Disclamer: I do not, nor have I ever, owned anything from the Devil May Cry series. This saddens me every time I must say it, so stop making me type IT!
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Once again, Taylor had fallen asleep while doing something that, at the time, wasn't even remotly borring. This, is a very bad thing to do, as what it was that was borring her was homework she had to finish within the next hour-and-a-half. By then, she'd be forced to turn off her lights and go to sleep. She had been busily working on an asignment she should have been working on for the past week, but decided to lay down. Sometimes, it would help her get ideas. You know, turning a school asignment on legends into a fanfic wasn't exactly anybodys' idea of a good report. Somehow, she managed the two things though. Sleepily, she glanced at the clock.
"Wha.. ? Crap!" Taylor gasped as she looked up to the clock. It was eight-thirty. She wasn't supposed to fall asleep. Looking hurridly around for her pen, Taylor grasped her book in her hands. She found the pen under her covers and started to read the last thing she'd written. It was really the only way she was able to return to her flow of writting in anything.
After reading the first few paragraphs, it came to her that the next part was supposed to be about how Sparda had received his name. With that much more information in her grasp, she began to scribble down on the papper what she thought she was able to remember from just before dozing off. Sometimes the noise from the TVs down stairs blocked her thinking, and Taylor was forced to read her thoughts out loud to keep a train going.
It was raining outside, and this also helpled her in focusing. It was a little warm in the room, so she decided to open the window. After all, the rain cooling the outside air would only take a few minutes to do the same to her room. Looking out at the driveway, she noticed something very odd. One spot on the concrete was not wet, though it was out in the middle of the large parking spot. No car had been over top of that space for hours, and it only just started raining thrity minutes ago. This peeked her curiosity, and she left her book by the window. She was still carrying her pen.
Walking quietly to the steps, Taylor examined the floor below. Her dad was out working for the next half hour, and her mom was in the family room watching TV. Again, her dad had left the kitchen TV on. She desperstley hoped that the noise from both TVs would be loud enough to keep her mom from hearing her.
Taylor put her foot on the first step, lowering it slowly, gently onto it's surface. The stairs creecked bad enough as it was. So, rather then rush down them and possibly wake-up her mom, who had most likely fallen asleep while watching TV again, she decided to ease her way down the passage to keep from making a roar of noise.
When finally she reached the bottom of the flight, there were only five steps remaining. They were to the left of her, and every peice of wood in both directions made niose. 'Why wood floors? Why!' she asked herself. With an air of uneasiness about her, Taylor placed a foot on the edge of the top step. Nothing yet. The second she placed her other foot on the stair it's self, a loud creeck sounded. Stoping and stiffening, she turned her head slightly to look at her mom. She was still asleep in the compfy recliner. With a slight, un-audible sigh, she countinued the descent. This time, with a new theory; the faster you go, the less chance the stairs have to creeck from the weight. This seemed to work better, as she got to the door in a few seconds. Then, there was another obstacle; the bells on the door. Originally, they were put there as Christmas decorations, but later they were left there because it made a great tool for telling when somebody was coming in through the front door. You could hear them from almost anywhere in the house. Plus, they weren't Christmas colors; they were gold. Therefore, it wasn't as stupid to leave them up. Or so it was theorized.
Carefully, Taylor clicked the lock to open and cringed as it became clear that nothing could be done quietly in this house. Thankfully, the alarm was off. Even better, she was able to keep things quiet by stoping the bells from vibratting. But, the screen door was locked. This door was even louder then the wodden inside door. 'Do we honestly need so many loud things in this house! We've already got a dog!' Taylor thought exasperatedly. Never the less, she pulled the door inwards and turned the lock in the propper direction, being careful not to double lock the door. Finally, she'd made it through the house of noisey doom!
She put one foot outside the now open screen door. The ground was cold from the dropping temperature, and it initially made her shiver. She quickly shook it off and moved her other foot outside as well. Turning, Taylor closed the heavy wooden door as quietly as humanly possible. It still sounded loud to her, but it was quieted by the other noises in the house. She held the screen door until it fell to the place where it normally slamed shut, then closed it as lightly as she could. Turning towards the driveway, Taylor attempted to look through the fence posts. It was impossible on this angle, though, and she walked under the slight overhang along the walkway to keep from being drenched by the rain. She knew that she'd be getting soaked as soon as she went into the middle of the driveway, but wanted to stay somewhat dry for now.
