Alright, I don't really care about reviews, so I'm just going to get this
done before Christmas. So, on with this thing! You guys are lucky,
because more fighting's going to come up in the next few chapters!! But
you may not see it til after the holidays . . .
A few quick authors note. . .
Kiko, you got that frickin' song stuck in my head so badly that I don't think it's ever going to get out of there. Not that 'Bring Me Back to Life' is bad, I like it.
Chasm: When will you update? I really do want to read it!
Busta: Um, que pasa?
Okay, I really can't say much else to you guys, except maybe hi, but never mind that and I'll go on with this damn thing. . .
Chapter 17 Kaos
Demi could hear someone calling his name. He tried moving, but could only muster the strength to move his arms a few inches. He opened his eyes to see only a slit of darkening orange light and two darkening figures in front of him. As he came to completely, he recognized the figures to be Dante and Schala. Both wore relieved faces, and Dante looked rather worn out. Demi could finally move a bit more and he screwed up his face and yawned, feeling horribly tired and cold. He stretched longly, but stopped as he noticed where he was.
The sun was barely visible on the horizon and the stars were now coming out. He was on the roof of the cathedral, but couldn't remember getting there at all. He couldn't remember anything past when Dante had picked him up after he had gotten him out of the lake. As Demi let his eyes wander around, he looked up at Dante's upside down face, hovering over his own. It took him a few moments before he noticed that he was lying in Dante's lap.
Dante opened his mouth thinly, not sure if Demi was all right or not. "Demi, can you say anything? How do you feel?"
Demi blinked a few times, staring at Dante's dripping hair and face. "I . . .I'm alright. . . . I think . . ." Demi said softly. His voice was more of a croak than anything, raspy and dry. His tongue lacked almost any moistness, and he tried to lick his dry lips. "I need a drink . . ."
Dante smiled warmly, which caused a rather surprised look to cross Demi's face. This smile was something that Demi had never thought he'd see on Dante. Dante put his hand to him mouth and bit one of the fingers of his glove. He jerked the glove off and held it over Demi's face. With his other hand, he tapped Demi's mouth to try and get him to open it. Demi let his mouth drop open some. Dante wringed his wet glove, letting the water trickle into Demi's mouth.
It took an hour or so, but Demi was finally able to sit up properly. Dante was walking about the rooftop looking out at the now dark little island. He could see the ruined village that they had passed through earlier that day, along with the now shadowed forest that they had went through before that. Beyond the forest at the edge of the black ocean was the small, village of Schala's. Dante imagined that it was probably the only illuminated place on the entire island other than the dim azure light that shone from the holy water below the grating on the roof he stood on. Beyond the village Dante stared out into the ocean, a small feeling of pity crawling in his stomach. He felt guilty as hell now for letting the infestants take over the ship and killing everyone. He just knew he could have prevented so much damage . . . . .
Dante turned away from the scenery as he heard Demi call his name. Demi was doing a handstand, holding tightly to the grating he stood over. Dante knew he was trying to show that he felt better now, so Dante just smiled and gave a laugh as he watched Demi try to cut a flip, landing ungracefully on his butt.
Demi rubbed his red face as he hopped up. He decided to try and get some conversation going, before anyone could say anything about his little mess up.
So, what are we going to do now?" He asked, rubbing his rump.
Dante smirked and rested an arm behind his head, anchoring his hand around part of his neck. He thought for a moment about what he wanted to do next.
"I guess we should look for the relic." Dante suggested. He'd come for the Arul Light, so they might as well continue with that.
"But we don't have a clue where it is." Schala explained, examining her spear point.
Dante paced around, looking at the ground. "Look, this cathedral is in a circular shape, right? So that means we should be able to get to the other side, right?"
Schala thought about this. All of the rooms they'd been through had been semi circular shaped. She nodded and watched Dante pace. "But how do we get over there?"
"Well, I wouldn't imagine that there would be only one entrance to the roof. There's probably an entrance from the other side of the church, right?"
Dante nodded and continued pacing. He listened to his steps carefully, trying to find the hollow sound of a trap door. Sure enough, he stopped and smirked as he neared one of the pillars and turned back to the others. "Didn't take long, now did it?"
