As my alarm clock went off loudly, I jumped out of bed, knowing time
was not working with me. I grabbed a bag and threw all of my clothing into
it and placed my weapons in another. A few minutes later I showered and
dressed and, clutching all that I had, quickly left. I had almost forgotten
about my need of a portal to get out of that place but, by some unknown
stroke of luck, Dartan had left it open. That left me wondering as I
stepped upon Earth; he never would've been so careless as to leave that
open. For a second, and only for a second, I considered the notion that he
purposely let it go.
My feet led me towards the bus stop at the edge of town but my mind understood that there was unfinished business that had to be attended to. The sun was pale but strong on my back as I walked to Devil Never Cry. Morning birds chirped their songs loudly, rabbits sprinted to their holes quickly, and the trees swayed under the harsh winds. Sensing a storm, I hurried my pace until I was finally upon those familiar steps.
Before I could even think about knocking Dante opened the door.
"Isn't it a little early for you to be up?"
"I knew you'd be here as fast as possible. Here..." The Hunter handed me my book. "Good luck finding them."
I was on the verge of crying, because the last thing I wanted to do was leave this town with him in it, so all I could muster was a whisper. "Thanks... but I won't ever be...?"
Thankfully, he spoke before I could finish. "No. Most likely you won't."
I nodded, having that old gut feeling that he was, once again, correct. As I walked off, I had to fight the urge to say goodbye because I knew that, if I did, it would be just like saying I give up. And I didn't want to give up so I headed back to where I'd be able to finally get away and forget him. But that's what I thought and I haven't been known to be right.
Sitting down on an old bench waiting for the bus, I noticed something sticking out of my sketchbook. I heard an engine and looked up, seeing the bus had arrived sooner than I thought it would have. But, even as the doors opened for me, I spitefully opened the book, finding a small, torn piece of paper. The words on it were carefully thought out and the writing was Dante's rushed-yet-ruggedly-sexy writing which also had a few hints of doubt and confusion in the stokes of his pen. And what that note said made me clamp my hand over my mouth before I cried out in disbelief. That was the moment when I realized why I brought my sketchbook with me the day before. I'd done so so that this could happen. My heart started beating wildly, telling me that my decision to leave town was a bad one. With a look up at the driver, one that practically said "I'm boarding neither today nor tomorrow," I put the book back into my bag and picked them both up, finally followed the path I had wanted to follow.
The street, leading back to his home, was longer than I remembered. I was gracious, though. Dante was on the porch with his arms crossed over his chest, his back against the building. To the left of said building was a trio of elderly women; they nearly frightened me because, in the days I'd been in town, I'd never seen them before. They looked too out of place in their sophisticated attire. Obvious anticipation filled Dante's face while he pulled up his right foot and pressed it to the wall. He hung his head, waiting, but, quickly tiring of that, he started walking back inside. And that was the opportune moment I had been waiting for.
Dropping my bags, I ran, no, sprinted to that place but I stopped before the steps as I noticed that he, too, had paused.
"Of course he does." I said in a whisper that was just loud enough for him to hear. And he clearly did because he whipped around at the sound of my voice, looking right at me.
"But..." Dante started to speak back but I fear he... somehow lost the words the moment I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. My long caged desire had finally picked that cursed lock and gotten free. But nervousness poured out of me because I didn't know exactly how he'd react, despite the note he left for me. My fears were quickly dispelled as he grabbed my hips and pulled me up tight to his chest. Just a moment later I thought I'd never fear anything again since, to my shock, I heard Dante breathe a soft moan as he deepened the kiss, letting his persistent tongue enter my mouth. In that short moment so many feelings were shooting through my body that I thought I was literally going to explode. And another one was added to that list of many as I heard soft, educated voices coming from the street.
"Dante...?" I nearly laughed out as the only answer I got was another discreet moan so I roughly nudged his stomach. "Listen. Do you hear that?"