As soon as she reached the gate, Taylor jumped out of the cover of the house and pulled the latch on it up. Swinging the gate towards her and moving to the side, she dashed over to the place in the driveway where it was, surprissingly, still dry. The sky was completely gray, with no spaces in the clouds what-so-ever. It was amazing that this place remained dry. Even more surprising, was the shape it made on the hard ground; a qaurter moon shape. 'Wow... ' she thought with disbelief. It didn't seem possible. Just one space on the ground where the rain didn't reach. It just wasn't plausable... and that was the problem.
"Ahh.." Taylor gasped slightly. She was unable to turn the gasp into a scream, as she was knocked backwards. The spot was iluminatted with a red light. It rose up from the man made stone, bending the rain out of the way. The size of the dry spot increased to the size of queen bed, with the light following this outline all the way through. Soon, the dry area took a shape, draging the red aurora in an awkward manner. It took the shape of a man's full body on a crouched over side view. A portion of the light split as a form materialized in the center of it. The outlined figure walked forward as the lights rose to the skies, and Taylor gradually became more and more frightened. While at the same time, she didn't move at all. Curiosity almost killed the cat.
The figure came closser, and it became clear that this was a man. The rain seemed to make him almost glow, and it was an awesome sight. Now crouched low to the ground, she stared up at him, barely able to keep her eyes open as the rain hit them with an unforgiving baradge of cold drops. Soon, the man was standing right in front of her. Taylor didn't know what to do, and only sat there, trying not to show fear. This guy was obviously very... interesting to her to say the least.
He leaned over she quivered with a rush of something she didn't recognize. Then, he did something she didn't expect; he slid his arms under her and picked her up off the ground. Normally, she'd have fought somebody before they even got close to her, yet she didn't do anything to him when he lifted her.
Due to instinct, she pulled back to grab at his throat at first. But suddenly, she felt something that was almost telekenetic in nature. It was if an invisible force was telling her that he would not do her any harm. Like an animal sedated with trancs', she settled down and fell into his arms. Little did she know just who it was, and how long she'd waited for this day...
As the man walked forward, she impulsively looked up at him to see a smile on his face. As he re-entered the red luminous section of ground, she swore that she saw white, almost angelic wings on him. 'No. It can't be...' she told herself. The light was warm and the man's arms were gently rocking her as he walked. His company was a comforting thing to her for some reason, and she drifted into sleep as he hoisted her away. The only thing she saw before she was lifted into dreams once more was an oddly familiar car that schreeched to a stop in front of her house. It seemed like she was in her Heaven as the mysterious man took her away to a place that she somehow knew would change her from the outside in. The last things she heard were the panicked cries of the people in that car, who'd jumped out and raced towards her. But, why?
Taylor awoke to find herself still in the arms of the man. She could now see that he was wearing a red trenchcoat and had a massive sword mounted on his back. He had white hair that fell lightly over his well-defined facial features. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and he was almost dry. She knew she hadn't been out very long by the fact that her thick brown hair was still wet. It took a day or more to dry sometimes, but never over two days. That was slightly comforting. Looking more carefully at his face, he seemed to be asleep. Was he? Had he fallen asleep with her in his arms? She wondered...
"Hello." she said softly. The man stirred before opening his eyes all the way and looking down at her. He seemed startled and happy at the same time when he saw that she'd awakened.
"Well, hello." he said in the sweetest voice he could muster. It still sounded to have a sarcastic air about it, but she found this to be a playful guester, and loved that feature of him already. The man countinued to speak in this way, and he even tried to sound more sarcastic, which made her love him even more. She knew very well that she couldn't possibly love him, but also knew that she adored it when boys of all ages, above eight, talked in such a way. Usually, she responded well to that sort of thing when somebody above ten spoke in such a way. "I thought you'd never wake up. I've been wanting to hear your voice."
"Well, I've been wanting to hear your's." she said in a very playful way. This obviously pleased him, because he grinned and narrowed his eyes at her. Then, somebody that she hadn't noticed stepped out of the shadows and spoke directly to the man in the trenchcoat. He sounded to have a cold voice, even though he was being very warm and welcoming to her.
"Enjoy it now, Dante. The trance won't last much longer. Any minute now, she'll be just another scared human being in an unfimiliar place." The man in the shadows stepped out into the light, and Taylor glanced over at him. He was tall, and wore blue atire. His pants were brown, much like his gloves. His hair was spiked back in an unusual way, and it, too, was white.
"Way to kill my fun, Vergil. She is willing to do anything, remember? You said it yourself. No better time than now, right?" The man holding her had the name of Dante. That is, if she'd heard the other man right. His name appeared to be Vergil, according to Dante.
