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Chapter 10
Vergil hurried the boys into the pub, just in case anyone tried to ambush them. He came in last, shutting the door behind him. Dyne and Fayze looked around some, the smell of booze, food, and cigarette smoke quite strong in the air. There didn't seem to be too many people around, and only about ten tables. Five of the tables were filled, and Vergil ushered the two to one of the empty tables.
"Sit guys, and relax." Vergil persuaded. Dyne was obliged to do so, even though he felt a little irritable. However, Fayze was a bit hesitant about it. After a long sigh, he finally sat, slouching in his seat. "This is really an alright place Fayze. Just calm down."
"I am calm. . .I've just never been to a bar before." Fayze admitted.
"Well, it's more of a tavern. . .its got waiters and stuff. They just get a lot of business off the drinks too."
After a moment, a waiter came up. Dyne nearly laughed. Waiter? This guy looked more like a pirate than a waiter. He wore a skull cap over his head, and his face was in need of a quick shave. "Can I git you boys anything?" The waiter asked in a strong, dirty, British sounding accent. This guy had to be some kind of ex-pirate or something.
Vergil nodded. "Yeah, burgers and scotch, all around." This was fine by Dyne, but Fayze stared at Vergil.
"Um, Vergil. . .I'm underage." Fayze stated.
The waiter eyed the boy. "Are you plannin' te pay?"
"Well, of course."
"Then you ain't underage." Dyne and Vergil laughed lightly as the waiter left, leaving Fayze staring off at the man blankly.
"Hm. . .I don't know about this. . ." Fayze grumbled. "I've never drunken before. I mean, I've had table wine, but never any hard liquor."
"I won't give you much. Calm down." Vergil explained.
Fayze glared at him. "I AM calm. . .And don't treat me like a child."
"Easy, easy. . .jeez kid, don't bite my head off." Vergil groaned. "I think you could use the drink, maybe it'll mellow you out."
"Yeah." Dyne agreed, Fayze's glare now resting on Dyne. "Don't look at me like that; we're just stating the truth. Chill."
Fayze grumbled lightly, then started digging around in his jacket, which he had put on before they'd left the house. He retrieved a cig, and quickly began to smoke.
"Jeez man, you're gonna get cancer. . ." Dyne laughed.
"Oh, shut up. . ."
Finally, the waiter returned with a platter with three burgers. He also had with him a bottle of scotch and three small glasses, which he sat down for them. "I'll be back with the bill later." Then he left, and Vergil began to pass around the goods.
Famished, Dyne tore into his hamburger, taking giant, almost choking sized bites. Fayze ate his too, but at a much slower pace. Vergil just seemed to pick at his slowly, obviously not that hungry.
"Are you okay Verg? You really don't look too well." Dyne said between a mouthful of food.
Vergil rubbed his temples lightly. "I'm pretty tired. . .but I can't seem to sleep at all." He explained. "Nerves, I suppose."
"What do you have to be nervous about?" Fayze snapped. "You aren't the one being stalked by a bunch of religious nuts, if that's what they are."
"Temper, temper. Christ, you're getting worse than Dyne over there." Vergil laughed.
"Hey!" Dyne defended. "I've been pretty calm lately."
"This is true." Vergil began to pour out the glasses of scotch as he saw Dyne finish his burger. He first handed a glass to Fayze. "Here, drink it and mellow out."
Fayze stared at the glass. "You drink it first."
Vergil shrugged. "Fine then. Maybe I can get some sleep later." He quickly slammed to glass, much to Dyne's surprise. "There, satisfied?"
Dyne was already sipping lightly at his glass, watching Fayze glare at the drink. "It isn't going anywhere unless you drink it, man."
"Quiet. I'm going to drink it. . .just give me a moment here." He picked up the drink, and tried to slam it, just as Vergil had. Dyne saw his face turn to one of surprise, but he managed to get the drink down. He gasped afterward, coughing. "What the hell?!"
"Good stuff, eh?" Vergil chuckled. "I usually wouldn't admit the drinking of a minor, but in your case, I'll make an acceptation."
"That was just fucking awful!" Fayze coughed. His whole mouth burned like fire, as did his throat. He felt a little lightheaded as well.
Vergil held up the bottle. "What some more?"
Fayze nodded quickly, deciding that he would. He took this next glass much more slowly. Dyne was becoming somewhat bored, and began to look around the pub now. Near the door he could see a group of men and one woman, sitting around at their table, cursing and yelling at one another. As he continued looking around, his eyes found a table where two girls sat, chatting away with one another. They were rather nice looking, both wearing modern teen type clothing. Dyne tapped his hand on the table to alert Fayze and Vergil.
"Check out the chicks over there." He whispered. "You think they'd talk to me?"
"Possibly." Vergil admitted. "Go on if you want."
Dyne smirked. "Okay, you guys watch this. I'm gonna charm those two with my handsome looks." Vergil had to laugh. Sure, Dyne was good looking, but his attitude was far from charming.
Dyne smoothly walked up to the ladies table, smirking coolly. Both women saw him just as he reached the table.
"Morning ladies." Dyne greeted slyly. The girls stared at him for a moment, then to one another. Dyne could see a look of annoyance on their faces.
"Yeah. . .hi. Do you mind? We're kinda talking here. Could you go away, please?" One of the girls, a good looking blonde haired girl said, staring at Dyne almost in disgust.
"Er. . ." This surprised Dyne. He had certainly not expected THAT response from them. He hid his anger and surprise under a thin smile. "Alright. Sorry to have bothered you. . ." He turned around, and began back to his table, his smile changing to a pouty, upset look. He could see both Fayze and Vergil snickering back at his table.
"Go on, laugh it up. . .I know I looked pitiful. . ." Dyne grumbled as he sat back down.
Vergil laughed. "I'm so sorry. . .you certainly did look rather. . .miserable."
"Yes. . .quite. . ." Fayze laughed, somewhat tipsy now.
"Oh, like you could do better?" Dyne asked, glaring at the amused looking Fayze.
"Actually. . .yes. Watch me." Fayze stood up, not looking the least bit drunk. He slowly advanced toward the ladies, who didn't even see him coming.
"Good morning." Fayze greeted coolly as he came by their table. They both looked up at him, somewhat shocked that he had managed to get so close without them noticing. After a few moments, however their faces of surprise changed to a shy, almost cute smile.
"Um, hi there." One of them greeted back, blushing lightly. They looked to one another, then back to Fayze.
"Could I interest you ladies in a drink, perhaps?" Fayze asked in a suave, kind tone. The girls both smiled sheepishly, then nodded.
"Sure. . ." Fayze called the waiter over and asked for two drinks. He then smiled back to the girls. "Um, would you like to sit here with us?"
"Oh, it would be an honor." Fayze took a seat next to the women, and Dyne could only gawk at this sight in disbelief.
"How did he. . ." Dyne whispered. What did those two see in Fayze that they had not in Dyne? Irritated, he watched the three chatter excitedly, before Fayze finally stood from the table.
"I'm afraid I must take my leave. It was a pleasure speaking with you girls." Fayze said coolly, bowing slightly to the ladies.
"Oh, wait. . ." one began. "Could I, um. . .give you my number?"
"Yeah, me too!" the other piped in. Fayze smiled gently to them both.
"I suppose, if you like."
One of the girls began to dig through her purse before getting out a small notepad and pen. She scribbled something down quickly, then handed a piece of paper to Fayze. "There, that's both of our numbers."
Fayze took the paper, folded it, and put it away in his pocket. "I will certainly try to call you. Thank you." He then turned from the girls, heading back to the table where Vergil and Dyne sat. He took a quick look back at the ladies table, to see that they were both getting up to leave. Dyne still stared at him in awe, and Vergil looked quite amused. As Fayze sat down, Dyne blinked.
"How did you do that?"
Fayze smiled with satisfaction. "Hm. . ."
"No, tell me. How did you get them to like you?"
"Dyne, calm down." Vergil laughed. "He's got some charm to him, it seems."
"Not really. . .It's the vampire in me. . .vampires can seduce women more easily than a normal human. I'm sure the immortal blood has something to do with it too though. . ." He looked somewhat embarrassed. "I've always had luck with girls. . .Just never really liked a lot of them much. . ."
Dyne held back a look of disgust. Vampires. . .He really didn't consider Fayze to be a threat, since his vampiric blood was so thin. It was likely that he didn't even need blood. Dyne certainly didn't like vampires, despite his friendship with Fayze. They were demons, like any other; children of darkness; Blood thirsty monsters.
Vergil stood up quite suddenly, adjusting his clothes. "Let's go. I've spent enough time here."
Dyne nodded his agreement, standing as well. He was trying hard to suppress his anger and envy toward Fayze. "After that, I really wanna go home."
