weight. I run after him.
He's lying in the back alley writhing in pain from the apparent knee-in-the- groin. He starts to get up, but I don't give him the chance to recover. I give him a swift kick to the ribs. He goes flying a couple of feet, "Ooof!"
Wow, did I do that? I smile inside.
"That was gross. You know, you shouldn't lick someone's face, unless you know them well..." I put my finger to my cheek, as if thinking, "you know, actually, that's still gross."
I hear him mumble between gritted teeth, "Fucking bitch."
As if by instinct, I make a dash for him with fists ready to punch at anything that was exposed.
"Rrrrr..." He gets up and is coming straight for me. He transforms and shows his true identity.
He looks like a character right out of some science fiction creep show. The part of the eyes that is supposed to be white is yellow and the dark of his eyes are outlined in red. His skin is rough with many craters and points that are randomly placed all over his body. He no longer has any hair either. And boy, does he stink.
After that quick interlude, I try to get into a fighting stance. Remembering that I once took martial arts as a kid. Of course, I was only a green belt. And upon remembering that my brow wrinkles knowing I could possibly die.
He tries to grab for me and I avert his attempt. He snarls, or was that an expression of amusement? My eyes narrow.
He slouches and tries to swipe at me with his nasty hands.
I comment. "You know, they have medicine for fungus infected nails." I pause for a moment and mumble, "But I don't know about your face."
I think I angered the thing. The darks of his eyes become very small and he makes a guttural sound that seems to come from inside his stomach.
"Heh..." I taunt him by motioning my hands for him to come on.
He lunges at me with a roar, and I sidestep to avoid his attack except he surprises me by dodging in my direction. He manages to make me lose my balance and I fall to the ground. He jumps on top of me and pins me in place. He hisses something in some weird language. Was he really talking or just making noises?
He stares at me like an animal. Something gurgles at the back of his throat. I stare in disgust. All of a sudden his mouth opens and some slimy stuff splatters onto my face.
"YUCK!!!" I scream.
With all my might I push him off of me. I just want to kick his ass. We circle each other in a dogfight while I'm wiping my face with the sleeve of my shirt. I make the first move and punch the thing in the face.
"How's that... (punching his face)... you freaking... demon." I say in between swings and dodges. I execute a roundhouse kick to his face.
"Heheheh... You'll have to do better than that, Bitch!" He glares at me. He pulls out a butterfly knife and displays his agility with it.
"Oh, shit." I say to myself.
I am able to dodge his knife attacks for a few minutes, but I'm getting tired. I'm not cut out for this, I think to myself, and I'm definitely out of shape.
Breathing heavily, I comment, "Maybe... (pant)... we can... (pant) continue this... (pant)... another time."
He laughs at my suggestion, "Oh, what's the matter? You giving up all ready?... You can't handle me?" He lunges at me. I am able to avert his first attempt by slightly deflecting his hand, but he surprises me. He manages to quickly spin around, grab me around the neck and plunge the knife into my stomach.
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Dante is at his hotel room now getting dressed. He's no longer at the cabin. He puts on his shirt and runs his hand through his hair to comb it down. When suddenly, he keels over in pain and drops to his knees holding his stomach, "Aaahh!" He grits his teeth.
Thanks for the reviews everyone!
Vergil Sparda - I don't know if your comment was a positive or negative one, but I'm going to assume it was sarcasm. I think it's too early in the morning for interpretation. heheh :)
Fangirl - Thanks! I wasn't sure about the half devil half demon thing. All I know is he can "devil trigger" so I ran with that. :) I decided to change it to half demon, because that's what the game says. :)
Now on with the story..
Chapter 7 -
It is now pretty late and I can see the sun setting in the horizon.
"Finally!" I say out loud reaching the edge of the forest. I thought I was going to have to go back and kick his ass for pointing me in the wrong direction.
I bet Nikki's pretty worried right now. What do I tell her? Do I tell her that Dante was just a loser and leave it at that? No, because if we bump into him again, she'd kick his ass. I guess I'll just have to endure her wrath.
**********
Getting off the bus, I look up at the hotel, "I hope she's there."
I'm about to walk past the check-in counter when, "Excuse me, Ms. Lyn?"
I turn to look at the clerk, "Yes."
"Your friend, Nikki, left a message. She said that she would be at Roxy's, if you'd care to join her."
"Thank you." I say to the clerk.
I knew that she would be mad at me. "If I care to join her." I say mocking her voice. That sounds like her all right. I Sigh. Well, I better go change first. I know I must be pretty dirty after that scuffle with Dante. I roll my eyes.
After a quick shower and a fresh change of clothes, I head back down to the lobby. I ask the clerk for the directions to Roxy's. Luckily, it's only a walks length away. I don't want any more bus rides.
