Chapter.5 Just one night

'Finally , I'm home,' Were the thoughts passing through Trish's head as she stood in front of her living quarters and business "Devil may Cry." But as she slowly walked inside, in shock at the condition of the place, the actually words that came out of her mouth were, "What in the hell happened here!?"

The entire main room where business was conducted and settled upon as well as their, Trish and Dante that is, lounging about was done, was a mess. It was as if a horde of demons ran through here and decided to have the Blockbuster party of the century. Paper was strewn everywhere. Various trophies Dante collected, and Trish added to, of various demon heads were laying on the floor instead of hanging up on the wall. One of the couches was overturned while the loveseat and the chair smoldered as a mass of charred material. The TV that sat in front of the couch laid on it's back in shambles.

Though Trish found all of this dishearteningly, there was only one thing on her mind now. 'Dante.' She knew that somehow someway, it was all his fault. Some demon came in acting all big and bad, tried to start something, and Dante didn't even have the common sense of taking the fight outside.

Walking further into the room, she felt her heart become more and more heavier. This was going to cost mad money. Money that they didn't have either. She was slowly tallying up the cost of each item found in disrepair or pieces and she quickly found herself becoming more angry at Dante. Since she was in charge of the finances, she knew who much money they had and this recent job she took didn't even pay off so they were even deeper in the hole now. With this little incident, Dante was doing more bad then good. She just could not understand how someone so adept at the arts of combat and fighting, as well as be intelligent in terms of battle scenarios could do something like this. It just made no sense.

Soon the anger reached a boiling point and Trish was ready to leave for a god while to blow off some steam but settle for a drink and a nice hot shower seeing as she hasn't bathed in a while. She was smelling kind of ripe. But it wasn't her fault. Hunting down demons in a basement that for some reason connected to some alternate dimension didn't allow her the time to bathe properly. If at all.

Trish sighed heavily, suddenly noticing the heavy weight on her back and decided to put down Dante's Sword before relaxing. She reached back and grabbed the large hilt to the legendary sword that Dante had acquired during his mission at Mollet Island long ago and placed the sword on the only non-broken piece of furniture in the whole room. The desk. She dropped it on the desk with a loud bang that seemed to echo around her and then started walking to the left side of the room where a door to the kitchen awaited to be opened.

With a quick open and slam shut, she walked to the refrigerator, opened it, and found the perfect drink to wash all her problems away. Pepsi. Seizing one of the blue cans, she popped open the top and guzzled down most of it without so much as a hint of brain freeze. Then again, she was demon. No matter how cold it was, it would be near impossible to get brain freeze. Of course Dante wasn't as fortunate.

Quickly, anger and agitation returned as she thought of Dante. She wondered how he was going to explain this one. Last time it was a group of demons he pissed off wanted to return the favor. They did too which led to their imminent demise. Of course Dante just had to wipe out the outer portion of the office. Spent 18,000 dollars repairing that one.

Then there was the time that a lone demon came in to the both of them. It just so happen that this lone demon was a ticking time bomb sent from a certain somebody that they have yet to find and hurt painfully. Back to the event, Dante, with his oh-so-manly touch, grabbed the damn thing and kicked it out the office. Of course it never made it out the office. Guess how much that one cost? 33,500 dollars for those repairs. That and there was this unusual noxious odor that stayed for two whole weeks.

It seemed that every time Dante was involved, it meant trouble for either her, himself or someone else unfortunate enough to cross his path. He was like a frigging black cat! Ten years of bad luck included! And yet as much as she couldn't stand the trouble he brought, she couldn't leave him. She wouldn't.

Putting the Pepsi down on the counter and leaning her head against the white refrigerator, she couldn't help but feel something other then a cold chill from the fridge. There was something in her heart. If she had one that is. She couldn't really tell what it was. She wasn't human at all and since she was created to be a mimicry of someone else, the feelings could be false. Just there to make her seem more real.

Suddenly in a violent outcry of anger, she lashed out against the poor defenseless Pepsi launching it clear across the kitchen. She watched the can hit the wall then fall to the ground with soda still fizzing out of it. She shut her eyes hard thinking about the stupidity she just displayed and decided to take that shower.

Walking to the side of the refrigerator where another door stood, she went through it to a hallway that connected the kitchen to the bedroom. But her destination was the bathroom that waited halfway down the hallway. She went in snapping on the light switch and then turned to the mirror.

Gazing into that endless reflection of herself, she couldn't for the life of her understand this burning that was raging in her chest. Was it love? If that, was it for a child or a lover? It aggravated her to no end! Why had Mundus made her like this?! If he only left out the emotions, or at least this feeling that threatened to consume her.

But…….it was there. And it was there to stay. Much like Dante himself. Odd how he finds himself into every conversation Trish has with herself. Which is not to say that she is going psycho…….maybe she is. Who knows, all she wants right now is that hot shower.

