Chapter 9: breaking (and/or entering)
My eyes do search for something more
My heart unbeating, shattering tears
I look up to find there's nothing there
I look and find only darkness
Yet amidst all the fears and the plagues
I know I must find my path
Yet amidst the blood that still flows in my veins,
I feel the human coming
He he. Just a little poem about what it might be like to be a half-blood. This chapter is the ninth. (Wow, I wrote nine chapters?) Not much to say about this… bladitty blah… ON with it!
Running a hand over the blade that had belonged to his father, Dante was lost in thought. How could he possibly bring himself to destroy the only family he had left? Rayne didn't seem to have much trouble with it. But then, he guessed he understood. She had been made what she was unwillfully, after a decision was made by a psychotic vampire. Rayne had hated that family, the one who had destroyed any chance of a normal life. Dante, however, had the option of living somewhat normally. His thoughts were broken with the sound of a zipper. Craning his head to the side, he was able to see Rayne, who was busy suiting up for the planned infiltration of Brimstone.
Clad in the shiny black and red leather, blades polished to perfection, Rayne certainly did look like a force to be reckoned with. However, a rare sight was to be beheld. On her face, usually occupied by a smirk or sly grin, was a look of complete and utter seriousness. She wasn't too happy about the fact that she had to kill Dante's brother and possibly have him turn on her. However, she couldn't risk him changing his mind about helping, either. Suddenly, a brilliant plan popped into that maniacal little dhampir brain of hers. She wouldn't have to risk it after all…
"Uh-oh. What are you thinking?" Dante asked, seeing a stream of thoughts scrawling across his partner's face.
"Not important." She said. "But there's something I'm worried about."
"What is it?"
She leaned close to him, batting her eyes seductively. One hand went up over his neck, the other was behind her back. She closed the distance between them, pressing her mouth firmly over his. On impulse, Dante's hand planted itself on the small of Rayne's back, running down slowly. And then…
"Sorry. Can't risk you changing your mind." Rayne brought her hand out from behind her back, revealing a hypodermic needle. She plunged the point into the flesh of Dante's neck. Within seconds, the tonic within took effect.
"Sleep tight." She said, before leaping out the window.
Silvery moonbeams illuminated the street, glistening off of freshly fallen rain. Only the drone of a television set could be heard in the distance. That, and the steady rhythmic tapping of stiletto heeled boots on the pavement. That too ended, as their wearer began to traverse the side of a glassy skyscraper. No easy task for someone in stilettos, but for a red haired dhampir known as Bloodrayne, it was as second nature as breathing. Sure, she was feeling just a tad bit guilty about putting her ally to sleep, but she wanted to eliminate any possibility of redemption for Virgil.
Virgil glared out the twentieth floor window, surveying the fascinating creature that was slowly but surely ascending towards him. Amused, he brushed a few stray silver hairs out of his eyes. She is a persistent one. Look at the way she climbs ruthlessly. That defiant glare in her eyes. He mused. A few miles away, at the Devil May Cry, Dante was finally beginning to open his eyes from the sleeping tonic.
Rayne slipped, just once, before making it to the top floor. Knowing full well that her target would spot her if she didn't move, she stalked to the other side. There, she broke open a window and swung inside. Just a few yards on the other side of the building was her prey, waiting patiently for the huntress that lurked in the shadows.