Foreword: I am back again. I am bored. BloodRayne is feeding off of glorious zombies (haha). I got a harpoon. Need I say more? The Hellsing fanfiction section is crapping out ;-;. So, here I am, December 29, and its 10pm....0o WHY IS IT SO EARLY?! OH, YEAH! No Trish in here because I hate her for impaling Dante, THROWING a bike at Dante and dragging him out to the island of "impending doom" and so forth...I hate her and I despise those DantexTrish fanfics!!! cough Oedipus Complex! cough That's for you, flyinpiggy18, because, yes the recarinated mother-thing is interely creepy.
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Thirty minutes later, Erin was looking up at the heads plastered on the wall. Meanwhile, Dante was rummaging in the back of the building looking for more bullets for his shotgun. Dante squinted at the thought of how many demons were in control of Erin's home. He hadn't got most of the detail out of her just yet. Neither had he delt with another demon into a human body. If he remembered correctly, demons would vow to keep inside the body until they died.
He contemplated how to approach such manner as he gathered his weapons together. Either way, he wasn't going to waist time hear much longer and head out to where Erin came from. "It has to be at least a weak demon if it's using a body for personification. It can't form a real body in this realm. I has to be weak." He kept thinking. But then again, he heard of priests exorcising demons for months and nearly dying.
"No, maybe there doing it wrong." He thought. But he couldn't help but think of something when he passed by the poster hanging on the wall. As he placed on his dark brown leather jacket, Dante brushed his hair out his eyes and looked at the poster.
"THE EXROCIST".
He scoffed for a moment.
"What a lovely day for an exorcism." He repeated Linda Blair's quote.
Walking back into the main room, he found Erin gawking at the heads.
"Are they real?" She asked.
"Yeah," Dante began to explain how, but decieded the details may be traumatising.
"Wow," Erin murmured. Erin turned away and walked across the room looking around.
"Uhh...you can look around at the video store if you want," He said watching her walk around.
Erin paused for a moment. She thought about it for a moment and turned to him. "Oh, where is it at?"
"Just two blocks from here," He said. "Your welcome to leave your backpack here. Looks heavy."
"Okay," Erin placed her backpack under the heads to remind herself where she put them.
"But before you go," He added quickly. "Can you tell me how those demons got into your house?"
Erin stood at the farthest end with a blank look.
"I dunno really," She stated monotone. Her mind was numb from the experience and began to sank in her after awhile. "My brother and me were messing around with a Oujia board one day. But after words he acted funny. He started yelling at my parents and saying really dirty things to my mother. But after a while, they took him to a bunch of doctors to figure out what was wrong."
"They didn't find anything though," Dante added he already knew the conclusion.
"No," Erin walked further to him and stopped at two feet. Her eyes were unflinching but a twinge of horror lingered on her face. "There were strange noises, then voices in the dark, and my brother started talking a weird language. I think it was German...but then it was Gaelic (I know, my grandmother speaks Gaelic). Then I woke up one day with my parents gone. My brother through me across the room and he is only nine years old. So I took a hundred dollar bill Gramma gave me and tried to come here for help. So yeah..."
"Oh, I get it now," Dante shifted his weight to his left side. "Your brother opened a portal from another dimension. So, now they occupy your house and your brother. He may even be the source of it too."
"Can you get rid of them?" Erin piped up hopefully.
"Of course I can," Dante said arrogantly. "I'll drive the bastards back into that hole where they came from."
Erin felt a wave of graditiude. Her face broke out in a first true smile that Dante had seen.
"Ok, so don't worry about it, ok?" He reassured her again. "Go out and chill for change." He walked passed her and patted her left shoulder,
:"Okay," Erin repeated. She walked to the door, swung it open and disapeared. Hell, it would keep her less nervous he thought to himself.
Keeping to himself, Dante prepared a large barrage of guns and his best sword, Sparda ready at hand.
And hour or so later, Dante was still waiting for Erin to return. He managed to keep everyone in a five block radius from even approaching the building by blasting Slayer through the walls.
Erin came through the door with the music off. Dante walked out from the backroom to see Erin at the door.
"Oh, was there intresting there?"
"Not really," Erin returned to her backpack. Returning to a couch next to a very old television set that hardly work, Dante pulled his beer bottle resting next to a small table. Pulling the bottle to his lips he watched Erin look around some more.
"Oh, who is this pretty lady?" Erin was looking at an old photo on the desk,
"That is my mother," Dante sipped the beer. "I guess it's suitable I put her there. She probably would be disappointed how clean this place is..." He trailed off thinking of his mother.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Erin walked over near by and sat down.
