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Chapter 5: Aubrey
The pair walked into the under ground lab in silence. Dante's glance went strait for the covered object leaning on a easel. Alexial snorted and headed deeper within the compound. On her way down she picked up a rifle and headed out. Van Helsing went after her. Dante smirked not telling Van Helsing that Alexial wasn't to be messed with when she had a rifle in her hands. He continued to stare at the portrait.
It's kinda hard to believe that this small painting could be the downfall of that immortal, he muttered to himself.
Monks and priest walked past him as he stared at the painting. Covering it back up he walked up towards the street level. He had never seen Rome so he decided to check it out. He told himself that he was getting a feel for the outlay of the city. (you know to get the feel of the battle grounds.)
The hunter slowly made his way towards the training room. Van Helsing watched as Alexial destroyed pot after pot on the wall. Once all the pots were gone a monk sat up some bottles. They were put at different places. Alex worked on reloading the weapon. A song was playing her head as she shot the bottles one right after the other. It was Just Like You' by Three Days Grace.
I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you
I could be fake
I could be stupid
You know I could be just like you
You thought you were sitting beside me
Your were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
I could be cold
I could be ruthless
You know I could be just like you
I could be weak
I could be senseless
You know I could be just like you...'
She stopped singing after she felt Van Helsing's annoyance towards her ignoring him.
You know you shouldn't be here when I'm really pissed off, she said quietly.
Why is that?
Because I'm a good marksmen, and you are annoying me.
Is that so?
Yeah it is.
She turned the rifle until it was in his face. Her smile was cold and calculating. I have no use for fools.
A fool, am I?
Yeah you're a fool. Of course Dante wouldn't warn you.
Warn me about what?
My being dangerous with a weapon in my hand.
Come on Alexial.
Sighing heavily she ejected the last shell and put the gun away. Something was on her mind, and he could feel it. He waited for her to say something.
Can I ask you something? she asked him quietly.
He was getting nervous at her tone. This wasn't the Alexial he knew. This one seemed sadder some how. Her deep eyes glistened as if there were tears in her eyes.
I suppose.
When you transformed that one time was your fur black?
He knew she was referring to his werewolf state. Thinking about that made him sad again... Those thoughts lead to the one he killed that night. He may have stopped Dracula that night, but he also killed the woman he loved. Anna...
Carl said it was why?
I was wondering....
Her head was turned to the side not looking into Van Helsing's eyes.
Why Alexial?
Her keen hearing picked up someone running down the stairs. Their heartbeat was running a mile a minute. Inwardly she heaved a sigh of relief. She didn't want him to know what she had seen once.
Someone's coming.
True to her word a priest came running up and whispered something into Van Helsing's ear. Alex listening intently to their conversation. No matter how low they whispered she could hear it due to her demonic senses. He nodded then he turned to Alexial again.
I heard Gabriel. Go...
We'll finish this discussion later.
He headed out to go take care of the problem that arose. Alexial hung her head.
I doubt that Gabriel.
Turning she headed in the opposite direction. Alexial felt weird when she used her magic inside of Vatican City to the catholic religion and their thing against dark magics. Once she was out from under Vatican City she focused her mind and ended up at an old castle. She took the beaten path up to the old doors of the castle. Changing into her fox state she slowly moved into the old place. With slow sad steps she walked up the stairs that lead to the roof of the castle. There was two presences in this castle with her. One presence was dark, but she didn't care about that one. Her only concern was the presence that was good. Her steps slowed even further as she reached the top most tower. In the middle of the room laid a pile of blankets and a small form of a boy.
Sighing heavily she watch him sleep peacefully. The dark force was moving closer to them. Moving slowly closer she picked the boy by the scruff of his shirt. His legs curled up unconsciously like a baby kit would when its mother would pick it up. She headed for the balcony. Suddenly some one hit her from the left knocking the kid away from Alexial's grip. Trying to get up her head was slammed back down by someone's foot.
Now, now Alexial.
She snarled trying to get up. The kid was stirring from sleep. Lashing out she tried to get.
Who's the kid Alexial?
That's none of your concern Michael, she snarled dangerously.
the boy said sleepily.
The creature lashed out at her. A snarling hiss of pain escaped Alexial as she was slammed into the wall opposite wall. The boy was thrown back on to his blanket pallet. Alexial leapt forward and stood over top the stunned boy.
I swear by everything that I am if you hurt my son I will kill you, she snarled dangerously.
And what is that half-ling?
By the name of my family I will destroy you.
Your family is worthless.
Who are you to determine my family's worth.
Because I knew them both.