Just as they were about to leave, there was a loud racket from near the entrance to the pub. The three turned to the door, seeing one of the men at a table standing up.
"You fuckin' lil queer! What do you think you're doin'?!" The man bellowed.
"I. . .I'm dreadfully sorry, sir. . .I-I meant no quarrel. . .please. It was an accident." A soft, scared voice said from the ground. Whoever it was was blocked from view by the large man standing, but Dyne recognized the voice immediately.
"Seigren?" Dyne grumbled. He slowly came toward the table, getting a look at the person on the ground. There sat Seigren, looking up at the man who towered over him, a frightened look on his face. Blood was dripping from his bottom lip, and it looked like he'd been roughed up a bit. "Hey!" Dyne growled at the man. The guy turned around on Dyne, glaring down at him.
"What you want kid?" the man growled.
"Just what's going on here? Why are you picking on him?" Dyne questioned, his anger rising rapidly. Sure, Seigren was pretty. . .fruity. . .but that didn't give this guy the right to beat him up.
The man shot a look back to Seigren. "This lil' git here just made me look like a fool! He bumped into me and made me spill my drink all over myself, right in front of my woman!" Dyne looked the man over, seeing that his lap was, in fact, damp. He smiled coolly at the man.
"Just leave him alone. He's not worth killing. Look at him."
The man glared angrily at Dyne, then suddenly grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He had his face close enough to Dyne's so that Dyne could smell his rank, booze ridden breath. Dyne just let him hold him there, an unwavering smirk across his face. "What? This lil' queer your boyfriend?" the man laughed.
"Nope. But I'd suggest you put me down, if you know what's good for you."
"That so, eh?"
"Yeah, I've been itching to see how well my bodies working after being poisoned yesterday. You'd make good practice."
The man sneered at Dyne, then chunked him into a nearby wall. Dyne hit the wall, but didn't seem to be affected by the blow. He smirked devilishly up at the man, who frowned. "Is that all you got?"
The man growled at Dyne, then came toward him. Dyne waited patiently, then grabbed the man around his neck. He spun the guy into the wall, slamming him hard against it. The man gasped in surprise, then grabbed at Dyne's hand. Dyne felt a strange pleasure in the fact that he was superior to someone much bigger than himself. He stared into the guy's eyes, his own gleaming brightly with excitement and malice.
"Too bad. . .you're not worth killing." Dyne whispered, so that only the man could hear him. The guy looked terrified, and Dyne watched his eyes fill with dread and horror. This amused him; to make such a hotshot feel so inferior and weak. "Now, apologize to the kid."
The guys eyes shot frantically around the pub, trying to find a friend to help him. All of his pals were sitting at their table, watching the scene silently and in fear of their own lives. "Apologize. . .your buddies aren't going to help you."
The man grunted desperately, trying to get free from Dyne. Dyne just held on more tightly, causing the mans face to become red. "Just say you're sorry, now." Dyne's voice was stern and somewhat cruel, and he just stood there with a harsh look on his face.
"Alright. . .alright. . .I'm. . .sorry. . ." The man finally managed. Dyne dropped him quickly, letting him breath. The guy sat on the ground, gasping for air. His friends quickly got up to assist him.
"Good boy." He turned his attention to Seigren, who was now standing up. "You okay there?"
"Yes. . ." Seigren admitted calmly. "Thanks to you, Dyne. You have my sincerest gratitude."
"No problem." Dyne nodded. "I needed to blow some steam anyways." He felt rather relaxed now, much more than he had before he came into the pub. He sighed, then stared down at Seigren. "What are you doing here anyways?"
"I had come for something to eat. . .I didn't know people like him would be here. I was foolish."
Dyne shrugged. "Well, now you do. You should get out of here, before someone else decides you'd make a good punching bag."
Seigren nodded. "Yes, of course." He began to slink from the tavern, looking somewhat wounded.
"Hey. . ." Vergil called after Seigren. Seigren turned, blinking up at him. "Why don't you come back to our place for a bit? We'll get you cleaned up."
Seigren smiled innocently. "That would be quite appreciated, sir."
Vergil led the group toward the house, feeling extremely tired now. He yawned longly as they reached the apartments, then got everyone inside. He was really hoping for some sleep, now that his mind was more at rest from the alcohol.
Nevia looked up from a book just as the four walked inside. They had been gone for only a few hours, and she was glad that they had come back early. Vergil yawned again, closing the door as the three boys went inside. She noticed Seigren, but didn't address him just yet.
"Enjoy yourselves?" She asked dully. Dyne smirked coldly, feeling quite good about himself. Vergil nodded slowly, blinking some sleep from his eyes.
"Yes, it was quite. . .entertaining." He looked over to Fayze, who, despite his triumph with the ladies, looked rather pale. His eyes seemed hazed some, and he was shivering slightly. "Fayze, are you alright?"
Fayze gave Vergil a weak smile and sighed. "Yes. . .I'm fine. . .I just need some rest. . .I think the alcohol got to me. . ."
Nevia narrowed her eyes at Vergil. "You let him drink?"
Vergil shifted some. "Well, yeah. . .he needed it. . ."
"He's a kid! Don't be giving minors booze, you hear me?!" She scolded. Vergil sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Of course. . .I'm going to try and take a nap, if you don't mind." He then silently strode off to his room, and Fayze rubbed his arm anxiously.
"I think I'll try to sleep too. . .I'm not feeling very well. . ." Fayze stated and began toward his room as well. Nevia and Dyne watched him curiously, feeling that there was definitely something wrong with him. As the bedroom door shut closed, Seigren looked up to Nevia and Dyne.
"Is there something wrong with him?" Seigren asked quietly. Nevia smiled lightly, then noticed Seigren's wounds. Bruises were beginning to develop on his pale face and arms, and his lip was swollen.
"Let me get you fixed up there." Nevia offered. Seigren blushed and smiled nicely, then nodded.
"Thank you."
Dyne watched her take him off to the bathroom, feeling somewhat jealous. He wondered if Seigren liked Nevia or something. Nah, that couldn't be. Nevia didn't have taste in guys like that, right? Seigren didn't stand a chance with her, that was, if he was even straight. Dyne suspected that he wasn't. There was no way that a guy like that could be straight. . .he had to be gay. After only a few moments, Nevia and Seigren returned to the living room.
"Not much I could really do for it. . .sorry." Nevia apologized to Seigren.
Seigren shook his head, smiling. His lip was still a little swollen, and the bruises were still visible as well. "It's quite alright; I'll be fine."
Nevia cocked an eyebrow at him. "Are you sure?"
Seigren nodded. "Yes. I'm fine, don't worry." He looked toward the door, then back to Nevia and Dyne. "I really must be going though, I have something I need to attend to. I'm sorry for your inconvenience."
"Nah, don't worry about it. You just be careful out there, okay? Watch out for any brutes." Nevia warned.
"I will. Thank you." Seigren smiled happily before leaving the apartment. "You people are quite nice, really." He stated as he closed the door. Nevia sighed as she heard his steps fade off.
"He's a sweet guy."
Dyne scoffed. "He's gay, I know it."
"How do you know?"
"Trust me. . .just look at him. He's queerer than a three dollar bill."
Nevia cleared her throat. "ANYWAYS. . .Is Fayze sleeping well?" she asked, returning back to the subject of Fayze, Vergil, and Dyne's behavior. Dyne blinked down at her.
"Well, I think so. He looked fine last night." he shrugged.
Nevia sighed. "There's something wrong with all of you. . .Vergil's been in pretty bad shape lately. Says he can't sleep. . .Fayze is acting rather oddly, compared to when we found him, and you. . .well, I can't tell what's wrong with you."
"What do you mean? What's wrong with me?" Dyne asked, somewhat offended.
"I don't know. . .you seem. . .different somehow. I can't really explain it. You've been like that since last night."
Dyne nodded. She must have been able to sense that Cerbis was weak. Maybe she just didn't know what it was. She probably thought it had to do with the poisoning. "I'm fine. . .no different really." He was certainly not going to tell her what had happened. But for some reason, he felt like he should.
"Well, I hope everyone get to feeling better." Nevia sighed, looking up at the clock. It was already one in the afternoon. "Well, I'm going to read for a while. Why don't you get yourself a book too?"
"Um. . .I really don't like reading. It's one of those things, ya know?" Dyne explained.
Nevia laughed, smiling. "Reading's not so bad. It's enjoyable and relaxing."
"I'd rather play some video games."
"Well, we don't have any, so find something else to amuse yourself with." she picked up her book, flipping to a spot that had been marked. Dyne decided to sit down on the couch, watching her. After about ten minutes, he sighed. Maybe he should tell her about what had happened. . .he suddenly felt the need to tell someone. But why now after hiding it for so long? He debated with himself for another few minutes about the subject, then sighed finally.
