(Picture that inspired me to write Virginte: http://www.crazy.jp/~wolfina/dmc_g/25-03.html)
Take 5: Into the City
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"Come on then, I got to pick up the baggage and retrieve Ebony and Ivory from there."
Virginte lights up a cigarette and nods, "Okay, you go on ahead and I'll go and get us a ride to the hotel then."
Dante looks at her, his face a mask of non expression but he says levelly, "No trouble, okay?"
"Fuck, Dante, what do you think I am?"
"You don't want to know."
He walks away, leaving her smoking her cigarette and the crowds of people in the airport makes her feel a little suffocating. Sure she is happy to be with Dante and the proposition to kick some ass. Maybe. It has been a long time since she had done any fighting. Being in the supernatural world does that to you. Keeps a being suspended in an area where time ceases to exist and the voices there, the deaths there, those who have come and gone have brought themselves up to her. Making some sort of demand, a needy, desperate and almost loving kind that kept her spirit remains in that existence.
They would cry out to her, making her mad, yet she was possessed to remain. To help out, to coax them into a stillness that gave them a sense of peace and with that, she was able to watch her favorite devil hunter from the mirror of her world. She would often visit Dante and his going ons. It was easy really, with her abilities to be undetected, like a ghost, wavering in and out as if the signature of her being was electricity that burned. She used to watch how Dante would fuck Trish and the intrusion gave her a little more than pleasure. It would cause her to feel all hot and bothered inside, wondering what it would be like to be the one beneath him.
She didn't give a fuck if this was an invasion of privacy. Who the fuck cared. It's not like people in the world didn't love to be exhibitionists and the other half loved to watch it. Why do you think biographies and true stories were so popular? Hell, even the women who pranced around in front of the cameras, playboy magazines that showed their body parts, and those on the internet, and the men who ogled were privy to the most secret places of the victim.
Victims in their own mindless manipulations. They were all prey and the ones who watched were also victims. Who was the predator? She knew. She knew who it was but the name and the one who watches all she could not utter out by fear of causing attention to herself. Virginte was not the type who feared anything but she did however fear the unknown and much is not unknown to her. Except for the predator.
Finishing up her cigarette she looks for the section where the cab drivers pounces on an unsuspecting tourist, hoping to benefit greatly with a big fat tip. She doesn't really have to do much when several men approach her, asking her if she needs a taxi. With their Portuguese accents and dark swarthy looks, Virginte took the first man who eagerly took her bag. She didn't carry much in the way of luggage but a small bag with her small toiletries were enough. It was a bitch having to leave some of her weapons behind because of the high security on the plane so she decided she'd pick up a few things at a customs weaponry shop.
Money wasn't something she lacked. Wondering why Dante used his honest ways to make a living and not tap into the demonic powers he owned, using it to harness what riches he could diverge himself in. Living in a dump where he and Trish stayed was pathetic. A dingy office with trophies of dead carcasses and an old fashioned red phone, which looked like it screamed--sex 1900 hot lines, give me a password and I'll be over to tame your demon, baby. Only five ninety nine a minute. Dante came just then, getting into the cab with her, he carries with him a large suitcase and let the cabdriver put it in the back.
"What's in there? Your red wardrobe and alastor?"
"No. Just some things I need. It was difficult to bring my guns but I had to take them apart and put the bullets in a separate box."
"Now that's just strange. How were you able to do that even?"
"I've got my charms."
"I'm sure you do."
Virginte looks at him seductively, with her hungry eyes on his lips and the planes of his face. Dante ignores her for the most part. He was sure he'd lose it if she let him get to his goat. Leaning forward, Dante asks the cabdriver what are the most popular attractions in Rio De Janeiro. He wanted to ask about the killings but he'd hope that the local driver would be able to give that information on his own.
"Sir, we have so much to offer you and your lady here. What's your pleasure? There are fabulous sightseeing tours, beaches, historical districts, and spotlights on favorite attractions like the Sugarloaf and Corcovado. One of the major Rio attractions is the countless nightlife possibilities. You two will enjoy it! I promise you! You have heard about our evenings of festivals and the Cariocas are a festive breed, and seem we to find a different thing to do every night of the week."