Demi and Schala trotted over as Dante retched open the rusty-hinged door. Below was a ladder, leading down to a gray tile floor. Dante motioned for the others to follow as he began down the ladder.
After all three were situated at the bottom of the ladder, Dante focused his eyes in the dim room. There were a few boarded up windows along the left wall, letting small beams of blue holy water light through. There were two door stretched down the right side of the hall, but other than that, the hall seemed empty.
As Dante examined the silent corridor, he snapped his head back as he heard a loud thud. He saw Demi sitting on the ground, breathing heavily.
"What happened?" Dante asked as Schala bent down to aid the boy. Schala shook her head.
"I don't know, he just kind of collapsed." She explained, a worried tone in her voice.
Dante stooped over the Demi's body, and Demi stared up at him weakly, his icy eyes glinting through the darkness. He moved around a little as his breathing regulated.
"I'm alright. . .Just a bit tired, I guess." He shook his head gently. "I don't know if I can go on right now."
Dante looked over at Schala, as though to ask if she recommended that they rest. Schala looked back at him and shrugged.
"We can hide in one of these rooms, I guess." Schala suggested, pointing at the doors.
Dante considered this for a moment, then nodded his approval. He helped Demi up carefully and lent his shoulder to Demi. Demi took it warily and Dante headed for the closest door. He took hold of the knob and pushed, letting the door glide open with only a small squeal.
The room was a small room, holding nothing of sufficient value. There were some old, moldy, canvas bags in a corner, and some junk, namely an old lantern, a few brooms and some torn up magazines that were no longer legible. Dante smirked as he made out the figure of a woman on one of the magazine pages. He realized that this room must have been someone's hiding place to sit back and read some nudey magazines.
"That's probably not all they did. . ." Dante thought. What a room to find in a church.
Schala and Demi either hadn't noticed what the room was or didn't care, but Demi removed himself from Dante's arm and plopped down enthusiastically next to the canvas bags. Schala reluctantly joined him, kicking some of the magazines away and into a corner, a look of disgust across her face. At least she wasn't so ignorant of them.
Dante stretched and looked down upon the two. "Alright, you two get some rest. I'll be look out, kay?"
Both Demi and Schala nodded gladly, completely ready for a relaxing nights sleep after the days hardships. Dante smirked at Demi, knowing he deserved it.
An hour passed, and Dante felt rather bored just sitting there, waiting to hear something. He swiped up a dilapidated magazine and tried to examine the pictures in them. Grunting, he threw it away after only a few minutes of inspection. He yawned deeply, leaning back onto the pile of bags and looked over at his slumbering comrades.
Demi looked like a small, cute child, cuddled into a tight little ball. His body moved up and down with his gentle breathing and his hair laid helter skelter from the days events. Placed across his lips was a soft innocent smile.
Schala was closer to Dante, her body slouched against the wall next to the bags. Her hair was pulled over one shoulder and draped below her chest, which heaved lightly. Her right arm was laid in her lap, and the other on the floor by her side. Dante smiled as he stared at her fair face. He felt a feeling of happiness rush over him as he continued to look across her.
*******
Kaos laid half asleep by the stairwell. Thoughts ran through his mind wildly until they fell onto one of him, sitting in a darkened alley during the middle of the night. He let his mind rest there, to replay his fragile past.
"Here, we got you something to eat." One man said.
"I'm not hungry, go away. . ." Kaos said, his ghostly pale face cushioned in his knees.
"But she's fresh!"
"I don't care. . ." Kaos said, rotating so that he wouldn't have to see the men. He looked from the corner of his eyes at the ground to his side to see three sets of feet. One of the three wore tattered old leather boots, one wore a pair of old skateboarder type shoes and the last wore a pair of small, black and white tennis shoes. Kaos turned his attention back to the brick wall, closing his eyes. "Just leave me alone. . ."
There was a soft yelp of pain and the two with the boots and the tennis shoes came closer. It was obvious that one was dragging the other closer. The one in the shoes dropped to their knees hard. "Just look at 'er!" The booted one demanded. With a heavy sigh, Kaos turned his head weakly and peered upward.