He opened his eyes and slowly pulled back, doing as I said. His lowered eyebrow was enough for me to know that he had, indeed. The voices were the ones of the elderly women.
"Do you see, sisters? It was told." Said the one with midnight black hair.
"Phoebe, do you think it was truly meant?" Asked another but with blonde hair.
"Of course, Selene, they have said it would be so."
The woman with grey-white hair spoke out. "Sisters, let us not forget what it was they said."
"Yes, Luna. We mustn't."
"Say it again... say why it must be so."
The one called Phoebe answered. "They both hail from that planet but she is of the fire on the planet and he of the ice. It is meant because fire is destined to melt ice."
"But why them?"
"Selene, have you seen any others who fit more perfectly?"
"No, I haven't."
"Then it speaks for itself. But... things are not fated to go well. For either of the two." The weird sisters walked off and, surprising me, nearly vanished in fog that was not there five minutes ago.
"Who the hell were they?" Dante asked, just as shocked as I was even though we'd both seen things of the like before.
"I've not got a clue."
It was only about a second later, after he'd dismissed them from his mind, when he realized that I had brought my bags. "So, you'll be staying here won't you?" He asked with a confident attitude.
"If I'm not too much trouble." I said with a smile, catching one from him also as he found my reference to an earlier conversation. He walked out onto the street, picked up my bags, then gestured towards the door. I opened it for him and closed it quickly after both of us had entered. I questioned his actions while I saw him walk up the stairs with my "luggage" but I followed him. Almost doubtfully, I placed one foot on the bottom stair, looking up to see that he had his gaze on me, waiting. So I climbed the rest of the stairs and stepped after Dante, soon finding that he was leading me to a place I had only dreamt of being since the day I saw him. His bedroom.
"Wait." I said, getting him to stop.
"What is it?"
"Why didn't you kill me yesterday? I am just another demon, after all.. The kind you kill all the time." I watched him bite his lip and, if I was crazy, I'd have sworn that he was nervous.
"Yeah but... something's different." Unfortunately, that was all he would say.
So I started to reach for one of my bags he'd placed down, to get my book and ask him about the note, but immediately stopped because he had, like a panther, pinned me to his mattress in such a sudden move that I nearly shrieked. On his face was the sexiest grin I'd ever seen anyone wear. My heart was beating so quickly and my breathing had rapidly increased so that I had basically no idea as to what was going on. All I knew was that I had the most beautiful and incredible man in the world pressing me onto his bed and that he was giving me the greatest rush and feeling as he kissed me so passionately I couldn't believe it. He did not seem like the Dante I'd first met but I knew he was, somehow.
I was so lost in ecstasy that I thought that I was sleeping and having a dream that didn't even feel like a dream. But his gentle, loving hand cupping my cheek was enough to prove that idea otherwise. Dante pulled away and sat back a couple times, making me feel so many mixed emotions. I suppose he noticed the angry growl I produced, after he had done that at least five times, because he spoke. "What? You don't like teasing?" He asked, sly as a fox.
Sighing, I shook my head in response.
"Pity. It's so much more fun that way." His tone was playful but that still didn't prepare me for what he did next. Now, it wasn't a huge deal for someone to do what he did but it was... Dante. A legendary demon hunter whom I had never expected this action to come from, especially not when I was there. He had pulled his thin shirt over his head, exposing part of his insanely beautiful self, that perfectly sculpted body that made me melt like butter on hot toast if I had just looked at it for a mere second. As if it was an act of instinct (or maybe just very uncontrollable desire) I slowly and shyly reached out my right hand, pressing it to his bare chest. I smiled as I slid it over the flesh that covered his heart, feeling it beating as hard as mine was.
"So... you don't like teasing, huh?" Dante asked, again, in another soft, seductive whisper. That really had me stumped because I thought that women were supposed to do the seducing but then I remembered that it was Dante. And he could perfectly pull off the seductive whispers and actions because he, himself, was the epitome of seduction.