I'm about to exit the hotel and my senses start to tingle. Not the tingle I get when I'm around Dante. This tingle reeks of... evil. I shudder.
Not knowing which direction it's coming from; I continue out the door and try to ignore it. Maybe if I act normal, it won't know. If I look suspicious then I give myself away, right? I make an attempt to chuckle, "Heh," and end up shaking my head.
Since I'm not paying any attention to my surroundings, I accidentally bump into someone. "Uh, excuse..." I stop dead in my tracks. That didn't feel right. I turn my head to look. The man just keeps walking.
"Huh, oh well." I say walking away. The sensation starts to fade.
I'm looking at all the buildings while heading down to Roxy's. It looks like downtown Vegas to me, in a country kind of way, I think to myself laughing a little. I get to the front of Roxy's and notice all the scantily clad women giggling and laughing. Most of them have men in their arms. I smirk.
"I can't believe she's in here." I say entering the club. I follow the rest of the crowd.
The music is loud and the lights are dancing to the beat. I try to scan the area for Nikki. It shouldn't be hard to spot her in a place like this.
In the midst of all this hubbub, someone manages to grab my wrist. I turn to look. It's some middle-aged man trying to score. He's about five foot ten inches tall and has a bald spot in the middle of his head. His hair looks as though he dyes it to match his mustache. I jerk my arm from him, but he's got one hell of a grip on it. My eyes narrow and I jerk even harder. He goes flying into the crowd behind me. I turn around and look. Most of the people are having too much fun to even notice, and the ones that did are laughing. He gets up and dusts his pants off. I did that?
Someone hits me on the back of the head, "Smack."
"Ow."
"There you are! You seem to be famous for leaving me alone!" I turn around and see Nikki all red faced.
I think to myself, great, here it comes.
"Where'd you go?! I was so worried! I thought you were kidnapped or something worse!" She pauses for a bit. Probably trying to see if I'd have some kind of excuse. "But I figured that since you were with Dante, you were probably safe! Where did you and Dante go, huh?!" She looks around, "Speaking of which, where is he?"
Not telling the truth, I yell over the music, "I'm sorry! I didn't feel good, so we sat in the park. I fell asleep, and Dante didn't bother to wake me! I didn't mean to worry you! You told him to take me anyway!"
She just stands there with her hands on her hips. Her face has an uh-huh look on it. "I told him to take care of you!" She says correcting me.
I yell again ignoring her comment. "You obviously weren't too worried! You came out to party!" I smile and wink.
She smacks me in the arm really hard. It didn't hurt for some reason. I rub it out of reaction.
Nikki grabs my arm and pulls me down so she could yell in my ear, "Where's Dante?!"
I shrug my shoulders and say, "He said that he had to go somewhere and left! He said we'd see him again!"
She looks at me in awe, "How?! Does he know where we're staying?!"
I pat her on her shoulder, "Don't worry about it! He said he'd see us again!" I say, kind of making it up.
She shrugs her shoulders. "Okay! Come on, I want you to meet some guys I just met tonight!" She says while pulling on my sleeve.
"That's fast... Hey, hey, watch the shirt. I just put this on!" I yell trying to follow her. I am about to take a couple more steps when suddenly my body starts to tingle. This uneasy feeling freezes me where I stand and I scan the area, "Oh, no, not again." I say under my breath.
What is this? Am I going to feel this every time some 'demon' wants to show his face? Maybe it's just a reaction thing to being brought back to life. What am I saying?! I shake my head thinking I'm going crazy for believing Dante. "What if he is right?" I mumble. The sensation seems to intensify. I slowly scan the area again trying not to make it obvious.
"ALMA! ALMAAA!!!" I look over towards Nikki. She's flagging me down.
I smile and wave in recognition. Gritting my teeth, I say, probably more to myself than to Nikki, "Not now, Nikki. Not now."
Slowly I ease my way towards Nikki. The club is full of people. Everyone's drinking, smoking, smiling, laughing, dancing, talking, and. necking. My lip curls in disgust. Am I really disgusted or jealous. What am I thinking? I dismiss the thought from my mind. I am about to look away when the couple necking catches my attention again. The woman seems kind of relaxed. I stare a little longer. Her hands are at her sides and she jerks as though she's getting chills. The man has his hands wrapped around her so tightly that I thought her head would pop off. I can hardly see him, but he's definitely got his face buried in her neck.
My eyebrow lifts, "Boy, they're really getting into it." I say to myself.
The man loosens his grip slightly. He moves his head just enough so that I can see his face. Wow, he's handsome. He looks my way and smiles, an evil smile. My eyes widen. His eyes, they are so dark. He lets go of the woman and she slumps a little. She's drunk, I think to myself. He starts to come my way. I try to lose his gaze and in panic, I head in the direction of Nikki.