First, Kaos's eyes fell on the tall, dark man that stood in front of him, then he looked to the man's side. His eyes widened as he caught sight of the beautiful youth. Being held by the tall man was a slender woman with dark auburn hair, her height not quite recognizable, because she was being forced to knell to the ground. Kaos only stared into her luminous, turquoise eyes. She gazed down at him, a look of alarm filled her face, but she didn't truly seem to terrified, as Kaos thought she should.
He turned away after several moments, waving his hand at the man feebly. "I already said I'm not hungry. Let her go."
The man pushed the woman to his friend, who was standing a few feet behind them. He snatched her, and held her firmly, sniggering menacingly. Kaos heard the woman struggle a little heard her growl sharply 'stop'. He heard her captor let out a small hiss of pain, which made a thin smile cross Kaos's lips.
The one in front of Kaos ignored his friend and bent down next to Kaos. "I know you haven't eaten in a while. You're gonna die soon if you don't do something about it."
"I am doing something about it. . .Dieing. . ." Kaos grunted calmly.
The man looked down at him, a disgusted look on his face. "Well, if you won't take her, we'll be happy to." The man turned and walked back to the woman.
Kaos watched only for a second before he jolted up, charging at the man. He struck him across the back of the head with his fists, causing the man to collide sharply with the brick wall. There was a loud crunch and the man collapsed to the ground, head and wall smeared with dark blood.
The other was astounded. He threw the girl to the ground and hissing, lunged out at Kaos. Kaos moved smoothly to the side and let his assailant glide past him. As he did, Kaos produced an energy dagger of sorts and waited for his enemy to turn. The man spun around, greeted painfully with an energy blade in the chest. Kaos moved back as his attacker fell to the ground, dissolving into ashes.
"Look out!" Kaos heard the girl yell, but as Kaos turned, he felt a swift and horrid pain tear into the side of his head. He fell to the ground, turning and looking up. Over him, the first man stood, blood trickling down his cracked head. In his hand was a steel pipe, bent considerably from the blow to Kaos's head.
"Bastard son of a bitch!!" The bloody man snarled. He hurled the pipe down at Kaos again, but hit nothing. In the time it took for the man to swing the pipe to the ground, Kaos had already circled behind him and had another magiced spike, ready to be presented into this ones chest as well. He stabbed from behind, then let the man fall forward, shrieking in pain before turning to ash.
For a few moments, all was silent and it seemed that Kaos's memory had ended. But, suddenly the woman moved. As she carefully drew closer, Kaos felt his limbs give out from under him and dropped to the ground. Just as he did, the girl swept over to him and knelt down, putting his head into her lap.
Kaos looked up at her weakly. "What are you doing?" He closed his eyes and let his head fall to the side. "Go on, run away."
The girl put her hand down her t-shirt and revealed a large pendent on the end of a chain. "Why should I run? You don't scare me."
"I'm one of them, right?"
"No you're not. I can sense it. You're different." She proceeded to remove the necklace.
Kaos didn't understand. This was a normal human girl, her scent told him that. How could she know that he wasn't a full blood?
"Just go. . . Let me die . . ." Kaos urged.
"And why would I do that?" The girl asked as she turned the pendent and opened it.
"I want to die . . .there's nothing here for me, so just let me die . . ."
"I felt like that too . . .just until a few minutes ago . . ." The girl explained sorrowfully.
Kaos opened his eyes and peered up at the girl. She was now extracting something from the pendent; something deep red and in a crystalline form. She bent closer to Kaos and brought the crystal to his lips. She pressed it down softly.
"Swallow this." She ordered.
Not feeling that he had a choice, Kaos parted his lips and let the tiny crystal fall into his mouth. The taste of blood filled his mouth as he swallowed.
The woman brushed her hand kindly through Kaos's dark, messy hair as he closed his eyes to rest.
Kaos's eyes snapped open, ending his dreamlike memory. He hopped up from the cool floor and looked around down the hall. Shaking the sleep from his body, he strode down the corridor, slowly passing the first door he came to.
"Why should I keep thinking about the past? It's over, and it ended well. Maybe I just want something good to think about . . ." Kaos thought randomly. He stopped as he neared the second door in the hall.