"My you are a good guide. Do all cabdrivers come with tour guide qualifications too?" Whispers Virginte. She lounges back and wipes the sweat from the top of her breasts and the long slender neckline with her dainty fingers.
Dante glances at her as a warning to be nice and replies,
"And you are a Carioca? So I gather there is a festival tonight?"
"Oh yes!" the cabdriver eagerly replies, revealing white teeth and a friendly smile. "You must join in! But I must warn you of a couple tips.When a Carioca says,
"I'll call you later", "Call me later", "Show up at my place", or "I'll meet you at the club tonight" they don't essentially mean it. It's just our custom."
"I see. Just like the Irish who are notoriously late and find it fashionably to be so." Virginte languidly replies.
"I don't know, miss but if you are planning to join in tonight, be very careful. There has been a bout of mysterious disappearances and turned up murders during the past few months."
Dante is waiting for this. Hunters like him can smell anything supernatural, demonic energies, and activities that were unnormal. Nothing was normal these days. The world needed more hunters like him. He further asks when they happened and who the victims were and how the bodies were found. The cab driver shakes his head; a frown stains his face and shrugs. The rest of the trip in the cab gave the couple more information and tourist attractions on what to do.
"I want to go up on that mountain, Dante. You know the one where they have that statue of Jesus? The one where he spreads his wings, his arms out like wings I mean? Like he loves us and wants to hold all humanity in a loving embrace."
Virginte voice takes on a desperate tone. She was really excited to be among the human race really, despite her loathing for them. It's probably a hate and love kind of feeling and Dante could well understand. He nods. Giving in for once her silly request. He hopes that she doesn't go about killing unnecessarily. She has a darker side that extends towards killing innocent humans. These are one of the reasons he had begun to despise her many years ago. It looks to him that she hadn't really changed. Did he even remember Trish and where she had went? It's as if he didn't care. The headaches were hurting him more often and he felt better being around Virginte despite how much he dislikes her.
"Virginte, when I look for clues of what is going on; you can do whatever you want. You can join me or you can go off on your own."
"My, my you're becoming very friendly all of a sudden. This Brazilian air has gotten into your demons blood after all."
Upon hearing the word demon, the cab driver looks in the rear view mirror and Virginte winks at him,
"My guy is such a devil, rooowr."
Dante gave up giving her warning looks and thinks what to do next. Attend the festivals this evening and ask around what clues were to the disappearances of the unfound and the murders. Violence usually happens in big cities like this, private ones too but it was the unusual way the murders were according to the driver. The murders and losses were greater than the usual criminal quota.
In their hotel room, Virginite starts to get undress, and turns on the shower, and Dante grates out, "Do you mind? You can close the door to the bathroom and shower. I don't need an exhibition."
"It's not like you haven't seen me naked before, Dante. What's the matter? Afraid you might actually want to fuck me?"
"Yes, you are fucking hot. That's why I would like you to be a little more chaste."
"Chaste? Shit. You are a prude. What fucking happened to you? After that night and the morning when you yelled at Trish so violently? Were you having a bad day? You and Trish?""
This produces Virginte a vise grip around her slender neck, choking her, she lifts her hands to push at Dante's fingers, trying to pry them off.
Dante's face is a mask of anger and rage, "You little fucking bitch! You were watching the whole time. In your little invisible realm weren't you? And you know what? I think you are behind this little charade!"
"Dante….."
Choking, she grasps for his arms to pull them off and it wasn't a question of fighting back, it was more of a defense mechanism. It didn't matter who was in the right. She uses her powers of phasing to disappear and ends up behind Dante, kicking him back against the wall with her booted feet. Dante was momentarily stunned but he regains his balance and clenches his fists.
"If you want a fight, you bitch from hell. I'm willing to give you one."
