So at last I have another chapter. I'm going to take a few moments to respond to the feedback I've been given.
To anonymous: Yeesh. That was a little harsh. However, you do have a point. I am grateful for the review and thankful that you included some constructive criticism along with your complaint.
BladeMaster16: okay, okay. I won't make him die. Maybe just smack him around a little bit. Hahaha!
Hotaru the Demon Goddess: I'm glad you like my story so much. Oh, and I finally got around to looking at your art. You're good! I especially like your picture of Dante's daughter; I'll have to read your fanfic, too.
BloodyDemonEmpress: I take it you didn't know who Rayne was before?
On with it!
Broken glass underfoot, the building was completely dark. Not that this was any sort of obstacle. Rayne could see and hear a thousand times better than any human, especially in the dark. She could even hear the bugs and rats crawling about in crevasses in the walls. Not that bugs and vermin interested her. A far more intriguing thing approached her, the scent of blood. If she ran her hand along the wall, she could feel it, still relatively fresh. Curious as to what on earth could have bled that much, she knelt down to inspect. Wet, sticky blood had spilled out of some fourteen headless corpses. Looking closer, she saw that they were still wearing purplish robes. It was at that moment that she realized who they were. They were the leaders of the Brimstone Society. Though it seemed a bit wrong, Rayne couldn't help but grin a little at the job well done. Reminding herself not to get sidetracked, she continued on.
Every now and then, a light or two would flicker on and off again. A certain familiar smell caught her attention after a while. Not more than a few feet away now, her demonic white-haired foe sat comfortably in a leather armchair.
In the streets below, Dante was trying to pick up any sign of Rayne. A couple of disemboweled corpses showed telltale signs of having had a three-foot blade shoved through them. All the while he was searching, he was also kicking himself inwardly. Having let himself be knocked out by Rayne, he was feeling like a real sucker. Never before had anyone cut through his cool demeanor. He supposed that letting anyone near him for that long would weaken his resolve. All the same, he would need to get it back if he had any hopes of fighting Virgil. If he wasn't going to kill him, he sure as hell would at least shoot him in the foot or something. Finally picking up a trail, Dante began to traverse the building in his demon form.
"All right, girl. No time to be feeling righteous now." Rayne told herself.
She now stood outside the room Virgil had locked himself up in. she shook her head fiercely and smacked herself in the face.
"God, I really need to get a new job."
With a swift kick, the door splintered and snapped apart, allowing access to the pestilent half demon inside. Virgil rose from his chair, sword drawn. Rayne stepped forward, too, though she had her guns and not her blades drawn.
"You know, chasing you down has been a real pain in my ass." She quipped, stalking forward.
"I can only imagine." Virgil responded.
Rayne fired off a few rounds, but Virgil vanished from view.
" Can't hide forever, babe."
Not wanting to waste time playing hide and seek, Rayne spun around, firing as she did so. She had become a living whirling machine gun. The metal fragments penetrated the walls and furniture, leaving neat little holes and scorch marks. Rayne stood still for a few moments, barely breathing, just listening. With a sigh, she repeated the process. This time she got a response. A pained curse came from behind one of the overturned desks. Rayne shot her harpoon through it to flush out her target.
"Why don't we take this to the roof, where there's more room?" she suggested.
"It's over. You got me."
"Really?"
"Nope. Just messing with you."
The sword came out from behind Virgil's back, knocking one of the guns away. She made a move to shoot him with the other one, but he kicked it from her grasp also. He closed in on her, seizing her by the throat and holding her off the ground.
"Fine. To the roof it is." He said.
With a fierce toss, he threw Rayne straight upwards, through the ceiling and onto the roof.
"Damn. Let my guard down…" Rayne muttered from where she had landed.
Virgil arrived just two seconds after she did. He stalked over and aimed a piercing kick at her stomach.
"You're a real bitch, you know that?"
This time, he kicked her in the ribs. Rayne coughed and spat up a stream of blood. Now Virgil brought down his sword, impaling her shoulder and pinning her to the ground. By now out of breath and thoroughly pissed off, Rayne grabbed the sword with her bare hands and pulled it out, also kicking Virgil where it counted to loosed his grip.
"Playtime is over now, asshole."
The twin blades thrust forward into the attack position, and Rayne leaped over Virgil's head, fiercely slashing at his back with inhuman speed. To top off the attack, she kicked him hard in the back, sending him sailing across the rooftop and over the edge.
"Piece of cake." she said.
An eerie reddish glow was emanating from the street where Virgil had fallen. Rayne peered over the edge, and then backed up horrified. Virgil just wouldn't quit! He hadn't even touched the ground before he had transformed. His blood red wings stood out as a violent silhouette against the full moon. He swooped down towards Rayne, drawing his demonic blade and shoving it up through her ribcage. He carried her about eight stories higher into the air.
"Is that all you've got?" he asked, throwing Rayne back down crashing to the roof.
So how was that? I'm sorry about the lack of updates. I've been busy with school and driving. I should have the end to this story up pretty soon. The suspense is killing me!