He stood about fifteen, twenty feet from the door when a familiar scent wafted through his senses. His eyes widened as he realized what the scent was.
"Dante?" He whispered, backing up a few steps. He remembered Dante's scent from back at the wolf village. This was no mistake, he was there.
"What's he doing in a storeroom?" Kaos thought to himself. He proceeded a few forward, now only about ten feet from the doorway.
His hearing caught the sound of shuffling from inside of the room and he froze, now only about eight feet from the door. He breathed quickly and softly as he heard footsteps coming to the door. Part of him wanted it to be Dante, so that he could meet the legendary warrior again, and maybe do battle with him. Another part of him told him to run, get away form the room as quickly as possible. Never the less, he planted his heels into the floor, not planning on going anywhere.
Kaos's heart leapt when the door crept open, he watched, his stomach feeling cold and as if it were full of lead, as the snowy haired demon hunter emerged form the room. Kaos felt a sudden rush of excitement and fear all mixed into one swift emotion plunge over his body. All he could do to show his feeling was give a half grin, fangs gleaming in the darkness. He watched the red and black clad hunter quietly shut the door behind him and face him, a smirk of his own fixed on his face.
Kaos kept an eye on Dante, who stuffed his hands into his coat pockets. Kaos noted this move as a possible threat to him later.
Kaos's mouth felt dry, but he opened it to speak. "What are you doing here?" Kaos asked stupidly. Yeah, now he felt like an idiot for asking something like that.
Dante shrugged. "Don't know, what're YOU doing here?" He said sarcastically, still smirking. Kaos felt the urge to tear his mouth off, so Dante could smirk anymore. It just made him uneasy for some reason.
"Guy's too damn cocky. I'M not even that cocky, am I?" Kaos thought. He shook off the thought and continued to stare at Dante. "What do you want?" He asked, now wondering why Dante had bothered to confront him.
"Nothing really." Dante said innocently. "I mean, what do you think you're doing, coming down this hall? You should have known I was down here."
"I did know, but I don't see any reason to run from a weakling like you." Kaos boasted. He kind of hoped Dante wouldn't want to fight him, so late at night, but also hoped he would.
Dante scoffed at Kaos's remark. "Strong words from a blood sucking, murdering freak."
Kaos's grin faded some as he clenched his teeth. He glared at Dante. "You wanna take this outside?" Kaos asked, somewhat sarcastically. He was trying hard to conceal his anger at being called such names. He watched carefully as Dante took an empty hand from his pocket and motioned to the ladder down the hall.
"Yeah, let's take it outside then." Dante said mockingly. He then turned and headed to the ladder, taking one step onto the first rung. He looked back at Kaos, who was smirking, slowly trekking toward him.
Kaos emerged after Dante, taking a face full of the cool nights breeze. He watched Dante move a few feet away, giving Kaos some foot room as Kaos clamped the trapdoor down.
Kaos stood up and glared at Dante, who was now pulling his sword. "Just so you know," Kaos began. "I'm not the murdering freak you think I am."
Dante scoffed at this, making Kaos cock his head to one side. "That's utter bullshit and you know it. . ."
"What do you mean? You don't-"
Dante narrowed his eyes at Kaos. "I saw what you did in that village . . ." Dante growled, pointing his sword into the direction of the ruined village he and the others had passed through earlier that day. "You killed all of those people."
Kaos made a small, disbelieving sound. "You think I did that?! I know what you're talking about, and it wasn't me!" Kaos defended. "It was-"
"Hah! Don't try to lie to me. Who else would kill so many innocent people other than a murdering, blood sucking--"
"IT WASN"T ME!!" Kaos roared, his hair fluffing with anger in the gentle wind that seemed to contradict his mood. He growled furiously, creating a magiced sword of deep red light.
"YOU'LL DIE HERE FOR YOUR FALSITUDE, SON OF SPARDA!!"
And I leave everyone with that little. . .cliffhanger, because I know how much you all hate them. MWAHAHAHAHAH!!! (Cough, cough) Anyways, If I see more than. . .oh, three reviews (Last chapter only got one. . .) before the holiday, (Friday's last day of school) I'll make the next chapter long, and full of good action, because I'll have all holiday to think it up and prepare it. Merry Christmas and Happy New Years, guys!!! ^________^
A few quick authors note. . .