"Nev. . ." Dyne grumbled. She looked away from her book and up to him, curiosity lit in her violet eyes.
"Yeah?"
". . .Well. . .there is something. . .wrong with me. . ." he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
Nevia put her book down and stared at him. "What is it?"
Dyne slowly began to explain to her about his dreams. She listened intently, watching him calmly. He then proceeded to tell her about Cerbis. Once he was finished, he sat there, feeling as though a great burden had been lifted from him.
"So, you're having bad dreams and your gauntlets power is drained? That's basically all?" Nevia asked curiously.
"Yes." Dyne nodded bluntly. It sounded to him like she really didn't care. He should have never told her. He should have just kept it to himself.
"Why are you so upset about the dreams? Dreams can't harm you."
Something snapped in Dyne's head. She didn't believe him, he could tell. "Yeah? Well, these ones can! That demon nearly killed Cerbis, and he's trying to take over my mind!" Dyne's eyes flashed red as he stared at Nevia. "I shouldn't have even bothered telling you. . .You stupid wench!" Dyne suddenly stood up, and began to head toward the door. He needed to be alone for a while, or else he might just hurt Nevia. He felt so pissed and upset with her. How could she not believe him? "Here I am, being driven mad by these fucking nightmares, and you couldn't give less of a shit!! You don't even believe me!"
Just as Dyne's hand touched the door knob, he heard Nevia stand up. "Dyne!" Dyne glared back at her, his eyes still burning crimson. She had a hurt look on her face, and was slowly advancing toward him. "I never said that I didn't care. It's just that. . .well, it seems kind of odd to me. I mean, until now, I didn't even know that there was a spirit inside of your gauntlet, let alone the fact that it could communicate with you." She explained. "As for the dreams. . .I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could do to help."
Dyne still gazed at her with hate in his eyes. She didn't understand. . .she never would. She wasn't tormented in her sleep by nightmares constantly. The only person that could probably understand his grief was Fayze, but if Dyne had barely told Nevia, there was no way in hell he'd tell Fayze. "I know you can't help me. . ." Dyne grumbled, his anger beginning to turn into embarrassment. He hadn't really had a reason to blow up at her like that, and he could tell that she had been offended. His eyes began to revert to their normal color as he moved away from the door, slowly walking toward Nevia. "I. . .I'm sorry. . ."
As he came closer, Nevia smiled gently. Dyne stopped a few feet from her, gazing down at her. She seemed to hesitate, but hugged him around the chest. Shocked, Dyne only stood there, letting her hug him. "What are you. . ."
"It's alright. . ." Nevia assured. "I can understand that you're upset. I believe you about the dreams though."
"You. . .do?" Dyne felt her hug him more tightly, almost in a nurturing way.
"Yes. . .of course I believe you. Why would you lie about something like that?" She rested her head on his chest, and he finally held her back, very carefully.
"Thanks. I'm glad."
Nevia let him go finally, pulling away from him. She looked up into his face, which was now much calmer and placid than before. "You should really watch that temper of yours though. It's going to get you into trouble one day."
Dyne gave her a weak, thin smile and closed his eyes. Why did he always get so upset sometimes? Numerous times when he was younger, he had hurt Tye in his fits, but he had never meant to do any major harm. "I. . .can't help it. . .It's not like I mean to act like that."
Nevia cocked an eye brow at Dyne. "Everyone is responsible for their actions and behavior. You've just got to learn to control yourself."
"I'll try. . .from now on." Dyne sighed, opening his eyes and looking off toward his room. "Maybe I should try to get some rest. It'll calm me down some, I suppose."
Nevia shrugged. "You might as well. Everyone else is sleeping."
Dyne nodded and slowly began down the hall. "I'll see you later then."
As Nevia watched him go, she felt somewhat relieved. Dyne's anger was not something to be reckoned with, and she had just stood in its wake as it passed. She began to shiver slightly, feeling somewhat frightened. She didn't remember him being this wicked when she had first met him. He had started choking his brother, from her recollection, but he didn't seem. . .that bad.
"I've got to watch out for him. . ." She thought as she watched Dyne step into his room. He shut the door, but suddenly came back out again.
"Where's Fayze?" Dyne asked.
Nevia blinked. "What do you mean? He's in the room." As Dyne shook his head, Nevia came down the hall and into the spare bedroom.
She immediately looked to Fayze's bed, which was empty. The sheets were scattered around on the bed, and some were on the ground. The lamp that was usually on the bed side table was turned over onto the bed.
"What happened?" Nevia asked Dyne.
He shrugged. "I don't know." Both began to search the room with their eyes, seeing that one of the windows to the room was opened.
"Oh, no. . ." Nevia breathed as she dashed to the window. She stuck her head out, looking down to the ground below. There was no sign of Fayze, or anyone else for that matter. "Oh god. . .what if the faction came and took him?!"
Dyne seemed to become a bit anxious now, and came to the window as well. "We'd better start searching for him, quickly."
Nevia nodded, and ran from the room. Dyne heard her beating at a door. "Vergil! Get up! Fayze is missing!!"
"What?!" Dyne heard Vergil roar from inside his room. It appeared that he was not the type to enjoy being awakened with bad news. As Dyne began to leave the room, he saw Vergil's door swing open, and Vergil popped his head out, an almost frightened look on his face. He was wearing a pair of blue denim pants and an black muscle shirt, but his feet were bare. His hair was a mess, and he began to comb through it with his fingers. The look on his face slowly changed to something more along the lines of displeased. "What did you say?" He asked again gruffly.
"Fayze is missing." Nevia repeated, seeming to ignore his mood. "We've got to find him!"
Vergil blinked with alarm, then ran back into his room, shutting his door behind him. Dyne and Nevia both could hear him rummaging around, and would hear a grunt every now and then. He finally came back out, his hair combed back much more nicely than before. He was dressed in a black shirt and jacket, with the same blue jeans as before, tucked into a pair of black, mid calf boots.
"Go!" He growled, nudging at Dyne and Nevia. He seemed a bit crabby, probably just from the lack of sleep. Dyne held back a smile as they all three left the apartment, trying not to upset Vergil any further. There was no telling how Vergil was when he was angry; Dyne still had not seen him anything more than slightly annoyed. He reminded Dyne of Dante, in quite a lot of ways.
"Blast it, where is that kid?" Vergil growled as they came up to an old train station. Too much further out of town and they'd be entering demon territory; the area outside of town where the devils were said to be roaming freely. Vergil, Dyne, and Nevia all agreed that it was highly doubtful that Fayze would wonder that far from the apartments, knowing that the demons were out there. Vergil sighed as he slowly went into the station. "If he's not here, then we'll have no choice but to turn around and look all over again. . ."
Dyne and Nevia were standing outside of the station, scouting out the surrounding area. A short ways off, the wails and cries of random demons could be heard. Dyne scanned the area, not seeing anyone. He leaned up against the wall of a small, abandoned home that stood next to the station.
"Damn it, this is pointless!" He growled, smashing his hand into a window next to him angrily. Nevia was shocked by the sudden crash, and gazed at him in alarm. His hand was stuck through the flimsy glass, and he winced lightly, small shards of glass stuck into his fist. "Damn it. . ."
"Dyne, you idiot! Are you trying to attract attention?!" Nevia hissed. "What if one of these demons hear you?!"
Dyne looked around sheepishly, feeling rather stupid for hurting himself. He pulled his hand out of the window slowly, and began to carefully remove some of the pieces of glass. "I didn't think it was that weak of a window. . ."
As he finished removing the shards of glass, Vergil came out from the station. He stared at Dyne in alarm, seeing his bloody, cut up hand. "What happened?"
"Dyne was being an impatient idiot and smashed his hand through a window." Nevia explained, pointing toward the broken window pane. "He managed to hurt himself in the process."
Vergil sighed, pressing his fingers gently into his temples. "Well, I looked around, but there was no sign of Fayze anywhere. . ." He took deep breath, then shrugged. "I suppose we'll have to go back into town and hope we can find him. Who knows, maybe he went back to the apartment?"
"That's a good possibility. . ." Nevia agreed. "Someone should go back and check, while the other two continue to search the town."
Dyne coddled his hand, then sighed. "I'll go back. . .Besides, I need to get this cleaned up." Dyne volunteered. Nevia and Vergil nodded their agreement, then Nevia moved closer to the injured young man and took his hand gently as they started walking back into town.
The glass had managed to bury itself deep into his hand, but he had gotten it all out. Blood was seeping out pretty badly from the cuts, and Nevia figured that his healing capabilities were still stunted from the poisoning. "You just get home and wrap that up. We'll continue looking for Fayze alone."
Dyne was somewhat hesitant, but nodded. "Alright."
"And be sure to get home quickly, before any of those griffites see you." Nevia cautioned. Dyne smirked lightly, not really worried about the faction right now.
