Chapter 5: clubbin' it

Here is another chapter. I haven't updated in a while due to writer's block…and bruises. Don't EVER play "swing wars" with your younger siblings. If you do, it will actually turn into "kick-the-crud-out-of-big-sister." my poor aching hipbone.

Entering the club was easy enough. Getting through the thing and into the back was a whole different story. After nursing the burning road rash they had received from the little train adventure, Rayne and Dante had somehow managed to squeeze into the door and now stood crammed in a corner. Hundreds of bony, sweaty bodies danced at breakneck speeds in impossibly small spaces to the beat of crappy techno music. Dante stood surveying the crowd while Rayne squashed herself as far away as possible from the chaos and noise. She was crammed up against the wall so much that Dante thought for a minute that she might fall through it. He stared as she fidgeted uncomfortably in the corner. He smirked as he realized what was wrong.

"Would anything happen to be wrong?" he asked, trying his hardest to suppress a grin.

"Hm? No. No- nothing." Rayne answered awkwardly.

"Something."

"Shut up." She answered with a venomous slit-eyed look.

Dante did his best to suppress the laughter at seeing miss badass dhampir assassin paranoid in her corner. She stopped his silent guffaw with a sharp smack on the back of his head. All in all, she was darn tired of the way he kept finding it easy to pick on her. Frustrated, Rayne shoved through the cluster of dancers on the floor in front of her. Several stopped to give her death glares before resuming the dancing. Finally, after around twenty minutes of swearing and nearly biting every living creature within range, Rayne found the door. I mean, the door was the fanciest one (not to mention the only one with a lock). Not waiting for any sort of invitation, she kicked in the door. The four guys playing pool stared at the scantily clad dhampir in the doorway with a confused air before resuming their game. Rayne too looked around confused for a minute, thinking she had gone into the wrong room, before she noticed a larger than normal figure draped in a robe. Sitting next to this figure in the shadowy corner were two other robed figures, and Rayne knew immediately who they were.

"Rayne, Rayne…" came a bizarre whisper from beneath the largest cloak.

"Hedrox? That you, you big yeti?" she taunted.

"Ah, yess. Rayne. 'Tis you after all. We have been waiting for a long time to see Rayne again. We would very much like to play a game with Rayne. It's one that Rayne likes."

"Chop up Hedrox?" Rayne asked in mock hopefulness.

Hedrox removed the robe covering its massive body before glaring at Rayne. Two of the guys who had been playing pool had moved in front of the ruined door to prevent her escape. A fourth robed figure stepped out of the shadow and pulled the hood off of his head.

"No. We're going to play 'take the dhampir hostage.'" The white-haired man said.

"Hey, you're…" Rayne's realization was cut off by Hedrox's massive arm smashing into her face. Normally, a shot like this would do no good against someone as tough as her, but Hedrox's blow was about a thousand times stronger than normal. Almost immediately, Rayne slipped into a cold sleep.

Dante finally managed to find his own way through the crowd just in time to see four guys in robes carrying away an unconscious Rayne. He stared after them for a few seconds before following as stealthily as possible. Out in the subway station area, he saw the robed guys trying to load up Rayne into one of the subway cars, but her heels kept getting in the way and catching on the doorway.

"turn her the other way! No, not that way, like this!" one of the men hissed before giving Rayne's unconscious form a rough shove through the opening. Dante stopped, having recognized the voice. But, it couldn't be… could it? His attention was drawn back to reality as one of the pool players screamed out in pain. Rayne had awoken and had sunk her fangs into his hand, leaving a trickle of blood. The robed guys looked a little shocked.

"Surprised? I never was much of a sleeper. And you suck at tying knots, by the way." She said, springing up. That was Dante's signal. Drawing Sparda from his back, he rushed forwards at the rest of the pool player/thugs. Before they even had a chance to scream, every one of their lives were snuffed out by a huge blade ramming into their spinal columns. Meanwhile, Rayne was trying her luck at fending off her would-be kidnappers.