Kiko, you got that frickin' song stuck in my head so badly that I don't think it's ever going to get out of there. Not that 'Bring Me Back to Life' is bad, I like it.
Chasm: When will you update? I really do want to read it!
Busta: Um, que pasa?
Okay, I really can't say much else to you guys, except maybe hi, but never mind that and I'll go on with this damn thing. . .
Chapter 17 Kaos
Demi could hear someone calling his name. He tried moving, but could only muster the strength to move his arms a few inches. He opened his eyes to see only a slit of darkening orange light and two darkening figures in front of him. As he came to completely, he recognized the figures to be Dante and Schala. Both wore relieved faces, and Dante looked rather worn out. Demi could finally move a bit more and he screwed up his face and yawned, feeling horribly tired and cold. He stretched longly, but stopped as he noticed where he was.
The sun was barely visible on the horizon and the stars were now coming out. He was on the roof of the cathedral, but couldn't remember getting there at all. He couldn't remember anything past when Dante had picked him up after he had gotten him out of the lake. As Demi let his eyes wander around, he looked up at Dante's upside down face, hovering over his own. It took him a few moments before he noticed that he was lying in Dante's lap.
Dante opened his mouth thinly, not sure if Demi was all right or not. "Demi, can you say anything? How do you feel?"
Demi blinked a few times, staring at Dante's dripping hair and face. "I . . .I'm alright. . . . I think . . ." Demi said softly. His voice was more of a croak than anything, raspy and dry. His tongue lacked almost any moistness, and he tried to lick his dry lips. "I need a drink . . ."
Dante smiled warmly, which caused a rather surprised look to cross Demi's face. This smile was something that Demi had never thought he'd see on Dante. Dante put his hand to him mouth and bit one of the fingers of his glove. He jerked the glove off and held it over Demi's face. With his other hand, he tapped Demi's mouth to try and get him to open it. Demi let his mouth drop open some. Dante wringed his wet glove, letting the water trickle into Demi's mouth.
It took an hour or so, but Demi was finally able to sit up properly. Dante was walking about the rooftop looking out at the now dark little island. He could see the ruined village that they had passed through earlier that day, along with the now shadowed forest that they had went through before that. Beyond the forest at the edge of the black ocean was the small, village of Schala's. Dante imagined that it was probably the only illuminated place on the entire island other than the dim azure light that shone from the holy water below the grating on the roof he stood on. Beyond the village Dante stared out into the ocean, a small feeling of pity crawling in his stomach. He felt guilty as hell now for letting the infestants take over the ship and killing everyone. He just knew he could have prevented so much damage . . . . .
Dante turned away from the scenery as he heard Demi call his name. Demi was doing a handstand, holding tightly to the grating he stood over. Dante knew he was trying to show that he felt better now, so Dante just smiled and gave a laugh as he watched Demi try to cut a flip, landing ungracefully on his butt.
Demi rubbed his red face as he hopped up. He decided to try and get some conversation going, before anyone could say anything about his little mess up.
So, what are we going to do now?" He asked, rubbing his rump.
Dante smirked and rested an arm behind his head, anchoring his hand around part of his neck. He thought for a moment about what he wanted to do next.
"I guess we should look for the relic." Dante suggested. He'd come for the Arul Light, so they might as well continue with that.
"But we don't have a clue where it is." Schala explained, examining her spear point.
Dante paced around, looking at the ground. "Look, this cathedral is in a circular shape, right? So that means we should be able to get to the other side, right?"
Schala thought about this. All of the rooms they'd been through had been semi circular shaped. She nodded and watched Dante pace. "But how do we get over there?"
"Well, I wouldn't imagine that there would be only one entrance to the roof. There's probably an entrance from the other side of the church, right?"
Dante nodded and continued pacing. He listened to his steps carefully, trying to find the hollow sound of a trap door. Sure enough, he stopped and smirked as he neared one of the pillars and turned back to the others. "Didn't take long, now did it?"