"I'll be fine, don't worry. . ." With that, he dashed off ahead of Nevia and Vergil, charging on toward the apartment. After a few moments, he was jumping up the stairs to the room.
As he turned the doorknob, a feeling of dread washed over him. He could sense that someone was in the apartment, someone or something that was sending off an evil aura. Knowing that he had left his guns in his room before they had left, Dyne took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then pushed the door open slowly, immediately scanning the living room. There didn't seem to be anyone around, but Dyne knew better than that. He crept inside and shut the door quietly, then began to sneak around, in search of the source of this wicked energy.
It was dark, and small slits of light beamed across his face. He could hear someone coming, and could smell something. Something that tingled his senses and made him become alert.
"Blood. . ." He thought. "I smell it. . .I. . .I want it. . ." The small beams of light suddenly disappeared as a person blocked the source of light. He could smell the scent of the blood quite strongly as they passed on, going down the hall. He waited until they went off through a door at the end of the hall, then slowly crept from his hiding place. He chuckled very lightly, as to not spoil his surprise. The fool had left the door wide open behind him, perfect for an ambush. He came from behind the man, who turned at the last second; too late to do anything.
"FAYZE!!" Dyne cried out as Fayze tackled him. They both fell to the floor of the spare bedroom, Dyne struggling to keep Fayze from him. He seemed determined to get his head close to Dyne's neck. Dyne pushed at him and tried his best to keep him back.
"Oh shit, oh shit. . . He's trying to bite me!!" Dyne thought in a panic. He stared into Fayze's eyes, fear running through him. Fayze was glaring down at him, his usually vivid lavender colored eyes a dark crimson. His teeth were bared, giving full view to his sharp, white, vampirical fangs. Dyne let out a loud, infuriated yell, feeling completely helpless and weak under Fayze. The kid seemed pretty scrawny and weak, but not now; now his grip was tighter than Dyne could have ever imagined. Dyne could tell he wouldn't be able to keep him at bay much longer.
"Fayze!! Let me go!!" Dyne growled loudly. Fayze's only reply was a sharp hiss, and he then grabbed at Dyne's arm, which was trying to block Fayze's head from his own. His strength was wretched, and he tore Dyne's hand from him, then arched forward, digging his fangs into the soft flesh of Dyne's neck.
Dyne cried out in pain, feeling the sharp sting of Fayze's canines. He tried desperately to get Fayze off, but the pain suddenly began to subside into a gentle, almost enjoyable feeling. "F-Fayze. . ." Dyne groaned, his arms becoming tired from the struggle. He still hadn't recovered completely from the poison, and his strength was not what it usually was. He panted heavily as Fayze held him down onto the floor, his teeth sunk into the side of his neck. "F-Fayze. . .get off me. . .you freak!"
Fayze made a deep, low growl, something Dyne had never expected to hear uttered from Fayze with his smooth, young voice. Dyne could feel that he was drinking his blood, slowly draining it from his neck. Dyne let out a small grunt, now getting quite angry. However, there was nothing he could do about it; his body was too weak against Fayze, and he couldn't will his body to try and fight him. Dyne had thought Fayze was a decent guy, but now here he was, a craved, demonic monster, killing him. It figured. . .Dyne knew you should never trust a vampire, no matter what. He had thought that it would be alright with Fayze, since he was only a quarter. He'd apparently been wrong. . .very wrong.
The feeling of this wasn't too unpleasant, which is especially what made Dyne uncomfortable about it. He was almost enjoying honestly, and he certainly wasn't in any mood to be liking it. He grunted softly again, then tried to bring a hand up against Fayze's face. Fayze snatched his arm, pinning it back to the floor.
"Fayze. . .please. . ." Dyne groaned. He was now becoming lightheaded, and his vision was starting to swim. He knew that soon he'd pass out, and Fayze would finish him off, leaving him on the floor dead. "And to think I trusted you. . ."
Fayze stopped for a moment, seeming to hesitate at Dyne's words. He groaned sharply, then continued. Dyne was embarrassed about this. "Great, I'm gonna die here, with some guy on top of me, sucking my blood from my neck. Wonderful. . ."
Just then, there was a loud gasp, and a yelp, and Fayze brought his head away from Dyne, glaring and hissing at whoever had come into the room. Dyne couldn't turn around, because Fayze was still straddling him. Figuring he was saved, Dyne closed his eyes, feeling rather fatigued.
"Oh my God! Fayze!!" Nevia's voice cried.
"I've got him." Vergil said calmly, and Dyne could hear his boots clattering toward him and Fayze. Fayze narrowed his eyes at Vergil, hissing loudly. He suddenly lunged from Dyne's body, coming at Vergil. Vergil stepped lightly to the side, grabbing Fayze around the back of his neck as he came by. He quickly smashed the boys body into the floor, holding him there. The vampire began to hiss and growl violently, flailing his arms and legs. Fayze may have been stronger than the weakened Dyne, but he was in no way stronger than Vergil. Vergil had him securely, and there was pretty much no way the boy was getting away.
"Knock him out! Knock him out Vergil!" Nevia cried. Vergil nodded quickly, bringing one hand down onto the back of Fayze's head with great force. Fayze let out one quick growl of pain, then lay motionless. After Vergil was sure that he was out cold, he stood up and moved away from the boy, sighing deeply. Nevia immediately ran to Dyne's side, pulling his head up into her arms. His neck was covered in blood, around the area where he had been bitten. "Dyne, Dyne!" He made no reply, just laid there, his eyes closed. "Dyne! Answer me, please!" Tears began to fill Nevia's eyes, in fear that he was not going to be alright. "Not again. . .Dyne, wake up!" She cried, her voice breaking sharply at this point.
Dyne let out a small groan, his eyes barely opening to slits. "Calm down. . .I'm alright. . ." He groaned, looking up at Nevia's upset and teary face. He carefully rubbed his neck, which was soar from the attack. He was surprised, however, when he felt that the wound was healed. Nevia hugged his head into her chest gently, sobbing lightly. "N-Nev?"
"God. . .you've got to stop doing that!" She cried, choking some. "I swear, one day you aren't going to be alright!"
"Hey, you think I wanted to get attacked?!" Dyne snapped, groaning soon afterward. His head was spinning from the lose of blood, and he glared over to where Fayze was laid unconscious on the ground. "That fucking bastard. . .I came inside and he snuck up and ambushed me!" Dyne tried to get up, but Nevia wouldn't let him. She held him to her body, keeping him from moving. "Let me go! I'm gonna kill him!" Dyne growled, trying to get up again. Nevia kept her grip.
"Dyne, calm down. . ." She warned.
Vergil looked down at Dyne, whose face was full of wrath. He was staring at Fayze, his eyes gleaming a crimson color. "Dyne." Vergil called in a stern voice that would have made a mad dog cow down in fear. Dyne stopped trying to free himself and glared up at Vergil, his eyes slowly dimming back to their cool blue. "Calm down, before I make you. You got that?"
Dyne sighed deeply, then nodded weakly. Vergil's voice seemed to have the same effect on Dyne as Dante's did; it was a powerful voice of order. However, that didn't keep Dyne from wanting to kill Fayze right now. "But he was going to kill me! What are you going to do about that!? We can't let him run loose, that's for sure!" Dyne remembered when they had first found Fayze, Vergil had warned him that he might be dangerous. Looked like he was right. "We should kill him! Kill him before he kills someone else!"
"Dyne, calm down." Nevia repeated. She let him loose some, letting him sit up.
"I'm quite aware that we can't just let him run amuck. But I don't think he even knows what he's done." Vergil explained, moving over to Fayze and bending down over him. "I think we should talk to him before we go on killing him over it."
Dyne growled his dissatisfaction, glaring down at Fayze again. "Give him a chance!? Look what he did to me! He's a monster!!"
"Dyne!" Nevia spat, watching him. "How dare you call him that! He's a kid! And you're part demon yourself you know!"
Dyne scoffed. "Well, I'm not running around sucking blood off of my supposed friends!" He rubbed his neck lightly, feeling extremely pissed and embarrassed at the same time. He just hoped no one noticed that he wasn't actually being caused any pain. He felt ashamed of the fact that it had felt. . .pleasant. "I feel like a homo. . ." He thought.
Vergil sighed, either not noticing the mood Dyne was in or choosing to ignore it. "Look, I'm going to get Fayze and when he wakes up, we'll start interrogating him. Nevia, you take care of Dyne, get his hand cleaned and bandaged and get him to take a bath. . .He needs it anyways."
Nevia nodded, helping Dyne to his feet. Dyne was still glaring down at Fayze, but chose to stay calm and not attack him.
Vergil carefully picked Fayze up into his arms, then put him over his shoulder. "We'll see what he has to say when he gets up."