She carefully stripped off her clothes, which seemed to stick to her like a second skin now, and tossed then into the blue hamper beside her. Turning on the shower to hot, she waited for it to warm up, then jumped in taking in the luxurious sensation of water washing away every fiber of grime and dirt that burrowed it's way into her skin.

In fact she was having such a good time, she didn't even notice the slight fluctuations in the air. They were the tiniest of sparks in the air and they appeared randomly. But as soon as they started, they ceased. Then back in the main office room, the air soon started to glow with a unique power. It was a power that seemed to give everything a more devoid nature. More dark and bland.

The air in the room quickly turned stall and the sparks returned but only for a moment. Because soon after Trish appeared from the right door on the room and as she appeared, the room suddenly turned back to it's original vibrant colors. Trish, wearing a towel around her torso and upper legs and one wrapped around her hair, walked in and sat down on the only reasonably undamaged piece of furniture. Searching for the remote, it took her a good minute to realize that the TV was still a mere shadow of it's former glorious self. That and the remote was melded into the floor.

Yelling out in frustration, she threw herself on the couch with no regard for how she would land on it. Sad shame too, cuz if she had landed on it the proper way, she would have been able to brace herself for when it collapsed under her weight. Now finding herself amongst the rubble of the couch, she formally decided that she hated herself, Dante, and the entirety of the whole frigging planet.

And that's when she felt it. It startled her at first from how close it was to her. In fact, the cold dead feeling she sensed had a solid form that was standing above her holding it's hand out to help her.

"I see you are troubled miss…?" The unknown being spoke with such a sweet voice. It seemed to seep into her mind and stomach and turn them both upside down.

"T-Trish." Wonderful. She finds something that sounds like a god and she stumbles on her own name. Smooth. Real smooth.

Trish grabbed his hand and was instantly surprised at how quickly he pulled her up. It was so sudden and fast but it felt as if he was lifting her whole body up into the air. She felt lightheaded as she stood straight up close to this newcomer. She looked into the creatures eyes, admiring the enchanting hazel while getting the urge to run her fingers through his short straight deep black hair. But all of this quickly disappeared as her common sense returned. She jumped back from the ruins of the couch as soon as she felt that enormous dark power that emanated from this creature of the night. The power made her feel weak in the knees.

"Who the hell are you?" Trish snapped reaching back to the desk where the Legendary Sword Sparda rested.

The humanoid creature rose his hand up to wipe a few rebel strand of hair back and with a most polite gesture, he bowed and said in an accent that Trish couldn't recognize, "I am but a lowly denizen of the night, milady."

Trish grabbed the hilt of Sparda and asked once gain more menacing then before, "Who are you?" She felt greatly uncomfortable in the presence of this power. It seemed to overwhelm her and make her feel insignificant. There was no way this guy could have been some lowly creature.

The creature nodded and then said straightening up to look at her, "My name is Alucard. Alucard Alisimum."

"O.k. then. Second question. What are you?" Trish asked eager to know. Though she knew that name from somewhere.

The creature bowed again and said, "Sorry again for my rudeness. But I am what you would call a creature of the night." And with that he smiled

"What are you-" Trish saw the smile and also saw that twin pairs of fangs that shown brightly from his mouth. "A vampire?" She asked questioningly and surprised.

"Yes." The vampire answered.

She looked him up and down and did realize that he was a vampire. But he also looked very different. His skin was pale like moonlight and his frame was somewhat built. His eyes seemed to hum with the night's power and his face seemed craved out of marble. His clothes, pants, shirt, and cloak, all black, danced as if they were alive. So why did he seem out of place? She could now tell he was a vampire but something else was saying that he wasn't. Why?

Knocking her out of her thoughts, Alucard spoke with the voice that seemed to melt Trish's insides like butter, "Milady Trish. I have an urgent request for you and your partner. Dante, I think his name was?"

Trish shook her head again and not looking at him straight in the eyes, she said, "Dante's not here."

The vampire looked to the floor, "I see. That is a shame." looking back to Trish he asked, "Then would you be so kind as to accept this request?"

Trish, still holding onto the sword, asked, "What kind of job is it?"

Alucard's face suddenly turned solemn as he turned back to the floor. That face made Trish want to comfort him somehow but considering she didn't even know this vampire, the thought didn't last that long.

"I need you to kill my father."

At first Trish didn't know what to say, or think. One part of her was saying, why in the hell would he want to kill his father considering vampires for the most part sever all ties between them and their families. The other part of her was asking why would he need her help? This guy was a vampire for crying out loud! He easily had enough strength to kill him. Unless this was one of those sentimental vampires that couldn't let go of their humans ties. That just made this vampire all the more attractive. But still something didn't seem right about this and Trish aimed to find out what it was.