"So, your name's Dante?" she asked in a low voice. Dante smiled and looked down at her.
"Yeah. What's your's?" he said with an air of approval.
"Taylor." she said with a sly grin. Suddenly, she felt a slight rush of pain in the side of her head. With a low moan, Taylor layed her head on Dante's arm. It was surprisingly comfortable, and had it not been for the next rush of pain, she may have fallen asleep again. Vergil was speaking, but she couldn't hear him. There was a loud ringing in her ears.
"I told you it wouldn't last much longer. I can only make somebody think something for so long at a distance like that." Vergil said, looking down at the girl in his brother's arms. Vergil walked forward and placed a hand on Taylor's arm looking up at his twin again. "When do you think she'll notice?" Vergil asked with curiostiy. Dante just shrugged and looked up at his brother.
"I would hope pretty soon." Dante said with a devilish grin. Vergil sighed and shook his head.
"It won't be that easy, Dante. No matter how it was you interperated what I told you." said the blue clad twin with a hint of unhappiness in his voice. He, too, wished that wasn't the truth. There was no changing it though. What was, was.
Dante jumped back slightly when Taylor bolted upright and fell off his lap. She landed on the wood floor with a loud thump, but only grabbed at her knee for a second before getting used to the slight pain of hitting hard flooring. She looked back up at the men in the room. She obviously didn't know where she was. She was still leaning over on the cold flooring when vergil walked towards her. As she'd done when she first saw Dante, she didn't move. Only now, she knew who it was that came stridding over to her. "Vergil.." she breathed.
He didn't look at all surprised that Taylor already knew him, but was curious to know if she had noticed her own condition yet. She watched curiously as Vergil stopped right in front of her, and ran his eyes up and down her form. After watching him do this several times, Taylor looked down at herself. She was older then she'd been in her world. Whereas she'd been about twelve in the world she knew by heart, she was an aproximet eighteen here. She was thinner then she used to be, and even taller. And she was tall before. Looking at the floor in front of her, she noticed that her pen was laying there. She still had it? How?
"How did I get here? This was only supposed to happen in my imagination." Taylor asked. She was happy that she was here, but at the same time, confused and slightly scared. Vergil seemed to understand, and offered her a hand up. being herself, she didn't take it, but thanked him anyway. He looked dissapointed, but let it pass.
"You," Vergil said with a slight smile, " have a very powerful imagination." With that said, Dante walked over to them and looked at her with happy eyes, brushing past Vergil so he could get as close to her as possible.
"How about we see just how strong an imagination you have?" Dante asked her with a sarcastic air. She only laid upon him half the rage she might normally, as the tone of his voice got to her again. But, that was not something she was willing to forgive quickly.
"How about you go wait for me, and I'll come back when I've reached the age of ninety-five?" Taylor said in an unpleasant tone. She was faster then Dante anticipatted, and she managed to get a grip around his neck. Though normally, he would have shook anyone else off, he saw Vergil's look of complete disaproval, and knew he had it coming. He also knew, from what Vergil had told him about her mind, that she would never hurt him. He was right. She gripped and sqeazed his throat, but not enough to cut off his air source. Had it been almost anyone else she would have tightened her grip around them until they were on their knees. He respected that, and let it pass without further incident.
"I'm sorry. How about we kiss and make up?" Dante said with a sly smile. He was serious too. And, what's even more amazing, is that she considered it. Scince she was close to Dante, she didn't have much of choice in the matter though. He kissed her. Only lightly, but still not exactly what she'd wanted. He didn't grab her, and she could have pulled back, but she didn't. She was too tense with surprise.
Vergil pulled her back and took her over to the couch. "You need to keep away from that maniac until you've remembered what you need to. He'll find ways around what you want, to get what he wants. Not something that you'll be happy with." Vergil said in a serious tone. He had a more calming voice, while Dante's was more gaged towards fun and games. She liked both sorts of speech, and knew right away that she wouldn't mind it too much if she had to stay here a while. She was still very uneasy though.
"Vergil, don't make stuff up. Just tell her what she needs to know." Dante said as he waltzed over to the couch. He sat next to Taylor, and waited for Vergil to start explaining. Breathing deeply, Vergil looked over and nodded approval.
"Okay. I'll explain slowly. Understand, you're not in a dream."
So? What do you think? Comment, or I shall send Brain after you!
Brain: That's awful to say to them!
Me: I know! Muuwwuuwaaahhhahahahaha!
All names in this story were chosen for it, and it alone. I'm not using real names, aside from the ones from video games of course. Now, comment! Respond! Please! Forgive spelling. R&R