Busta, Don't get upset. . .I'm not planning on killing anyone. . .yet. (smirks)
Chapter 10
Vergil hurried the boys into the pub, just in case anyone tried to ambush them. He came in last, shutting the door behind him. Dyne and Fayze looked around some, the smell of booze, food, and cigarette smoke quite strong in the air. There didn't seem to be too many people around, and only about ten tables. Five of the tables were filled, and Vergil ushered the two to one of the empty tables.
"Sit guys, and relax." Vergil persuaded. Dyne was obliged to do so, even though he felt a little irritable. However, Fayze was a bit hesitant about it. After a long sigh, he finally sat, slouching in his seat. "This is really an alright place Fayze. Just calm down."
"I am calm. . .I've just never been to a bar before." Fayze admitted.
"Well, it's more of a tavern. . .its got waiters and stuff. They just get a lot of business off the drinks too."
After a moment, a waiter came up. Dyne nearly laughed. Waiter? This guy looked more like a pirate than a waiter. He wore a skull cap over his head, and his face was in need of a quick shave. "Can I git you boys anything?" The waiter asked in a strong, dirty, British sounding accent. This guy had to be some kind of ex-pirate or something.
Vergil nodded. "Yeah, burgers and scotch, all around." This was fine by Dyne, but Fayze stared at Vergil.
"Um, Vergil. . .I'm underage." Fayze stated.
The waiter eyed the boy. "Are you plannin' te pay?"
"Well, of course."
"Then you ain't underage." Dyne and Vergil laughed lightly as the waiter left, leaving Fayze staring off at the man blankly.
"Hm. . .I don't know about this. . ." Fayze grumbled. "I've never drunken before. I mean, I've had table wine, but never any hard liquor."
"I won't give you much. Calm down." Vergil explained.
Fayze glared at him. "I AM calm. . .And don't treat me like a child."
"Easy, easy. . .jeez kid, don't bite my head off." Vergil groaned. "I think you could use the drink, maybe it'll mellow you out."
"Yeah." Dyne agreed, Fayze's glare now resting on Dyne. "Don't look at me like that; we're just stating the truth. Chill."
Fayze grumbled lightly, then started digging around in his jacket, which he had put on before they'd left the house. He retrieved a cig, and quickly began to smoke.
"Jeez man, you're gonna get cancer. . ." Dyne laughed.
"Oh, shut up. . ."
Finally, the waiter returned with a platter with three burgers. He also had with him a bottle of scotch and three small glasses, which he sat down for them. "I'll be back with the bill later." Then he left, and Vergil began to pass around the goods.
Famished, Dyne tore into his hamburger, taking giant, almost choking sized bites. Fayze ate his too, but at a much slower pace. Vergil just seemed to pick at his slowly, obviously not that hungry.
"Are you okay Verg? You really don't look too well." Dyne said between a mouthful of food.
Vergil rubbed his temples lightly. "I'm pretty tired. . .but I can't seem to sleep at all." He explained. "Nerves, I suppose."
"What do you have to be nervous about?" Fayze snapped. "You aren't the one being stalked by a bunch of religious nuts, if that's what they are."
"Temper, temper. Christ, you're getting worse than Dyne over there." Vergil laughed.
"Hey!" Dyne defended. "I've been pretty calm lately."
"This is true." Vergil began to pour out the glasses of scotch as he saw Dyne finish his burger. He first handed a glass to Fayze. "Here, drink it and mellow out."
Fayze stared at the glass. "You drink it first."
Vergil shrugged. "Fine then. Maybe I can get some sleep later." He quickly slammed to glass, much to Dyne's surprise. "There, satisfied?"
Dyne was already sipping lightly at his glass, watching Fayze glare at the drink. "It isn't going anywhere unless you drink it, man."
"Quiet. I'm going to drink it. . .just give me a moment here." He picked up the drink, and tried to slam it, just as Vergil had. Dyne saw his face turn to one of surprise, but he managed to get the drink down. He gasped afterward, coughing. "What the hell?!"
"Good stuff, eh?" Vergil chuckled. "I usually wouldn't admit the drinking of a minor, but in your case, I'll make an acceptation."
"That was just fucking awful!" Fayze coughed. His whole mouth burned like fire, as did his throat. He felt a little lightheaded as well.
Vergil held up the bottle. "What some more?"
Fayze nodded quickly, deciding that he would. He took this next glass much more slowly. Dyne was becoming somewhat bored, and began to look around the pub now. Near the door he could see a group of men and one woman, sitting around at their table, cursing and yelling at one another. As he continued looking around, his eyes found a table where two girls sat, chatting away with one another. They were rather nice looking, both wearing modern teen type clothing. Dyne tapped his hand on the table to alert Fayze and Vergil.
"Check out the chicks over there." He whispered. "You think they'd talk to me?"
"Possibly." Vergil admitted. "Go on if you want."
Dyne smirked. "Okay, you guys watch this. I'm gonna charm those two with my handsome looks." Vergil had to laugh. Sure, Dyne was good looking, but his attitude was far from charming.
Dyne smoothly walked up to the ladies table, smirking coolly. Both women saw him just as he reached the table.
"Morning ladies." Dyne greeted slyly. The girls stared at him for a moment, then to one another. Dyne could see a look of annoyance on their faces.
"Yeah. . .hi. Do you mind? We're kinda talking here. Could you go away, please?" One of the girls, a good looking blonde haired girl said, staring at Dyne almost in disgust.
"Er. . ." This surprised Dyne. He had certainly not expected THAT response from them. He hid his anger and surprise under a thin smile. "Alright. Sorry to have bothered you. . ." He turned around, and began back to his table, his smile changing to a pouty, upset look. He could see both Fayze and Vergil snickering back at his table.
"Go on, laugh it up. . .I know I looked pitiful. . ." Dyne grumbled as he sat back down.
Vergil laughed. "I'm so sorry. . .you certainly did look rather. . .miserable."
"Yes. . .quite. . ." Fayze laughed, somewhat tipsy now.
"Oh, like you could do better?" Dyne asked, glaring at the amused looking Fayze.
"Actually. . .yes. Watch me." Fayze stood up, not looking the least bit drunk. He slowly advanced toward the ladies, who didn't even see him coming.
"Good morning." Fayze greeted coolly as he came by their table. They both looked up at him, somewhat shocked that he had managed to get so close without them noticing. After a few moments, however their faces of surprise changed to a shy, almost cute smile.
"Um, hi there." One of them greeted back, blushing lightly. They looked to one another, then back to Fayze.
"Could I interest you ladies in a drink, perhaps?" Fayze asked in a suave, kind tone. The girls both smiled sheepishly, then nodded.
"Sure. . ." Fayze called the waiter over and asked for two drinks. He then smiled back to the girls. "Um, would you like to sit here with us?"
"Oh, it would be an honor." Fayze took a seat next to the women, and Dyne could only gawk at this sight in disbelief.
"How did he. . ." Dyne whispered. What did those two see in Fayze that they had not in Dyne? Irritated, he watched the three chatter excitedly, before Fayze finally stood from the table.
"I'm afraid I must take my leave. It was a pleasure speaking with you girls." Fayze said coolly, bowing slightly to the ladies.
"Oh, wait. . ." one began. "Could I, um. . .give you my number?"
"Yeah, me too!" the other piped in. Fayze smiled gently to them both.
"I suppose, if you like."
One of the girls began to dig through her purse before getting out a small notepad and pen. She scribbled something down quickly, then handed a piece of paper to Fayze. "There, that's both of our numbers."
Fayze took the paper, folded it, and put it away in his pocket. "I will certainly try to call you. Thank you." He then turned from the girls, heading back to the table where Vergil and Dyne sat. He took a quick look back at the ladies table, to see that they were both getting up to leave. Dyne still stared at him in awe, and Vergil looked quite amused. As Fayze sat down, Dyne blinked.
"How did you do that?"
Fayze smiled with satisfaction. "Hm. . ."
"No, tell me. How did you get them to like you?"
"Dyne, calm down." Vergil laughed. "He's got some charm to him, it seems."
"Not really. . .It's the vampire in me. . .vampires can seduce women more easily than a normal human. I'm sure the immortal blood has something to do with it too though. . ." He looked somewhat embarrassed. "I've always had luck with girls. . .Just never really liked a lot of them much. . ."
Dyne held back a look of disgust. Vampires. . .He really didn't consider Fayze to be a threat, since his vampiric blood was so thin. It was likely that he didn't even need blood. Dyne certainly didn't like vampires, despite his friendship with Fayze. They were demons, like any other; children of darkness; Blood thirsty monsters.
Vergil stood up quite suddenly, adjusting his clothes. "Let's go. I've spent enough time here."
Dyne nodded his agreement, standing as well. He was trying hard to suppress his anger and envy toward Fayze. "After that, I really wanna go home."