"I'm NOT the bitch from hell, Dante. That would be Trish or did you forget?"
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Take 5: Into the City
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"Come on then, I got to pick up the baggage and retrieve Ebony and Ivory from there."
Virginte lights up a cigarette and nods, "Okay, you go on ahead and I'll go and get us a ride to the hotel then."
Dante looks at her, his face a mask of non expression but he says levelly, "No trouble, okay?"
"Fuck, Dante, what do you think I am?"
"You don't want to know."
He walks away, leaving her smoking her cigarette and the crowds of people in the airport makes her feel a little suffocating. Sure she is happy to be with Dante and the proposition to kick some ass. Maybe. It has been a long time since she had done any fighting. Being in the supernatural world does that to you. Keeps a being suspended in an area where time ceases to exist and the voices there, the deaths there, those who have come and gone have brought themselves up to her. Making some sort of demand, a needy, desperate and almost loving kind that kept her spirit remains in that existence.
They would cry out to her, making her mad, yet she was possessed to remain. To help out, to coax them into a stillness that gave them a sense of peace and with that, she was able to watch her favorite devil hunter from the mirror of her world. She would often visit Dante and his going ons. It was easy really, with her abilities to be undetected, like a ghost, wavering in and out as if the signature of her being was electricity that burned. She used to watch how Dante would fuck Trish and the intrusion gave her a little more than pleasure. It would cause her to feel all hot and bothered inside, wondering what it would be like to be the one beneath him.
She didn't give a fuck if this was an invasion of privacy. Who the fuck cared. It's not like people in the world didn't love to be exhibitionists and the other half loved to watch it. Why do you think biographies and true stories were so popular? Hell, even the women who pranced around in front of the cameras, playboy magazines that showed their body parts, and those on the internet, and the men who ogled were privy to the most secret places of the victim.
Victims in their own mindless manipulations. They were all prey and the ones who watched were also victims. Who was the predator? She knew. She knew who it was but the name and the one who watches all she could not utter out by fear of causing attention to herself. Virginte was not the type who feared anything but she did however fear the unknown and much is not unknown to her. Except for the predator.
Finishing up her cigarette she looks for the section where the cab drivers pounces on an unsuspecting tourist, hoping to benefit greatly with a big fat tip. She doesn't really have to do much when several men approach her, asking her if she needs a taxi. With their Portuguese accents and dark swarthy looks, Virginte took the first man who eagerly took her bag. She didn't carry much in the way of luggage but a small bag with her small toiletries were enough. It was a bitch having to leave some of her weapons behind because of the high security on the plane so she decided she'd pick up a few things at a customs weaponry shop.
Money wasn't something she lacked. Wondering why Dante used his honest ways to make a living and not tap into the demonic powers he owned, using it to harness what riches he could diverge himself in. Living in a dump where he and Trish stayed was pathetic. A dingy office with trophies of dead carcasses and an old fashioned red phone, which looked like it screamed--sex 1900 hot lines, give me a password and I'll be over to tame your demon, baby. Only five ninety nine a minute. Dante came just then, getting into the cab with her, he carries with him a large suitcase and let the cabdriver put it in the back.
"What's in there? Your red wardrobe and alastor?"
"No. Just some things I need. It was difficult to bring my guns but I had to take them apart and put the bullets in a separate box."
"Now that's just strange. How were you able to do that even?"
"I've got my charms."
"I'm sure you do."
Virginte looks at him seductively, with her hungry eyes on his lips and the planes of his face. Dante ignores her for the most part. He was sure he'd lose it if she let him get to his goat. Leaning forward, Dante asks the cabdriver what are the most popular attractions in Rio De Janeiro. He wanted to ask about the killings but he'd hope that the local driver would be able to give that information on his own.
"Sir, we have so much to offer you and your lady here. What's your pleasure? There are fabulous sightseeing tours, beaches, historical districts, and spotlights on favorite attractions like the Sugarloaf and Corcovado. One of the major Rio attractions is the countless nightlife possibilities. You two will enjoy it! I promise you! You have heard about our evenings of festivals and the Cariocas are a festive breed, and seem we to find a different thing to do every night of the week."