"Why would you need me to kill your father?" Trish asked suspiciously.

The vampire seemed a little startled by her question but replied, "I will tell you later. There is no need for you to know if you don't accept the request."

Trish hummed a tad, slightly annoyed that he wouldn't tell her before the mission. But that would usually mean that if he told her now, she wouldn't most likely accept. Why was that though? She decided to do a little more digging. Which meant next up, finances.

"How much would this job offer?"

The vampire grinned, revealing again those pairs of razor sharp fangs, and answered, "As much as you want. My fortune holds no bounds."

Well, that was tempting to say the least. But that also made all the little alarms in Trish's head go off like crazy. This was basically a bigass dilemma. On one hand, vampires most of the time always have a lot of money considering how long they have lived. This fact is increased with vampires that have lived longer lives. On another hand, the fact that he is offering as much as she wants could mean two things. One the job is that tough, or he just has money to blow. But on the last hand, why? Why all this just to kill a human?

Trish stared hard into marble like factual features of this powerful creature. She couldn't really tell what this thing felt if anything. She couldn't tell if the emotions he was playing were real or fake. She couldn't tell what he truly wanted. Well, it only made sense. This guy has obviously lived a few lifetimes. He has had all the time in the world to build up his poker face. But in all honesty there could be the chance that he is sincere. And all that money……..

Sensing a cold breeze blow in from the doorless entrance, she felt naked and unable to defend herself. They needed the money, and since Dante wasn't here, for who knows how long, she needed something to do. And they kinda needed the money.

But there is always the factor that this could be a trap set up by some half-ass demon how didn't have the guts to come after them and decided on hiring a half-decent vampire…………And yet the money continues to affect this decision.

"You got a deal." Hey, it's something to do in the her spare time.

Alucard smiled politely and spoke in that same honey filled manner as before, "Excellent." Turning to the door and walking briskly to it, he also cried out, "You might also want to bring some clothes. As well as put some on now. You'll catch your death of cold that way with no doors here."

Trish didn't understand what he meant by that at first, till she looked at herself and found that she had no towel on. Shrieking like a cat, she took off back to her room in order to get some clothes.

Alucard, smiled again and chuckled while stepping outside to the massive stretch lime in front. A man clad in black waited patiently by one of the many doors on the car. Trying to hide his distaste for the frightfully cold air, he stood as straight as a iron pole, waiting for the vampire to give him an order. He was after all one of Alucard's many servants. The tall vampire walked up to the elder servant and stood beside him waiting calmly for Trish to conduct her business.

Ten minutes later, Trish stood in front of Alucard with Sparda in her right hand, a suitcase in her left, and a most agitated look on her face.

Alucard smiled again, this time more in pleasure then politeness. Trish on the other hand was curious as to why he didn't say anything. And just as she was about to ask.

"I was merely admiring your youthful beauty." And with that Alucard disappeared into the night.

Standing there in a daze, Trish was shocked how he knew exactly what she was going to ask. Then it hit her. Most vampires are telepathic. Or can at least read surface images in the mind. Does that also mean that he heard everything she was debating about earlier? Hopefully, he wasn't angry about that half-decent vampire crack.

The servant looked at Trish fondly for only a moment then remembered his place. He opened the door for her and then asked for her things. She kindly said that she would rather keep them with her, he nodded and closed the door after she got in. Then rushing to the driver side of the limo, he jumped in and quietly turned the limo on and started driving.

Trish though found herself awkwardly alone. Since the vehicle was so long, it would be too much of a hassle to go up and talk to the driver. Instead, she placed Sparda on one of the cushions and her suitcase beside her. Dropping her head back against the black leather seats, she couldn't help now but think of Dante. One thing for sure, he was going to be pissed that she was gone again. She left a message saying what she was doing but it was a little vague. Basically, 'Hey, I'm gone on another mission, be back eventually.' It wasn't the best but she did what she could with what she had.

Still, turning her head to watch the now visible city lights pass by aimlessly, she couldn't help but get the odd sensation through her whole body that this was not going to end well. In fact, she felt again like an insignificant piece in a much larger design. And that was a feeling that she never wanted to feel again.

Moving around in the soft pillow-like seat, she kicked off her suitcase and curled up on the seat. This thing was damn comfortable! But even as comfortable as it was, it didn't quell that feeling in her heart. It felt like despair, love, and anxiety all mixed in together. Yet the question still remains. Were they her feelings?

"Damn, humans are so freaking complicated." She whispered as she fell asleep.

………..Odd ain't it? I'm curious how this one will turn out. I'm not one for stuff like this, the whole drama thing. I like to make a good battle scene. Like the fire thing. Hope you guys enjoyed that one. Maybe I'll have a friend who is good on the whole drama thing read this over. Till then, this is the rough draft. Maybe the next chapter will be a little more……sinister? Maybe.