Just as they were about to leave, there was a loud racket from near the entrance to the pub. The three turned to the door, seeing one of the men at a table standing up.
"You fuckin' lil queer! What do you think you're doin'?!" The man bellowed.
"I. . .I'm dreadfully sorry, sir. . .I-I meant no quarrel. . .please. It was an accident." A soft, scared voice said from the ground. Whoever it was was blocked from view by the large man standing, but Dyne recognized the voice immediately.
"Seigren?" Dyne grumbled. He slowly came toward the table, getting a look at the person on the ground. There sat Seigren, looking up at the man who towered over him, a frightened look on his face. Blood was dripping from his bottom lip, and it looked like he'd been roughed up a bit. "Hey!" Dyne growled at the man. The guy turned around on Dyne, glaring down at him.
"What you want kid?" the man growled.
"Just what's going on here? Why are you picking on him?" Dyne questioned, his anger rising rapidly. Sure, Seigren was pretty. . .fruity. . .but that didn't give this guy the right to beat him up.
The man shot a look back to Seigren. "This lil' git here just made me look like a fool! He bumped into me and made me spill my drink all over myself, right in front of my woman!" Dyne looked the man over, seeing that his lap was, in fact, damp. He smiled coolly at the man.
"Just leave him alone. He's not worth killing. Look at him."
The man glared angrily at Dyne, then suddenly grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He had his face close enough to Dyne's so that Dyne could smell his rank, booze ridden breath. Dyne just let him hold him there, an unwavering smirk across his face. "What? This lil' queer your boyfriend?" the man laughed.
"Nope. But I'd suggest you put me down, if you know what's good for you."
"That so, eh?"
"Yeah, I've been itching to see how well my bodies working after being poisoned yesterday. You'd make good practice."
The man sneered at Dyne, then chunked him into a nearby wall. Dyne hit the wall, but didn't seem to be affected by the blow. He smirked devilishly up at the man, who frowned. "Is that all you got?"
The man growled at Dyne, then came toward him. Dyne waited patiently, then grabbed the man around his neck. He spun the guy into the wall, slamming him hard against it. The man gasped in surprise, then grabbed at Dyne's hand. Dyne felt a strange pleasure in the fact that he was superior to someone much bigger than himself. He stared into the guy's eyes, his own gleaming brightly with excitement and malice.
"Too bad. . .you're not worth killing." Dyne whispered, so that only the man could hear him. The guy looked terrified, and Dyne watched his eyes fill with dread and horror. This amused him; to make such a hotshot feel so inferior and weak. "Now, apologize to the kid."
The guys eyes shot frantically around the pub, trying to find a friend to help him. All of his pals were sitting at their table, watching the scene silently and in fear of their own lives. "Apologize. . .your buddies aren't going to help you."
The man grunted desperately, trying to get free from Dyne. Dyne just held on more tightly, causing the mans face to become red. "Just say you're sorry, now." Dyne's voice was stern and somewhat cruel, and he just stood there with a harsh look on his face.
"Alright. . .alright. . .I'm. . .sorry. . ." The man finally managed. Dyne dropped him quickly, letting him breath. The guy sat on the ground, gasping for air. His friends quickly got up to assist him.
"Good boy." He turned his attention to Seigren, who was now standing up. "You okay there?"
"Yes. . ." Seigren admitted calmly. "Thanks to you, Dyne. You have my sincerest gratitude."
"No problem." Dyne nodded. "I needed to blow some steam anyways." He felt rather relaxed now, much more than he had before he came into the pub. He sighed, then stared down at Seigren. "What are you doing here anyways?"
"I had come for something to eat. . .I didn't know people like him would be here. I was foolish."
Dyne shrugged. "Well, now you do. You should get out of here, before someone else decides you'd make a good punching bag."
Seigren nodded. "Yes, of course." He began to slink from the tavern, looking somewhat wounded.
"Hey. . ." Vergil called after Seigren. Seigren turned, blinking up at him. "Why don't you come back to our place for a bit? We'll get you cleaned up."
Seigren smiled innocently. "That would be quite appreciated, sir."
Vergil led the group toward the house, feeling extremely tired now. He yawned longly as they reached the apartments, then got everyone inside. He was really hoping for some sleep, now that his mind was more at rest from the alcohol.
Nevia looked up from a book just as the four walked inside. They had been gone for only a few hours, and she was glad that they had come back early. Vergil yawned again, closing the door as the three boys went inside. She noticed Seigren, but didn't address him just yet.
"Enjoy yourselves?" She asked dully. Dyne smirked coldly, feeling quite good about himself. Vergil nodded slowly, blinking some sleep from his eyes.
"Yes, it was quite. . .entertaining." He looked over to Fayze, who, despite his triumph with the ladies, looked rather pale. His eyes seemed hazed some, and he was shivering slightly. "Fayze, are you alright?"
Fayze gave Vergil a weak smile and sighed. "Yes. . .I'm fine. . .I just need some rest. . .I think the alcohol got to me. . ."
Nevia narrowed her eyes at Vergil. "You let him drink?"
Vergil shifted some. "Well, yeah. . .he needed it. . ."
"He's a kid! Don't be giving minors booze, you hear me?!" She scolded. Vergil sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Of course. . .I'm going to try and take a nap, if you don't mind." He then silently strode off to his room, and Fayze rubbed his arm anxiously.
"I think I'll try to sleep too. . .I'm not feeling very well. . ." Fayze stated and began toward his room as well. Nevia and Dyne watched him curiously, feeling that there was definitely something wrong with him. As the bedroom door shut closed, Seigren looked up to Nevia and Dyne.
"Is there something wrong with him?" Seigren asked quietly. Nevia smiled lightly, then noticed Seigren's wounds. Bruises were beginning to develop on his pale face and arms, and his lip was swollen.
"Let me get you fixed up there." Nevia offered. Seigren blushed and smiled nicely, then nodded.
"Thank you."
Dyne watched her take him off to the bathroom, feeling somewhat jealous. He wondered if Seigren liked Nevia or something. Nah, that couldn't be. Nevia didn't have taste in guys like that, right? Seigren didn't stand a chance with her, that was, if he was even straight. Dyne suspected that he wasn't. There was no way that a guy like that could be straight. . .he had to be gay. After only a few moments, Nevia and Seigren returned to the living room.
"Not much I could really do for it. . .sorry." Nevia apologized to Seigren.
Seigren shook his head, smiling. His lip was still a little swollen, and the bruises were still visible as well. "It's quite alright; I'll be fine."
Nevia cocked an eyebrow at him. "Are you sure?"
Seigren nodded. "Yes. I'm fine, don't worry." He looked toward the door, then back to Nevia and Dyne. "I really must be going though, I have something I need to attend to. I'm sorry for your inconvenience."
"Nah, don't worry about it. You just be careful out there, okay? Watch out for any brutes." Nevia warned.
"I will. Thank you." Seigren smiled happily before leaving the apartment. "You people are quite nice, really." He stated as he closed the door. Nevia sighed as she heard his steps fade off.
"He's a sweet guy."
Dyne scoffed. "He's gay, I know it."
"How do you know?"
"Trust me. . .just look at him. He's queerer than a three dollar bill."
Nevia cleared her throat. "ANYWAYS. . .Is Fayze sleeping well?" she asked, returning back to the subject of Fayze, Vergil, and Dyne's behavior. Dyne blinked down at her.
"Well, I think so. He looked fine last night." he shrugged.
Nevia sighed. "There's something wrong with all of you. . .Vergil's been in pretty bad shape lately. Says he can't sleep. . .Fayze is acting rather oddly, compared to when we found him, and you. . .well, I can't tell what's wrong with you."
"What do you mean? What's wrong with me?" Dyne asked, somewhat offended.
"I don't know. . .you seem. . .different somehow. I can't really explain it. You've been like that since last night."
Dyne nodded. She must have been able to sense that Cerbis was weak. Maybe she just didn't know what it was. She probably thought it had to do with the poisoning. "I'm fine. . .no different really." He was certainly not going to tell her what had happened. But for some reason, he felt like he should.
"Well, I hope everyone get to feeling better." Nevia sighed, looking up at the clock. It was already one in the afternoon. "Well, I'm going to read for a while. Why don't you get yourself a book too?"
"Um. . .I really don't like reading. It's one of those things, ya know?" Dyne explained.
Nevia laughed, smiling. "Reading's not so bad. It's enjoyable and relaxing."
"I'd rather play some video games."
"Well, we don't have any, so find something else to amuse yourself with." she picked up her book, flipping to a spot that had been marked. Dyne decided to sit down on the couch, watching her. After about ten minutes, he sighed. Maybe he should tell her about what had happened. . .he suddenly felt the need to tell someone. But why now after hiding it for so long? He debated with himself for another few minutes about the subject, then sighed finally.
