Don't own Dante or Vergil. Some improper language (: Violence will start soon
Dante moaned softly, and stretched out. He flipped over to his other side, and cuddled up against the warmth Accalia let off. With his eyes still shut from sleep, he kissed her shoulder and neck. She peeped delicately, and flipped over to face him. Dante wiped his eyes, and blinked them open.
"Good morning." She whispered.
"Good morning." He replied, and leaned forward to kiss the middle of her collar bone. He had a hard time suppressing his glow from last night. He hoped he didn't scare her away.
"You're quite the speedy Casanova. We meet two days ago and you already have me in bed." She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled his body closer to her, until their noses touched. Dante delighted in the fact that her hard nipples were crushed against his bare flesh.
"With the body you have, you must have this problem often. Young men dropping themselves to be with you."
"Young men dropping, yes, but not to sleep with me." She laughed. "For a feast instead. I must say, your blood is one of the most delicious I have had in a long time. The last time I remember something hitting me like that was when my master, Pietro, let me taste him." Dante looked at her puzzled. "Oh, uh, master is the one who has created me, the one who sucked my blood."
"But didn't take it all?"
"Yeah. I was Pietro's first victim and he didn't know what to do. He thought he had gotten it all, but he left just enough for me to be reborn into this blasted life."
"How old are you then?"
"Hundred years or so. I gave up counting when I found Nick. He's also a vampire, born from Pietro. Second victim, we think, since there are no other vampires we can find that trace back to him."
"Are you and Nick involved?"
Accalia burst out laughing so hard, tears came squeezing out her eyes. "You are kidding me, right? Oh, no, god no. Most males pick up on Nick's vibes; I guess he wasn't as strong as he usually is with my mates. No, Nick likes males. And I'm sure when I see him next he will want every juicy detail. He will be thrilled too, to learn you can be sucked dry and not die."
"So you sucking my blood won't make me a vampire?"
"Damn boy, whatever blood you have in there won't let you do anything. You were completely dry and you came back…" The two fell into silence, as Accalia rubbed her lips up against his cheek.
"This is the best union, you know? A sadistic vampire that can suck dry a masochistic immortal."
"Union?" she questioned.
"What, you're just fucking and chucking me?"
"Eh, fuck, suck and chuck perhaps." She was grinning though, and Dante believed she was kidding. He just sighed and sat up, spilling his feet over to the side of the bed. He heard Accalia squeal softly, and squeeze his ass. He laughed, stood up, and strolled buck naked to the bathroom. He turned around briefly before going in and Accalia was lying on her belly, watching him intently. He was very pleased to see this faint smile on his lips.
He walked into the bathroom, kicked up the cover, and pissed into the toilet. Accalia appeared at the door, his tee shirt covering her body. She leaned up against the frame of the door, with still that grin on her lips. He flushed the toilet with his left foot, and scooped her body into his arms. He pulled her close to him, gathering every wisp of warmth she gave off. If she was really going to leave him, at least he could get some that would last him a couple more years.
As they stayed locked into the embrace, Dante noticed that the room seemed to get darker. Maybe it was just him, and he tried to shrug it off as he buried himself into Accalia. There was a sudden loud bang from the bedroom. Accalia spun around, and Dante pushed by her. Where his bed used to be seconds ago was a huge hole in his wall. Plaster was still crumbing off. The hole was nearly the size of the whole apartment, and there wasn't much keeping the roof above up. The day sky was a dark ferocious gray, and the pale gray clouds churned in swirls above.
"What the fuck?" He cried, grabbing his pants nearby. Slipping them on, he walked towards the hole, trying to see what the heck was going on.
"Dante, be careful." Accalia whined behind, still back by the bathroom.
Dante peered at the edge of the gap, and saw the cause of the destruction. Along the wall of the building, climbing back and forth neurotically was a creature. Dante wasn't quite sure what it was, it was something he hadn't seen before. It reminded him almost of a cross between a weasel and a lizard, with the weasel body and lizard scales. It also appeared to have gecko feet, as it found it quite easy to climb up the building. Its body was about the size of the body of a horse. Dante back up to his chest in the corner of his room, and opened it. He pulled out two guns, one black and one white, and got back to his spot to try and shot the weasel thing, when he realized it was gone.
"Dante!" Accalia squealed behind him, and Dante whirled around on the heels of his feet to see the weasel thing in his room. Accalia was wrapped tightly in its tail, so tight that she was turning red. "Dante." She gasped out just before she passed out. Dante steadied his guns at the weasel's head, and started shooting. The few shots he was able to get off missed, except for the one that found the weasel's leg. The beast shrieked as it started to ooze orange blood, and started to scamper off.
"Fuck!" Dante screamed, as he shot continuously at the beast. He got the tail, near Accalia, but not enough to separate her from the thing. He got another leg, but the creature jumped out the hole in the wall, and landed gracefully at the ground below. Dante watched helpless as the thing scurried down the block.
"Oh god damn." He moaned, rubbing his hair. "Oh, what the hell?" He sunk down to his knees, feeling the glass from the windows burying deep into his flesh. He didn't seem to notice this, and bent backwards to look at the ceiling above. "What the hell must you fucking torture me? I get a women, one like my own, and you take her away from me!" He sighed deeply, bowed his head briefly, and snapped to his feet. He grabbed his boots, and slipped them on. He stuck both guns into his pants, with just the handles sticking out. He bolted to the chest, grabbed out a long sword, and held it up for quick inspection. "Oh, Alastor. Here we go again." He bolted down the stairs, not even sure where the beast had gone, but knowing he had to try and help Accalia.
Dante got to the outside of the apartment complex. He had seen the creature run off to the left, but once it disappeared around the corner, he had lost track of it. He started sprinting towards the left, when his foot landed on something odd. He stopped, stood back, gazing down and noticed his dirty and slightly torn jacket. "Awesome." He cried, as he slipped it on. He removed the guns from their spot in his pants and glide them into their own pockets on the inside of the jacket. The sword fit nicely in its pouch on the back. Now he was ready.
He continued to sprint, remembering as he started that he had wounded the animal and it had bled orange blood. He soon found the trail around the corner, and followed it, skipping over the debris and bricks that litter the floor. It amazed him that just minutes ago this was a wild fast paced New York City. It was now darkened with black swirls of clouds around that stirred up the dust and debris. There wasn't one person on the streets; Dante didn't know if they were all hidden in buildings or dead. Cars were flipped, some buildings were collapsed, and there didn't appear to be one thing in its right place. What the hell happened in the last half of an hour? He was slightly amused that the first time he got laid in a few years it appeared as if New York City had gone through an earth quake. Was he that good he moved the earth? He laughed softly to himself.
He had run about three blocks when he stopped in heels. He looked upward, and realized that a large tower had suddenly sprung up in the middle of the road, only a block away. His heart was racing now from overexertion and panic. He didn't fear for his own life, damn, he kept trying to kill himself. But he feared for Accalia and her life. He didn't want anything to happen to her. He noticed the trail of orange lead right up to the front door. Dante continued running, feeling as if someone was watching him. The hairs on the back of his neck stuck up, and he tried to swallow a lump that was forming in his mouth. Maybe he had found the entrance to hell right here, he wasn't sure. But he was going to be entering it soon.