"Not right now, I don't." I replied, praying that he was going to do what I had wanted him to do since... I have no idea when.
"Alright. Let that be over with, then." And with those final, soft words I new that it was going to be a few long, breathless hours before I got the chance to even speak an entire coherent sentence.
My feet led me towards the bus stop at the edge of town but my mind understood that there was unfinished business that had to be attended to. The sun was pale but strong on my back as I walked to Devil Never Cry. Morning birds chirped their songs loudly, rabbits sprinted to their holes quickly, and the trees swayed under the harsh winds. Sensing a storm, I hurried my pace until I was finally upon those familiar steps.
Before I could even think about knocking Dante opened the door.
"Isn't it a little early for you to be up?"
"I knew you'd be here as fast as possible. Here..." The Hunter handed me my book. "Good luck finding them."
I was on the verge of crying, because the last thing I wanted to do was leave this town with him in it, so all I could muster was a whisper. "Thanks... but I won't ever be...?"
Thankfully, he spoke before I could finish. "No. Most likely you won't."
I nodded, having that old gut feeling that he was, once again, correct. As I walked off, I had to fight the urge to say goodbye because I knew that, if I did, it would be just like saying I give up. And I didn't want to give up so I headed back to where I'd be able to finally get away and forget him. But that's what I thought and I haven't been known to be right.
Sitting down on an old bench waiting for the bus, I noticed something sticking out of my sketchbook. I heard an engine and looked up, seeing the bus had arrived sooner than I thought it would have. But, even as the doors opened for me, I spitefully opened the book, finding a small, torn piece of paper. The words on it were carefully thought out and the writing was Dante's rushed-yet-ruggedly-sexy writing which also had a few hints of doubt and confusion in the stokes of his pen. And what that note said made me clamp my hand over my mouth before I cried out in disbelief. That was the moment when I realized why I brought my sketchbook with me the day before. I'd done so so that this could happen. My heart started beating wildly, telling me that my decision to leave town was a bad one. With a look up at the driver, one that practically said "I'm boarding neither today nor tomorrow," I put the book back into my bag and picked them both up, finally followed the path I had wanted to follow.
The street, leading back to his home, was longer than I remembered. I was gracious, though. Dante was on the porch with his arms crossed over his chest, his back against the building. To the left of said building was a trio of elderly women; they nearly frightened me because, in the days I'd been in town, I'd never seen them before. They looked too out of place in their sophisticated attire. Obvious anticipation filled Dante's face while he pulled up his right foot and pressed it to the wall. He hung his head, waiting, but, quickly tiring of that, he started walking back inside. And that was the opportune moment I had been waiting for.
Dropping my bags, I ran, no, sprinted to that place but I stopped before the steps as I noticed that he, too, had paused.
"Of course he does." I said in a whisper that was just loud enough for him to hear. And he clearly did because he whipped around at the sound of my voice, looking right at me.
"But..." Dante started to speak back but I fear he... somehow lost the words the moment I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. My long caged desire had finally picked that cursed lock and gotten free. But nervousness poured out of me because I didn't know exactly how he'd react, despite the note he left for me. My fears were quickly dispelled as he grabbed my hips and pulled me up tight to his chest. Just a moment later I thought I'd never fear anything again since, to my shock, I heard Dante breathe a soft moan as he deepened the kiss, letting his persistent tongue enter my mouth. In that short moment so many feelings were shooting through my body that I thought I was literally going to explode. And another one was added to that list of many as I heard soft, educated voices coming from the street.
"Dante...?" I nearly laughed out as the only answer I got was another discreet moan so I roughly nudged his stomach. "Listen. Do you hear that?"
He opened his eyes and slowly pulled back, doing as I said. His lowered eyebrow was enough for me to know that he had, indeed. The voices were the ones of the elderly women.
"Do you see, sisters? It was told." Said the one with midnight black hair.
"Phoebe, do you think it was truly meant?" Asked another but with blonde hair.