"Nev. . ." Dyne grumbled. She looked away from her book and up to him, curiosity lit in her violet eyes.
"Yeah?"
". . .Well. . .there is something. . .wrong with me. . ." he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
Nevia put her book down and stared at him. "What is it?"
Dyne slowly began to explain to her about his dreams. She listened intently, watching him calmly. He then proceeded to tell her about Cerbis. Once he was finished, he sat there, feeling as though a great burden had been lifted from him.
"So, you're having bad dreams and your gauntlets power is drained? That's basically all?" Nevia asked curiously.
"Yes." Dyne nodded bluntly. It sounded to him like she really didn't care. He should have never told her. He should have just kept it to himself.
"Why are you so upset about the dreams? Dreams can't harm you."
Something snapped in Dyne's head. She didn't believe him, he could tell. "Yeah? Well, these ones can! That demon nearly killed Cerbis, and he's trying to take over my mind!" Dyne's eyes flashed red as he stared at Nevia. "I shouldn't have even bothered telling you. . .You stupid wench!" Dyne suddenly stood up, and began to head toward the door. He needed to be alone for a while, or else he might just hurt Nevia. He felt so pissed and upset with her. How could she not believe him? "Here I am, being driven mad by these fucking nightmares, and you couldn't give less of a shit!! You don't even believe me!"
Just as Dyne's hand touched the door knob, he heard Nevia stand up. "Dyne!" Dyne glared back at her, his eyes still burning crimson. She had a hurt look on her face, and was slowly advancing toward him. "I never said that I didn't care. It's just that. . .well, it seems kind of odd to me. I mean, until now, I didn't even know that there was a spirit inside of your gauntlet, let alone the fact that it could communicate with you." She explained. "As for the dreams. . .I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could do to help."
Dyne still gazed at her with hate in his eyes. She didn't understand. . .she never would. She wasn't tormented in her sleep by nightmares constantly. The only person that could probably understand his grief was Fayze, but if Dyne had barely told Nevia, there was no way in hell he'd tell Fayze. "I know you can't help me. . ." Dyne grumbled, his anger beginning to turn into embarrassment. He hadn't really had a reason to blow up at her like that, and he could tell that she had been offended. His eyes began to revert to their normal color as he moved away from the door, slowly walking toward Nevia. "I. . .I'm sorry. . ."
As he came closer, Nevia smiled gently. Dyne stopped a few feet from her, gazing down at her. She seemed to hesitate, but hugged him around the chest. Shocked, Dyne only stood there, letting her hug him. "What are you. . ."
"It's alright. . ." Nevia assured. "I can understand that you're upset. I believe you about the dreams though."
"You. . .do?" Dyne felt her hug him more tightly, almost in a nurturing way.
"Yes. . .of course I believe you. Why would you lie about something like that?" She rested her head on his chest, and he finally held her back, very carefully.
"Thanks. I'm glad."
Nevia let him go finally, pulling away from him. She looked up into his face, which was now much calmer and placid than before. "You should really watch that temper of yours though. It's going to get you into trouble one day."
Dyne gave her a weak, thin smile and closed his eyes. Why did he always get so upset sometimes? Numerous times when he was younger, he had hurt Tye in his fits, but he had never meant to do any major harm. "I. . .can't help it. . .It's not like I mean to act like that."
Nevia cocked an eye brow at Dyne. "Everyone is responsible for their actions and behavior. You've just got to learn to control yourself."
"I'll try. . .from now on." Dyne sighed, opening his eyes and looking off toward his room. "Maybe I should try to get some rest. It'll calm me down some, I suppose."
Nevia shrugged. "You might as well. Everyone else is sleeping."
Dyne nodded and slowly began down the hall. "I'll see you later then."
As Nevia watched him go, she felt somewhat relieved. Dyne's anger was not something to be reckoned with, and she had just stood in its wake as it passed. She began to shiver slightly, feeling somewhat frightened. She didn't remember him being this wicked when she had first met him. He had started choking his brother, from her recollection, but he didn't seem. . .that bad.
"I've got to watch out for him. . ." She thought as she watched Dyne step into his room. He shut the door, but suddenly came back out again.
"Where's Fayze?" Dyne asked.
Nevia blinked. "What do you mean? He's in the room." As Dyne shook his head, Nevia came down the hall and into the spare bedroom.
She immediately looked to Fayze's bed, which was empty. The sheets were scattered around on the bed, and some were on the ground. The lamp that was usually on the bed side table was turned over onto the bed.
"What happened?" Nevia asked Dyne.
He shrugged. "I don't know." Both began to search the room with their eyes, seeing that one of the windows to the room was opened.
"Oh, no. . ." Nevia breathed as she dashed to the window. She stuck her head out, looking down to the ground below. There was no sign of Fayze, or anyone else for that matter. "Oh god. . .what if the faction came and took him?!"
Dyne seemed to become a bit anxious now, and came to the window as well. "We'd better start searching for him, quickly."
Nevia nodded, and ran from the room. Dyne heard her beating at a door. "Vergil! Get up! Fayze is missing!!"
"What?!" Dyne heard Vergil roar from inside his room. It appeared that he was not the type to enjoy being awakened with bad news. As Dyne began to leave the room, he saw Vergil's door swing open, and Vergil popped his head out, an almost frightened look on his face. He was wearing a pair of blue denim pants and an black muscle shirt, but his feet were bare. His hair was a mess, and he began to comb through it with his fingers. The look on his face slowly changed to something more along the lines of displeased. "What did you say?" He asked again gruffly.
"Fayze is missing." Nevia repeated, seeming to ignore his mood. "We've got to find him!"
Vergil blinked with alarm, then ran back into his room, shutting his door behind him. Dyne and Nevia both could hear him rummaging around, and would hear a grunt every now and then. He finally came back out, his hair combed back much more nicely than before. He was dressed in a black shirt and jacket, with the same blue jeans as before, tucked into a pair of black, mid calf boots.
"Go!" He growled, nudging at Dyne and Nevia. He seemed a bit crabby, probably just from the lack of sleep. Dyne held back a smile as they all three left the apartment, trying not to upset Vergil any further. There was no telling how Vergil was when he was angry; Dyne still had not seen him anything more than slightly annoyed. He reminded Dyne of Dante, in quite a lot of ways.
"Blast it, where is that kid?" Vergil growled as they came up to an old train station. Too much further out of town and they'd be entering demon territory; the area outside of town where the devils were said to be roaming freely. Vergil, Dyne, and Nevia all agreed that it was highly doubtful that Fayze would wonder that far from the apartments, knowing that the demons were out there. Vergil sighed as he slowly went into the station. "If he's not here, then we'll have no choice but to turn around and look all over again. . ."
Dyne and Nevia were standing outside of the station, scouting out the surrounding area. A short ways off, the wails and cries of random demons could be heard. Dyne scanned the area, not seeing anyone. He leaned up against the wall of a small, abandoned home that stood next to the station.
"Damn it, this is pointless!" He growled, smashing his hand into a window next to him angrily. Nevia was shocked by the sudden crash, and gazed at him in alarm. His hand was stuck through the flimsy glass, and he winced lightly, small shards of glass stuck into his fist. "Damn it. . ."
"Dyne, you idiot! Are you trying to attract attention?!" Nevia hissed. "What if one of these demons hear you?!"
Dyne looked around sheepishly, feeling rather stupid for hurting himself. He pulled his hand out of the window slowly, and began to carefully remove some of the pieces of glass. "I didn't think it was that weak of a window. . ."
As he finished removing the shards of glass, Vergil came out from the station. He stared at Dyne in alarm, seeing his bloody, cut up hand. "What happened?"
"Dyne was being an impatient idiot and smashed his hand through a window." Nevia explained, pointing toward the broken window pane. "He managed to hurt himself in the process."
Vergil sighed, pressing his fingers gently into his temples. "Well, I looked around, but there was no sign of Fayze anywhere. . ." He took deep breath, then shrugged. "I suppose we'll have to go back into town and hope we can find him. Who knows, maybe he went back to the apartment?"
"That's a good possibility. . ." Nevia agreed. "Someone should go back and check, while the other two continue to search the town."
Dyne coddled his hand, then sighed. "I'll go back. . .Besides, I need to get this cleaned up." Dyne volunteered. Nevia and Vergil nodded their agreement, then Nevia moved closer to the injured young man and took his hand gently as they started walking back into town.
The glass had managed to bury itself deep into his hand, but he had gotten it all out. Blood was seeping out pretty badly from the cuts, and Nevia figured that his healing capabilities were still stunted from the poisoning. "You just get home and wrap that up. We'll continue looking for Fayze alone."
Dyne was somewhat hesitant, but nodded. "Alright."
"And be sure to get home quickly, before any of those griffites see you." Nevia cautioned. Dyne smirked lightly, not really worried about the faction right now.
