The Blood Red MoonChapter 2: The Blood Beast A/N: If you don't like OC parings like some people informed me in my other DMC story then don't read this. Ariana walked the confines of the island that the mansion was situated on. She stopped and watched a pod of whales play out in the open water. A sad smile graced her features as she watched their play. Her wings flexed for a moment. The wind whipped across the small island stirring her long black hair. It whipped into her face and it was irritating her. She'd kill for a hair tie right now. Her hand smoothed back the wild strands from her face. She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't hear anyone approach until a warm hand was laid on her shoulder. A shiver ran up her spine.

"Are you going to use my power or keep me here until you die?" she asked in a nasty voice.

"I haven't found the moment to use your power yet," his voice had a smug tone to it.

"Then get your hands off of me," she snarled.

She tried to shrug his hand off but he only tightened his grip on her shoulder. Something made Virgil reach his other hand up and run his fingers in between her wings. A low whine escaped her. She jerked out of his grasp and backed as far away from him as she could.

"Don't do that."

Her body was betraying her by becoming weak.

Virgil was for once taken aback by the whine and her reaction to him touching the space in between her wings. There was something wrong with that yet again something so right that it couldn't be good. Finally her knees buckled. He had enough presence of mind to catch her. Her breathing had become erratic. Suddenly it dawned on him why she reacted the way she did. In between her wings was a pleasure point or so he guessed. Her body was quivering so he backed off a little bit more.

"Don't do that again unless you intend to claim me or calm my blood beast on the night of the Blood Moon," she snarled dangerously.

A malicious smirk graced his features.

"Has anyone else claimed you?"

She refused to answer him. "Answer me!" he demanded harshly.

"No one has claimed me that way but they've tried."

Their eyes met and for once there wasn't a crashing of spirited souls. It was a battle of loneliness. Her eyes glittered as if tears stood in them. He could see she had more to say, "My wings are the symbol of my parents love and in turn they are mine."

"Are you saying that you're in love with me?"

"No, I'm not in love with you. Once the symbols appear then I'll be completely yours to do as you will."

She turned to face the ocean again. Virgil seemed confused by this demi-goddess. Her wings fanned out.

"Are you leaving?"

"I have to," she said weakly. "Before my blood beast…."

"Why are you weak all of a sudden?"

"You've set off a chain reaction. I have to go before I kill you."

"What would you care? I'd think that you'd be happy to be rid of me."

"In your eyes I see a loneliness that mirrors my own. That draws me to you Virgil Sparda. That's why I must go. You control me now so all you'll have to do it call me, and I will come."

"When we kissed before did it mean something to you?"

"One day it will."

A small smile graced her features before she leapt off the cliff face. A great gust of wind hit him as he watched her fly. A blood red dragon appeared from no where and began to fight with the demi-goddess. It roared a blood lustful cry as it gave chase. It didn't take long for the huge beast to catch up with her. Its large talons swept across her back letting blood flow. Virgil felt a deep rage fall over him. Devil Trigger was upon him before he even realized it. He leapt off the cliff face and winged towards the threat. A scream of pain escaped Ariana as she fell into the darkened waters of the sea. Virgil's Devil Trigger began to glow a deep blue color. Using his talons he leapt forward and began to fight the dragon. With one swift motion he was able to cut the dragon's head off. Without thought or guidance he dropped into the sea after Ariana. He shot towards the surface once he found her. With two powerful wing beats he was winging towards the mansion.

His focus was so far gone that he didn't notice the blood trail she was leaving. When Devil Trigger faded he realized there were severe lacerations running across her left wing and down her back. Slowly he took her shirts off. He laid her down gently on her stomach.

"Virgil?" she asked weakly.

"Don't worry so much you'll be fine."

He walked into his bathroom and ran a cloth under the faucet. Taking it out to her he began to gently clean the wounds of the blood and salt water. She hissed every now and then. A shudder raced through her as he cleaned the cut in between her wings. A low whine escaped her. It sounded almost like a muffled moan to him.

"Ariana are you all right?"

She didn't answer. "Ariana?"

He realized she was unconscious. "Too much for you my demi-goddess?"

Carefully he slid off the bed. A gentle had stopped him from going very far.

"Stay," she muttered sleepily.

He lay down beside her reluctantly. The fact that she was naked from the waste up didn't faze him at all. Sleep dragged them both down.

Next morning…

Virgil woke up first. Ariana's head rested on his chest and the covers were tangled about her. As gently as possible he moved off the bed trying to avoid waking her up. Walking over to his dresser he pulled out a blue button down shirt. He gently untangled her from the covers and put the shirt on her. Her back wounds were nothing now but angry red lines. In an amusing fashion she curled up on the spot he had been on not a few moments before.

"Virgil?"

Shaking his head he walked out of the room. He changed his clothes and when he came back a large male lion lay on the bed. It purred quietly.

"Ariana?"

"You seem confused Virgil Sparda," the lion purred.

"Where's Ariana?"

"I am she. I am her blood beast Sun Dance."

He decided to ask her blood beast the questions that he doubted Ariana would tell him due to embarrassment.

"How would I gain control of her full power?"

The lion seemed to consider it. Then stared into his ice blue eyes. There was no emotion in the beasts gaze.

"Two must…"

The beasts' body began to quiver.

"Two must what?"

"That's for her to answer Son of Sparda."

The lion vanished leaving a heaving Ariana in its wake,

"Ariana?"

"Please don't force me to tell you."

"What's so…"

He saw the way she was quivering and it wasn't from the transformation. Two and two fell together.

"Ariana I command you to hate me!"

"What?"

"I want you to hate me."

"I cannot. You've shown me…"

"Shut up!"

She quieted down.

"Why do you hesitate when you know how to gain the power?"

"I do have some what of a conscience despite what others may believe."

Their eyes met. Her forest green eyes were dull now. There was no glitter or shine. Kneeling down beside her he caught her shoulders. "The thought of that scares you doesn't it?"

"The thought that scares me is the fact that the person that controls me doesn't have to love me."

"Is that why the other four didn't last?"

"They couldn't handle my blood beast or my attitude problem."

"I can withstand both does that mean something?"

"It can if you want it to."

Turning she headed out to the balcony. The sun was rising on the horizon. The breeze coming off the sea made her hair dance in waves. Her arms were crossed across her chest and her eyes were closed. The sun came up and bathed her in its fiery light. Then he noticed it. Her ears were pointed and there were two black streaks on her right cheek.

"Ariana?"

"Hm?"

She turned to face him. Her ears were dully now and the stripes were gone. "Something wrong hero?"

"No."

He walked away. She smirked at his retreating back. She knew he saw the markings and her cheeks. It had begun, and she feared it.

Cliff hanger… Thanks to all of those of you that reviewed.