"Of course, Selene, they have said it would be so."
The woman with grey-white hair spoke out. "Sisters, let us not forget what it was they said."
"Yes, Luna. We mustn't."
"Say it again... say why it must be so."
The one called Phoebe answered. "They both hail from that planet but she is of the fire on the planet and he of the ice. It is meant because fire is destined to melt ice."
"But why them?"
"Selene, have you seen any others who fit more perfectly?"
"No, I haven't."
"Then it speaks for itself. But... things are not fated to go well. For either of the two." The weird sisters walked off and, surprising me, nearly vanished in fog that was not there five minutes ago.
"Who the hell were they?" Dante asked, just as shocked as I was even though we'd both seen things of the like before.
"I've not got a clue."
It was only about a second later, after he'd dismissed them from his mind, when he realized that I had brought my bags. "So, you'll be staying here won't you?" He asked with a confident attitude.
"If I'm not too much trouble." I said with a smile, catching one from him also as he found my reference to an earlier conversation. He walked out onto the street, picked up my bags, then gestured towards the door. I opened it for him and closed it quickly after both of us had entered. I questioned his actions while I saw him walk up the stairs with my "luggage" but I followed him. Almost doubtfully, I placed one foot on the bottom stair, looking up to see that he had his gaze on me, waiting. So I climbed the rest of the stairs and stepped after Dante, soon finding that he was leading me to a place I had only dreamt of being since the day I saw him. His bedroom.
"Wait." I said, getting him to stop.
"What is it?"
"Why didn't you kill me yesterday? I am just another demon, after all.. The kind you kill all the time." I watched him bite his lip and, if I was crazy, I'd have sworn that he was nervous.
"Yeah but... something's different." Unfortunately, that was all he would say.
So I started to reach for one of my bags he'd placed down, to get my book and ask him about the note, but immediately stopped because he had, like a panther, pinned me to his mattress in such a sudden move that I nearly shrieked. On his face was the sexiest grin I'd ever seen anyone wear. My heart was beating so quickly and my breathing had rapidly increased so that I had basically no idea as to what was going on. All I knew was that I had the most beautiful and incredible man in the world pressing me onto his bed and that he was giving me the greatest rush and feeling as he kissed me so passionately I couldn't believe it. He did not seem like the Dante I'd first met but I knew he was, somehow.
I was so lost in ecstasy that I thought that I was sleeping and having a dream that didn't even feel like a dream. But his gentle, loving hand cupping my cheek was enough to prove that idea otherwise. Dante pulled away and sat back a couple times, making me feel so many mixed emotions. I suppose he noticed the angry growl I produced, after he had done that at least five times, because he spoke. "What? You don't like teasing?" He asked, sly as a fox.
Sighing, I shook my head in response.
"Pity. It's so much more fun that way." His tone was playful but that still didn't prepare me for what he did next. Now, it wasn't a huge deal for someone to do what he did but it was... Dante. A legendary demon hunter whom I had never expected this action to come from, especially not when I was there. He had pulled his thin shirt over his head, exposing part of his insanely beautiful self, that perfectly sculpted body that made me melt like butter on hot toast if I had just looked at it for a mere second. As if it was an act of instinct (or maybe just very uncontrollable desire) I slowly and shyly reached out my right hand, pressing it to his bare chest. I smiled as I slid it over the flesh that covered his heart, feeling it beating as hard as mine was.
"So... you don't like teasing, huh?" Dante asked, again, in another soft, seductive whisper. That really had me stumped because I thought that women were supposed to do the seducing but then I remembered that it was Dante. And he could perfectly pull off the seductive whispers and actions because he, himself, was the epitome of seduction.
"Not right now, I don't." I replied, praying that he was going to do what I had wanted him to do since... I have no idea when.
"Alright. Let that be over with, then." And with those final, soft words I new that it was going to be a few long, breathless hours before I got the chance to even speak an entire coherent sentence.