"I'll be fine, don't worry. . ." With that, he dashed off ahead of Nevia and Vergil, charging on toward the apartment. After a few moments, he was jumping up the stairs to the room.
As he turned the doorknob, a feeling of dread washed over him. He could sense that someone was in the apartment, someone or something that was sending off an evil aura. Knowing that he had left his guns in his room before they had left, Dyne took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then pushed the door open slowly, immediately scanning the living room. There didn't seem to be anyone around, but Dyne knew better than that. He crept inside and shut the door quietly, then began to sneak around, in search of the source of this wicked energy.
It was dark, and small slits of light beamed across his face. He could hear someone coming, and could smell something. Something that tingled his senses and made him become alert.
"Blood. . ." He thought. "I smell it. . .I. . .I want it. . ." The small beams of light suddenly disappeared as a person blocked the source of light. He could smell the scent of the blood quite strongly as they passed on, going down the hall. He waited until they went off through a door at the end of the hall, then slowly crept from his hiding place. He chuckled very lightly, as to not spoil his surprise. The fool had left the door wide open behind him, perfect for an ambush. He came from behind the man, who turned at the last second; too late to do anything.
"FAYZE!!" Dyne cried out as Fayze tackled him. They both fell to the floor of the spare bedroom, Dyne struggling to keep Fayze from him. He seemed determined to get his head close to Dyne's neck. Dyne pushed at him and tried his best to keep him back.
"Oh shit, oh shit. . . He's trying to bite me!!" Dyne thought in a panic. He stared into Fayze's eyes, fear running through him. Fayze was glaring down at him, his usually vivid lavender colored eyes a dark crimson. His teeth were bared, giving full view to his sharp, white, vampirical fangs. Dyne let out a loud, infuriated yell, feeling completely helpless and weak under Fayze. The kid seemed pretty scrawny and weak, but not now; now his grip was tighter than Dyne could have ever imagined. Dyne could tell he wouldn't be able to keep him at bay much longer.
"Fayze!! Let me go!!" Dyne growled loudly. Fayze's only reply was a sharp hiss, and he then grabbed at Dyne's arm, which was trying to block Fayze's head from his own. His strength was wretched, and he tore Dyne's hand from him, then arched forward, digging his fangs into the soft flesh of Dyne's neck.
Dyne cried out in pain, feeling the sharp sting of Fayze's canines. He tried desperately to get Fayze off, but the pain suddenly began to subside into a gentle, almost enjoyable feeling. "F-Fayze. . ." Dyne groaned, his arms becoming tired from the struggle. He still hadn't recovered completely from the poison, and his strength was not what it usually was. He panted heavily as Fayze held him down onto the floor, his teeth sunk into the side of his neck. "F-Fayze. . .get off me. . .you freak!"
Fayze made a deep, low growl, something Dyne had never expected to hear uttered from Fayze with his smooth, young voice. Dyne could feel that he was drinking his blood, slowly draining it from his neck. Dyne let out a small grunt, now getting quite angry. However, there was nothing he could do about it; his body was too weak against Fayze, and he couldn't will his body to try and fight him. Dyne had thought Fayze was a decent guy, but now here he was, a craved, demonic monster, killing him. It figured. . .Dyne knew you should never trust a vampire, no matter what. He had thought that it would be alright with Fayze, since he was only a quarter. He'd apparently been wrong. . .very wrong.
The feeling of this wasn't too unpleasant, which is especially what made Dyne uncomfortable about it. He was almost enjoying honestly, and he certainly wasn't in any mood to be liking it. He grunted softly again, then tried to bring a hand up against Fayze's face. Fayze snatched his arm, pinning it back to the floor.
"Fayze. . .please. . ." Dyne groaned. He was now becoming lightheaded, and his vision was starting to swim. He knew that soon he'd pass out, and Fayze would finish him off, leaving him on the floor dead. "And to think I trusted you. . ."
Fayze stopped for a moment, seeming to hesitate at Dyne's words. He groaned sharply, then continued. Dyne was embarrassed about this. "Great, I'm gonna die here, with some guy on top of me, sucking my blood from my neck. Wonderful. . ."
Just then, there was a loud gasp, and a yelp, and Fayze brought his head away from Dyne, glaring and hissing at whoever had come into the room. Dyne couldn't turn around, because Fayze was still straddling him. Figuring he was saved, Dyne closed his eyes, feeling rather fatigued.
"Oh my God! Fayze!!" Nevia's voice cried.
"I've got him." Vergil said calmly, and Dyne could hear his boots clattering toward him and Fayze. Fayze narrowed his eyes at Vergil, hissing loudly. He suddenly lunged from Dyne's body, coming at Vergil. Vergil stepped lightly to the side, grabbing Fayze around the back of his neck as he came by. He quickly smashed the boys body into the floor, holding him there. The vampire began to hiss and growl violently, flailing his arms and legs. Fayze may have been stronger than the weakened Dyne, but he was in no way stronger than Vergil. Vergil had him securely, and there was pretty much no way the boy was getting away.
"Knock him out! Knock him out Vergil!" Nevia cried. Vergil nodded quickly, bringing one hand down onto the back of Fayze's head with great force. Fayze let out one quick growl of pain, then lay motionless. After Vergil was sure that he was out cold, he stood up and moved away from the boy, sighing deeply. Nevia immediately ran to Dyne's side, pulling his head up into her arms. His neck was covered in blood, around the area where he had been bitten. "Dyne, Dyne!" He made no reply, just laid there, his eyes closed. "Dyne! Answer me, please!" Tears began to fill Nevia's eyes, in fear that he was not going to be alright. "Not again. . .Dyne, wake up!" She cried, her voice breaking sharply at this point.
Dyne let out a small groan, his eyes barely opening to slits. "Calm down. . .I'm alright. . ." He groaned, looking up at Nevia's upset and teary face. He carefully rubbed his neck, which was soar from the attack. He was surprised, however, when he felt that the wound was healed. Nevia hugged his head into her chest gently, sobbing lightly. "N-Nev?"
"God. . .you've got to stop doing that!" She cried, choking some. "I swear, one day you aren't going to be alright!"
"Hey, you think I wanted to get attacked?!" Dyne snapped, groaning soon afterward. His head was spinning from the lose of blood, and he glared over to where Fayze was laid unconscious on the ground. "That fucking bastard. . .I came inside and he snuck up and ambushed me!" Dyne tried to get up, but Nevia wouldn't let him. She held him to her body, keeping him from moving. "Let me go! I'm gonna kill him!" Dyne growled, trying to get up again. Nevia kept her grip.
"Dyne, calm down. . ." She warned.
Vergil looked down at Dyne, whose face was full of wrath. He was staring at Fayze, his eyes gleaming a crimson color. "Dyne." Vergil called in a stern voice that would have made a mad dog cow down in fear. Dyne stopped trying to free himself and glared up at Vergil, his eyes slowly dimming back to their cool blue. "Calm down, before I make you. You got that?"
Dyne sighed deeply, then nodded weakly. Vergil's voice seemed to have the same effect on Dyne as Dante's did; it was a powerful voice of order. However, that didn't keep Dyne from wanting to kill Fayze right now. "But he was going to kill me! What are you going to do about that!? We can't let him run loose, that's for sure!" Dyne remembered when they had first found Fayze, Vergil had warned him that he might be dangerous. Looked like he was right. "We should kill him! Kill him before he kills someone else!"
"Dyne, calm down." Nevia repeated. She let him loose some, letting him sit up.
"I'm quite aware that we can't just let him run amuck. But I don't think he even knows what he's done." Vergil explained, moving over to Fayze and bending down over him. "I think we should talk to him before we go on killing him over it."
Dyne growled his dissatisfaction, glaring down at Fayze again. "Give him a chance!? Look what he did to me! He's a monster!!"
"Dyne!" Nevia spat, watching him. "How dare you call him that! He's a kid! And you're part demon yourself you know!"
Dyne scoffed. "Well, I'm not running around sucking blood off of my supposed friends!" He rubbed his neck lightly, feeling extremely pissed and embarrassed at the same time. He just hoped no one noticed that he wasn't actually being caused any pain. He felt ashamed of the fact that it had felt. . .pleasant. "I feel like a homo. . ." He thought.
Vergil sighed, either not noticing the mood Dyne was in or choosing to ignore it. "Look, I'm going to get Fayze and when he wakes up, we'll start interrogating him. Nevia, you take care of Dyne, get his hand cleaned and bandaged and get him to take a bath. . .He needs it anyways."
Nevia nodded, helping Dyne to his feet. Dyne was still glaring down at Fayze, but chose to stay calm and not attack him.
Vergil carefully picked Fayze up into his arms, then put him over his shoulder. "We'll see what he has to say when he gets up."