"For what?" He smirked
"I didn't mean to make you miss your mom..." Erin placed her hands on her thighs,
"Not to worry," He drank his beer again. "My mother is always here anyway, just by her picture. Jez, this place is a mess, I probably should clean up for you at least." He got up, picking up random bottles and boxes from aside the chair.
"You play drums?" She glanced at the drums. Dante through the trash into a small cylinder trashcan and came back over to his drum set.
"Eh, when I get the chance," Dante waved his hand walking away. Erin waited as he eagerly strolled over to a set of drums. Dante took two of beaten drumsticks tapped them lightly. "Their old anyway, I'll probably replace them."
"Uh," She began. Dante shifted his attention back to Erin. "W-when are we leaving?" Dante began to drum vigorously before answering her question. Perhaps Erin spoke too softly to get his attention. But Dante ended his small drumming session with tapping the cymbals. Erin had to admit he seemed pretty good with the drums.
"Oh, yeah," He paused. "Sooner the better. Where'd you say you live, kid?"
Erin blinked and looked to the floor. "Uh...I live in Denver."
"Denver?" Dante inquired amazingly. "How did you get here?"
"I took a Greyhound bus," Erin stated simply. "It was around fifty dollars to here from Denver. I came here for any seminary for an exorcism...but, yeah."
Dante walked away from the drums and came back over to the small chair.
"Ah, I forgot about sleeping arrangements," He muttered.
Erin nearly forgot about it too. She scanned the messy floor, looked at the many demonic heads on the walls and thought for a moment where and how did this guy sleep. Dante pulled away from the beer bottle. "My apartment is actually clean unlike here," he stated "I'll live if I sleep on the couch."
Erin let out a small giggle. Apparently she was filling a lot more comfortable outside her home and in this dire time.
But whatever small comforts she had received, it made Dante feel less guilty about her situation.
"Eh, its getting late...for you, anyway," He glanced at the clock in the demon's mouth on the wall. Erin looked too and noticed it was only 11 PM. Erin frowned. Dante was heading towards the door by the time Erin looked up and she followed as well too.
He took his wallet from the desk and placed it in his jean pocket. Before leaving, Dante returned to the back emerging with a large army green duffel bag on his right shoulder. Erin immeditally swung her backpack on her shoulder and followed Dante to the door. The lights were shut off and then-
"You should see this place at night," He pointed out.
"Oh, wow! Their eyes glow? How?"
"I have no idea." He said shutting the door. Dante strapped the duffel bag against him as he went down the steeps, followed by a very tired Erin.
In the backskirts beyond Dante's business building, stood a motorcycle and Erin suddenly paused.
"What? Never ridden one before?" He looked at Erin cowering away from the bike.
"Uh, no," She said quickly.
Dante was really avid.or not about helmets. He cared too deeply for his hair and if he did get into a crash, he'd assume he bail before he crash...An unlikely story when he was five with his brother, Vergil.
"Don't you have helmets?" Erin nervously looked up at Dante with fearful eyes as he mounted on his bike.
"I hate helmets," He explained. Dante didn't go further into detail to risk him being half demon. Before Erin had the chance to reply Dante immediately grabbed her and she found herself on the bike. "Alright," Dante said revving the motorcycle. "Hang on!" Erin grabbed a wad full of his leather jacket as he sped off into the night. Erin kept her eyes shut as she thought her stomach would be sick...
By the time Erin opened her eyes the bike was fully stopped. She fluttered and quickly whipped her sweaty hands on her shirt. Dante and Erin quickly got off the bike. "See, it wasn't that far," Dante pointed out as he turned to Erin. "You had nothing to worry about."
The climbed stairs (that weren't so big as she thought) up into a dark complex with a deathly silence. Dante quietly opened a door with keys not to far from the stair from the exit. Erin was still climbing up the stairs, tired. He held the door open for Erin as she slowly trudged in.
The apartment was shockingly clean. Even the floors had no loose paper or trash. It was a loft and quite spacious. But it still had its share of female posters. Erin stumbled and Dante crashed into her.
"Oh, sorry," Erin mumbled. Dante passed by her and patted her shoulder lightly. "Your probably tired," He said taking off his shoes on the couch. Dante wasted no time and immediately lay on the couch on his back. He made himself comfortable. Erin stood for a few seconds before timidly making her way towards the bed.
"Ah, don't worry about it," Dante waved his hand in a Captain Jack Sparrow fashion. "Its ok."
With that Erin sprawled herself on the soft little bed and fell asleep instantly...
Dante however secretly however took longer to sleep.
"Well, this has to be interesting."
Ok, that's all I can add for now.... ...Ummm, the usual reviews, reads, tips, what have you!