"My you are a good guide. Do all cabdrivers come with tour guide qualifications too?" Whispers Virginte. She lounges back and wipes the sweat from the top of her breasts and the long slender neckline with her dainty fingers.
Dante glances at her as a warning to be nice and replies,
"And you are a Carioca? So I gather there is a festival tonight?"
"Oh yes!" the cabdriver eagerly replies, revealing white teeth and a friendly smile. "You must join in! But I must warn you of a couple tips.When a Carioca says,
"I'll call you later", "Call me later", "Show up at my place", or "I'll meet you at the club tonight" they don't essentially mean it. It's just our custom."
"I see. Just like the Irish who are notoriously late and find it fashionably to be so." Virginte languidly replies.
"I don't know, miss but if you are planning to join in tonight, be very careful. There has been a bout of mysterious disappearances and turned up murders during the past few months."
Dante is waiting for this. Hunters like him can smell anything supernatural, demonic energies, and activities that were unnormal. Nothing was normal these days. The world needed more hunters like him. He further asks when they happened and who the victims were and how the bodies were found. The cab driver shakes his head; a frown stains his face and shrugs. The rest of the trip in the cab gave the couple more information and tourist attractions on what to do.
"I want to go up on that mountain, Dante. You know the one where they have that statue of Jesus? The one where he spreads his wings, his arms out like wings I mean? Like he loves us and wants to hold all humanity in a loving embrace."
Virginte voice takes on a desperate tone. She was really excited to be among the human race really, despite her loathing for them. It's probably a hate and love kind of feeling and Dante could well understand. He nods. Giving in for once her silly request. He hopes that she doesn't go about killing unnecessarily. She has a darker side that extends towards killing innocent humans. These are one of the reasons he had begun to despise her many years ago. It looks to him that she hadn't really changed. Did he even remember Trish and where she had went? It's as if he didn't care. The headaches were hurting him more often and he felt better being around Virginte despite how much he dislikes her.
"Virginte, when I look for clues of what is going on; you can do whatever you want. You can join me or you can go off on your own."
"My, my you're becoming very friendly all of a sudden. This Brazilian air has gotten into your demons blood after all."
Upon hearing the word demon, the cab driver looks in the rear view mirror and Virginte winks at him,
"My guy is such a devil, rooowr."
Dante gave up giving her warning looks and thinks what to do next. Attend the festivals this evening and ask around what clues were to the disappearances of the unfound and the murders. Violence usually happens in big cities like this, private ones too but it was the unusual way the murders were according to the driver. The murders and losses were greater than the usual criminal quota.
In their hotel room, Virginite starts to get undress, and turns on the shower, and Dante grates out, "Do you mind? You can close the door to the bathroom and shower. I don't need an exhibition."
"It's not like you haven't seen me naked before, Dante. What's the matter? Afraid you might actually want to fuck me?"
"Yes, you are fucking hot. That's why I would like you to be a little more chaste."
"Chaste? Shit. You are a prude. What fucking happened to you? After that night and the morning when you yelled at Trish so violently? Were you having a bad day? You and Trish?""
This produces Virginte a vise grip around her slender neck, choking her, she lifts her hands to push at Dante's fingers, trying to pry them off.
Dante's face is a mask of anger and rage, "You little fucking bitch! You were watching the whole time. In your little invisible realm weren't you? And you know what? I think you are behind this little charade!"
"Dante….."
Choking, she grasps for his arms to pull them off and it wasn't a question of fighting back, it was more of a defense mechanism. It didn't matter who was in the right. She uses her powers of phasing to disappear and ends up behind Dante, kicking him back against the wall with her booted feet. Dante was momentarily stunned but he regains his balance and clenches his fists.
"If you want a fight, you bitch from hell. I'm willing to give you one."
"I'm NOT the bitch from hell, Dante. That would be Trish or did you forget?"
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