"Damn. 'scuse me, 'scuse me." I say pushing my way through.
This feeling, it's still here, and it's getting stronger. What do I do? I won't be able to defend myself if something happens.
While pushing my way through the crowd, I turn my head to look back and see if that guy was still following me. Damn, too many people. I can't tell.
My senses are tingling so much that it's almost to the point of being itchy. Still trying to push my way through, I turn to look for Nikki, and the guy's standing right in front of me. My hands touch him.
My senses go into overload. I back away in shock. He grabs me by the arm and pushes me towards the back of the club. I look over to Nikki. She thinks I'm hitting on some guy and gives me the thumbs up. My mouth drops.
This guy's strong. Where's he taking me? "Heeey!" I yell. I try to pull away from his grip, but I can't seem to get rid of him. "Let go, you jerk!" He keeps shoving me towards the back. He has such a strong grip on my arm that I think he's cutting the circulation to it. "Ugh, where are you taking me?!" We finally get to the hall where the bathrooms are. He shoves me hard against the wall and pins me there.
"Ow. What the...?!" My senses are going crazy. I just want to scrape him off me and... kill him.
He places his forearm against my neck and looks at me with those cold and dark eyes, "Did you see something you like?" He says sneering, a slight metallic aroma emanates from his mouth. He licks his lips. Did I see blood?
"(Gasping for air)... uh..." I don't say anything. I'm just struggling from his hold and getting quite angry.
He caresses my face and licks the side of it.
"Yuck!" Repulsed, I knee him between the legs and at the same time grab his forearm to move him away from me, but I practically throw him out the back door of the club. The door swings open from the force of his weight. I run after him.
He's lying in the back alley writhing in pain from the apparent knee-in-the- groin. He starts to get up, but I don't give him the chance to recover. I give him a swift kick to the ribs. He goes flying a couple of feet, "Ooof!"
Wow, did I do that? I smile inside.
"That was gross. You know, you shouldn't lick someone's face, unless you know them well..." I put my finger to my cheek, as if thinking, "you know, actually, that's still gross."
I hear him mumble between gritted teeth, "Fucking bitch."
As if by instinct, I make a dash for him with fists ready to punch at anything that was exposed.
"Rrrrr..." He gets up and is coming straight for me. He transforms and shows his true identity.
He looks like a character right out of some science fiction creep show. The part of the eyes that is supposed to be white is yellow and the dark of his eyes are outlined in red. His skin is rough with many craters and points that are randomly placed all over his body. He no longer has any hair either. And boy, does he stink.
After that quick interlude, I try to get into a fighting stance. Remembering that I once took martial arts as a kid. Of course, I was only a green belt. And upon remembering that my brow wrinkles knowing I could possibly die.
He tries to grab for me and I avert his attempt. He snarls, or was that an expression of amusement? My eyes narrow.
He slouches and tries to swipe at me with his nasty hands.
I comment. "You know, they have medicine for fungus infected nails." I pause for a moment and mumble, "But I don't know about your face."
I think I angered the thing. The darks of his eyes become very small and he makes a guttural sound that seems to come from inside his stomach.
"Heh..." I taunt him by motioning my hands for him to come on.
He lunges at me with a roar, and I sidestep to avoid his attack except he surprises me by dodging in my direction. He manages to make me lose my balance and I fall to the ground. He jumps on top of me and pins me in place. He hisses something in some weird language. Was he really talking or just making noises?
He stares at me like an animal. Something gurgles at the back of his throat. I stare in disgust. All of a sudden his mouth opens and some slimy stuff splatters onto my face.
"YUCK!!!" I scream.
With all my might I push him off of me. I just want to kick his ass. We circle each other in a dogfight while I'm wiping my face with the sleeve of my shirt. I make the first move and punch the thing in the face.
"How's that... (punching his face)... you freaking... demon." I say in between swings and dodges. I execute a roundhouse kick to his face.
"Heheheh... You'll have to do better than that, Bitch!" He glares at me. He pulls out a butterfly knife and displays his agility with it.
"Oh, shit." I say to myself.
I am able to dodge his knife attacks for a few minutes, but I'm getting tired. I'm not cut out for this, I think to myself, and I'm definitely out of shape.
Breathing heavily, I comment, "Maybe... (pant)... we can... (pant) continue this... (pant)... another time."
He laughs at my suggestion, "Oh, what's the matter? You giving up all ready?... You can't handle me?" He lunges at me. I am able to avert his first attempt by slightly deflecting his hand, but he surprises me. He manages to quickly spin around, grab me around the neck and plunge the knife into my stomach.
**********
Dante is at his hotel room now getting dressed. He's no longer at the cabin. He puts on his shirt and runs his hand through his hair to comb it down. When suddenly, he keels over in pain and drops to his knees holding his stomach, "Aaahh!" He grits his teeth.