Demi and Schala trotted over as Dante retched open the rusty-hinged door. Below was a ladder, leading down to a gray tile floor. Dante motioned for the others to follow as he began down the ladder.
After all three were situated at the bottom of the ladder, Dante focused his eyes in the dim room. There were a few boarded up windows along the left wall, letting small beams of blue holy water light through. There were two door stretched down the right side of the hall, but other than that, the hall seemed empty.
As Dante examined the silent corridor, he snapped his head back as he heard a loud thud. He saw Demi sitting on the ground, breathing heavily.
"What happened?" Dante asked as Schala bent down to aid the boy. Schala shook her head.
"I don't know, he just kind of collapsed." She explained, a worried tone in her voice.
Dante stooped over the Demi's body, and Demi stared up at him weakly, his icy eyes glinting through the darkness. He moved around a little as his breathing regulated.
"I'm alright. . .Just a bit tired, I guess." He shook his head gently. "I don't know if I can go on right now."
Dante looked over at Schala, as though to ask if she recommended that they rest. Schala looked back at him and shrugged.
"We can hide in one of these rooms, I guess." Schala suggested, pointing at the doors.
Dante considered this for a moment, then nodded his approval. He helped Demi up carefully and lent his shoulder to Demi. Demi took it warily and Dante headed for the closest door. He took hold of the knob and pushed, letting the door glide open with only a small squeal.
The room was a small room, holding nothing of sufficient value. There were some old, moldy, canvas bags in a corner, and some junk, namely an old lantern, a few brooms and some torn up magazines that were no longer legible. Dante smirked as he made out the figure of a woman on one of the magazine pages. He realized that this room must have been someone's hiding place to sit back and read some nudey magazines.
"That's probably not all they did. . ." Dante thought. What a room to find in a church.
Schala and Demi either hadn't noticed what the room was or didn't care, but Demi removed himself from Dante's arm and plopped down enthusiastically next to the canvas bags. Schala reluctantly joined him, kicking some of the magazines away and into a corner, a look of disgust across her face. At least she wasn't so ignorant of them.
Dante stretched and looked down upon the two. "Alright, you two get some rest. I'll be look out, kay?"
Both Demi and Schala nodded gladly, completely ready for a relaxing nights sleep after the days hardships. Dante smirked at Demi, knowing he deserved it.
An hour passed, and Dante felt rather bored just sitting there, waiting to hear something. He swiped up a dilapidated magazine and tried to examine the pictures in them. Grunting, he threw it away after only a few minutes of inspection. He yawned deeply, leaning back onto the pile of bags and looked over at his slumbering comrades.
Demi looked like a small, cute child, cuddled into a tight little ball. His body moved up and down with his gentle breathing and his hair laid helter skelter from the days events. Placed across his lips was a soft innocent smile.
Schala was closer to Dante, her body slouched against the wall next to the bags. Her hair was pulled over one shoulder and draped below her chest, which heaved lightly. Her right arm was laid in her lap, and the other on the floor by her side. Dante smiled as he stared at her fair face. He felt a feeling of happiness rush over him as he continued to look across her.
*******
Kaos laid half asleep by the stairwell. Thoughts ran through his mind wildly until they fell onto one of him, sitting in a darkened alley during the middle of the night. He let his mind rest there, to replay his fragile past.
"Here, we got you something to eat." One man said.
"I'm not hungry, go away. . ." Kaos said, his ghostly pale face cushioned in his knees.
"But she's fresh!"
"I don't care. . ." Kaos said, rotating so that he wouldn't have to see the men. He looked from the corner of his eyes at the ground to his side to see three sets of feet. One of the three wore tattered old leather boots, one wore a pair of old skateboarder type shoes and the last wore a pair of small, black and white tennis shoes. Kaos turned his attention back to the brick wall, closing his eyes. "Just leave me alone. . ."
There was a soft yelp of pain and the two with the boots and the tennis shoes came closer. It was obvious that one was dragging the other closer. The one in the shoes dropped to their knees hard. "Just look at 'er!" The booted one demanded. With a heavy sigh, Kaos turned his head weakly and peered upward.