Her ears lay back as she snarled. The boy was clinging to her front leg.
Hush. What is it you want from me to follow me here?
Simple the power you with hold for the sake of you're family.
That power cannot be controlled if I let it loose I will destroy the world.
That is the point young princess.
I will not allow you to destroy what little family I have.
Oh it's just you and this boy since the father doesn't know his son exists.
Alexial bowed her head. I've been watching you closely Alexial. Did you not think I would notice your love for that slayer? his words were filled with disgust at the thought of anyone with angel blood no matter how much would ally themselves with someone like that.
Her head came up and her eyes turned a deep crimson.
How dare you speak of my son's father that way, she snarled.
My still protective of the half-ling slayer. He forgets you exist.
You've forgotten the angel code, Michael.
Turning she picked up her kit and walked out onto the balcony. She changed into her hanyou state donning her wings she leapt into the sky. Her son clung to her side. It didn't take long for the pair to reach the safety of Vatican City with Dante and Gabriel. The both had questions to the boy as the weary pair landed heavily on the ground beside them.
I'll answer questions later but we need to rest.
Of course Alexial, Gabriel said quietly. You two can go rest. We'll wait for you two to recover.
For a second Alex could of sworn that she saw a look of concern in his eyes but it was gone in an instant. Turning she headed towards her room. Dante was subduedly curious about the child. Gabriel felt Dante sneak off to follow Alexial knowing that she doesn't want anyone around. He shrugged and went to see what Carl had wanted before Dante interrupted him with the fact that Alexial was in trouble.
Dante didn't make a sound as he moved towards Alexial's room. He stopped outside her door listening to the conversation going on between mother and son.
Come one mom...
No Aubrey.
But mother...
she sighed heavily. Dante it's not like you to hide behind doors and ease drop. You can come in.
He hesitantly walked in. The kid ducked behind his mother. Dante noticed familiarities about the child. The boy looked to be about five or so. His hair was cut short, but it was an icy white like his own. Not to mention the vast blueness of his eyes. The two of them stared into each others gaze until Alexial stood up.
Aubrey this is Dante.... Dante this is my son Aubrey.
The Dante just stood there not knowing what to do. He watched the boy talk with his mother. Their conversation was low and it was something about hunting what little he could hear.
Go hunt my son.
All right mother.
No livestock this time.
The boy grinned and nodded. Suddenly his power rapped around himself. Long dark bat wings emerged from his back and a familiar but blue energy washed over him. Dante's eyes widened as this kid had completely duplicated a move that took him years to learn to control. The boy flew out the window.
That was the Devil Trigger... Dante said slowly.
Of course.
Alexial turned to face the window that her son had left through. He couldn't control it the first few times. Then I taught him what I could. Though someone who can Devil Trigger can teach him full control.
Alexial's wing spread fully. It created a wind that stirred Dante's white locks. The wings flicked a few times as she titled her head to the side slightly to look at Dante.
It's your choice Devil Slayer what happens to Aubrey now.
Leaping forward she launched herself after her son. Her wings beat furiously as she followed her son into the night. Dante snorted and stared after the pair. Dante could feel Gabriel's presence in the room. He waited for the Monster hunter to approach him squashing the urge to attack. Van Helsing came up from behind him to stand next to the slayer in his staring.
So that's your son?
I guess so. Unless she was with my brother Virgil. I highly doubt that.
Something against him?
Dante shrugged.
Don't know... don't care.
Dante turned and headed towards the door.
I have a feeling that you should care Dante. They are your family.
I have no family their all dead.
Dante walked out of the room and headed for his room. He made a short walk towards the balcony. The wind was tugging at the curtains. Sighing heavily he pushed them aside and walked out onto his small balcony. Dark clouds were threatening the horizon. Looking down at his hand he wondered if it was his fate to loose everything that he cared about. Looking up his hand clenched into a fist. He could feel a familiar red power wash over him. The rustling of his wings were making him long for flight. Squashing the power he changed back to normal.
You know that you should never leave your mate alone Dante.
And you are?
They call me Michael.
She's not my mate.
Interesting. I would think she meant something to you if the two of you created a child.
That was lust not love.
Interesting that a Son of Sparda would know the difference between the two.
What would you care?
Oh the simple fact I have a vendetta against the mother of your child.
She means nothing to me.
We'll see when the time comes Dante Sparda. The question is will either of you survive the experience.
Micheal vanished with an evil laugh.
A/N: Kind of short I know... and a cliff hanger on top of that. If my grammer is screwed up then I'm sorry... My friends that could help me are in school.