She flicked out her blades, which she had modified just a little bit in the past few years. She now had a habit of soaking the edges in acid every night. Three of the robed guys came at her, surrounding her on all sides. Rayne merely shrugged before jumping high up into the air and slamming the blades into the two in front of her. The one that remained threw a ball of energy at her, hitting its mark. Thankful for her stamina, Rayne whipped around and smashed her heel into his chest. The kick was followed up by a clean leap over his head, followed by her latching onto his neck with her pearly whites. Rayne's eyes glazed over in ecstasy as the warm red liquid poured out of her victim. She casually tossed her kill aside and turned to Hedrox and the remaining hooded guy.

"Is that all? I could go all night." She said.

The hooded man let out a snarl and gestured to Hedrox.

"Your turn. Do you want to go play with Pretty?"

The creature hissed in agreement. The man turned a pair of blue eyes towards Rayne.

"Fine. Go play."

Hedrox lunged at his old prey and hit her in the arm with his claws, sending her smashing to the ground. Dante stepped forward and evaded the attacks before raising Sparda above Hedrox's neck. Rayne leaped up from the ground and saw what Dante was about to do.

"No, wait! You can't kill it that…"

Sparda cleaved through flesh and bone. The two bloodied halves fell to the ground and in an instant, rose up again as two new Hedrox.

"…way." Rayne finished.

Dante looked at the demon in interest.

"Well, looks like I'll have my work cut out for me." He said.

"Foolish half blood! Hedrox wants to play with Rayne! Move!"

"Better let him have his way." Rayne said, getting into attack stance.

"Hm. If you're really sure… whatever."

Rayne stepped forward and licked some of the blood off of her blades.

"You know the drill. I cut, you duplicate. It's practically a party."

"Does Rayne forget? We are infinite!" Hedrox bellowed.

"Yeah, I get that. Unfortunately for you, I've got a few new tricks up my sleeve."

Hedrox growled again before Rayne let loose in a flurry of blade attacks. The demon made more of himself as Rayne reduced him to a gooey heap time and time again. Dante stepped in around the time Rayne was going to collapse in exhaustion. He shot at each Hedrox's head, sending a bullet through each. When he did this, they did not duplicate. He continued with this pattern until every one was dead. He crouched down, where Rayne was trying to catch her breath.

"Getting rusty, are you?" he asked.

Rayne was about to put in a smart-ass remark, when a light sound of applause from the one remaining hooded man broke through the air.

"Bravo, brother, bravo."

Dante looked up at the figure, who pulled off the cloak. Dante narrowed his eyes at his brother in hatred. He stood up from the ground and walked over to Virgil. Rayne sat where she was and watched.

"So, you've fallen for her, have you? Do you really think she could love you with what she is?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"you know, don't you? Your pretty little dhampir friend was going to return to Brimstone, brother."

"Yeah, right." Dante sneered.

"That may be what you think, but let's see what she has to say about it."

Virgil snapped his fingers, and two winged demons swooped down from perches above the subway. Rayne snapped her attention to the air, but just a moment too late. The creatures knocked her out again and grabbed her by the legs and arms before carrying her to their master. They dropped the unconscious dhampir into Virgil's arms, who transformed into a demon similar to Dante's Devil Trigger form. Not wanting his psycho brother to do anything to his partner, Dante had no option but to change into his own demon form and follow Virgil.

Phew! That took a lot of effort! Anyway, I was bored and decided to include an entertaining list of signs that you might be evil. Enjoy.

1.Ways to tell you're evil:

2. you wear eyeliner, and you're a guy.

3. your hair does some freaky things that you don't control

4. you have an intense desire to kill anything and everything having to do with telemarketing.

5. you have white hair and a feminine face, and are male.

6. you get a kick out of mutilating the steak you were supposed to cook for dinner.

Coming in chappie six: brotherly "love" and one pissed off dhampir. Never mind me! I've had too much coffee!