First, Kaos's eyes fell on the tall, dark man that stood in front of him, then he looked to the man's side. His eyes widened as he caught sight of the beautiful youth. Being held by the tall man was a slender woman with dark auburn hair, her height not quite recognizable, because she was being forced to knell to the ground. Kaos only stared into her luminous, turquoise eyes. She gazed down at him, a look of alarm filled her face, but she didn't truly seem to terrified, as Kaos thought she should.
He turned away after several moments, waving his hand at the man feebly. "I already said I'm not hungry. Let her go."
The man pushed the woman to his friend, who was standing a few feet behind them. He snatched her, and held her firmly, sniggering menacingly. Kaos heard the woman struggle a little heard her growl sharply 'stop'. He heard her captor let out a small hiss of pain, which made a thin smile cross Kaos's lips.
The one in front of Kaos ignored his friend and bent down next to Kaos. "I know you haven't eaten in a while. You're gonna die soon if you don't do something about it."
"I am doing something about it. . .Dieing. . ." Kaos grunted calmly.
The man looked down at him, a disgusted look on his face. "Well, if you won't take her, we'll be happy to." The man turned and walked back to the woman.
Kaos watched only for a second before he jolted up, charging at the man. He struck him across the back of the head with his fists, causing the man to collide sharply with the brick wall. There was a loud crunch and the man collapsed to the ground, head and wall smeared with dark blood.
The other was astounded. He threw the girl to the ground and hissing, lunged out at Kaos. Kaos moved smoothly to the side and let his assailant glide past him. As he did, Kaos produced an energy dagger of sorts and waited for his enemy to turn. The man spun around, greeted painfully with an energy blade in the chest. Kaos moved back as his attacker fell to the ground, dissolving into ashes.
"Look out!" Kaos heard the girl yell, but as Kaos turned, he felt a swift and horrid pain tear into the side of his head. He fell to the ground, turning and looking up. Over him, the first man stood, blood trickling down his cracked head. In his hand was a steel pipe, bent considerably from the blow to Kaos's head.
"Bastard son of a bitch!!" The bloody man snarled. He hurled the pipe down at Kaos again, but hit nothing. In the time it took for the man to swing the pipe to the ground, Kaos had already circled behind him and had another magiced spike, ready to be presented into this ones chest as well. He stabbed from behind, then let the man fall forward, shrieking in pain before turning to ash.
For a few moments, all was silent and it seemed that Kaos's memory had ended. But, suddenly the woman moved. As she carefully drew closer, Kaos felt his limbs give out from under him and dropped to the ground. Just as he did, the girl swept over to him and knelt down, putting his head into her lap.
Kaos looked up at her weakly. "What are you doing?" He closed his eyes and let his head fall to the side. "Go on, run away."
The girl put her hand down her t-shirt and revealed a large pendent on the end of a chain. "Why should I run? You don't scare me."
"I'm one of them, right?"
"No you're not. I can sense it. You're different." She proceeded to remove the necklace.
Kaos didn't understand. This was a normal human girl, her scent told him that. How could she know that he wasn't a full blood?
"Just go. . . Let me die . . ." Kaos urged.
"And why would I do that?" The girl asked as she turned the pendent and opened it.
"I want to die . . .there's nothing here for me, so just let me die . . ."
"I felt like that too . . .just until a few minutes ago . . ." The girl explained sorrowfully.
Kaos opened his eyes and peered up at the girl. She was now extracting something from the pendent; something deep red and in a crystalline form. She bent closer to Kaos and brought the crystal to his lips. She pressed it down softly.
"Swallow this." She ordered.
Not feeling that he had a choice, Kaos parted his lips and let the tiny crystal fall into his mouth. The taste of blood filled his mouth as he swallowed.
The woman brushed her hand kindly through Kaos's dark, messy hair as he closed his eyes to rest.
Kaos's eyes snapped open, ending his dreamlike memory. He hopped up from the cool floor and looked around down the hall. Shaking the sleep from his body, he strode down the corridor, slowly passing the first door he came to.
"Why should I keep thinking about the past? It's over, and it ended well. Maybe I just want something good to think about . . ." Kaos thought randomly. He stopped as he neared the second door in the hall.
He stood about fifteen, twenty feet from the door when a familiar scent wafted through his senses. His eyes widened as he realized what the scent was.
"Dante?" He whispered, backing up a few steps. He remembered Dante's scent from back at the wolf village. This was no mistake, he was there.
"What's he doing in a storeroom?" Kaos thought to himself. He proceeded a few forward, now only about ten feet from the doorway.
His hearing caught the sound of shuffling from inside of the room and he froze, now only about eight feet from the door. He breathed quickly and softly as he heard footsteps coming to the door. Part of him wanted it to be Dante, so that he could meet the legendary warrior again, and maybe do battle with him. Another part of him told him to run, get away form the room as quickly as possible. Never the less, he planted his heels into the floor, not planning on going anywhere.
Kaos's heart leapt when the door crept open, he watched, his stomach feeling cold and as if it were full of lead, as the snowy haired demon hunter emerged form the room. Kaos felt a sudden rush of excitement and fear all mixed into one swift emotion plunge over his body. All he could do to show his feeling was give a half grin, fangs gleaming in the darkness. He watched the red and black clad hunter quietly shut the door behind him and face him, a smirk of his own fixed on his face.
Kaos kept an eye on Dante, who stuffed his hands into his coat pockets. Kaos noted this move as a possible threat to him later.
Kaos's mouth felt dry, but he opened it to speak. "What are you doing here?" Kaos asked stupidly. Yeah, now he felt like an idiot for asking something like that.
Dante shrugged. "Don't know, what're YOU doing here?" He said sarcastically, still smirking. Kaos felt the urge to tear his mouth off, so Dante could smirk anymore. It just made him uneasy for some reason.
"Guy's too damn cocky. I'M not even that cocky, am I?" Kaos thought. He shook off the thought and continued to stare at Dante. "What do you want?" He asked, now wondering why Dante had bothered to confront him.
"Nothing really." Dante said innocently. "I mean, what do you think you're doing, coming down this hall? You should have known I was down here."
"I did know, but I don't see any reason to run from a weakling like you." Kaos boasted. He kind of hoped Dante wouldn't want to fight him, so late at night, but also hoped he would.
Dante scoffed at Kaos's remark. "Strong words from a blood sucking, murdering freak."
Kaos's grin faded some as he clenched his teeth. He glared at Dante. "You wanna take this outside?" Kaos asked, somewhat sarcastically. He was trying hard to conceal his anger at being called such names. He watched carefully as Dante took an empty hand from his pocket and motioned to the ladder down the hall.
"Yeah, let's take it outside then." Dante said mockingly. He then turned and headed to the ladder, taking one step onto the first rung. He looked back at Kaos, who was smirking, slowly trekking toward him.
Kaos emerged after Dante, taking a face full of the cool nights breeze. He watched Dante move a few feet away, giving Kaos some foot room as Kaos clamped the trapdoor down.
Kaos stood up and glared at Dante, who was now pulling his sword. "Just so you know," Kaos began. "I'm not the murdering freak you think I am."
Dante scoffed at this, making Kaos cock his head to one side. "That's utter bullshit and you know it. . ."
"What do you mean? You don't-"
Dante narrowed his eyes at Kaos. "I saw what you did in that village . . ." Dante growled, pointing his sword into the direction of the ruined village he and the others had passed through earlier that day. "You killed all of those people."
Kaos made a small, disbelieving sound. "You think I did that?! I know what you're talking about, and it wasn't me!" Kaos defended. "It was-"
"Hah! Don't try to lie to me. Who else would kill so many innocent people other than a murdering, blood sucking--"
"IT WASN"T ME!!" Kaos roared, his hair fluffing with anger in the gentle wind that seemed to contradict his mood. He growled furiously, creating a magiced sword of deep red light.
"YOU'LL DIE HERE FOR YOUR FALSITUDE, SON OF SPARDA!!"
And I leave everyone with that little. . .cliffhanger, because I know how much you all hate them. MWAHAHAHAHAH!!! (Cough, cough) Anyways, If I see more than. . .oh, three reviews (Last chapter only got one. . .) before the holiday, (Friday's last day of school) I'll make the next chapter long, and full of good action, because I'll have all holiday to think it up and prepare it. Merry Christmas and Happy New Years, guys!!! ^________^