Call To Darkness: The Assassins' Story

Chapter 7: The Beast of Darkness pt.2

A/N: I've already explained this. But I will do it one more time. Not to offend or insult anyone or anything I spell Virgil like this because I want to. So I would appreciate it if people would stop telling me to spell it like this Vergil. I've gotten use to writing it the way I have so I'll keep up with it. The only thing I care about is that you like my work. As a reminder I've never finished a DMC game so I lack in knowledge about such things. I won't ask a DMC fan either they'd verbally bash me into the ground making me want to stop writing. Sorry to my fans for having to repeat myself again. However Humanharvest I thank you for reviewing.

Annabelle stood quietly in the clearing. Her mind racing over her life and the newness of the love she had for Dante. A slow smile graced her features. They had told her that he'd never love her in return but how she proved them wrong. The day they met flashed in her mind.

Flashback

Anna looked over her shoulder something was following her but she couldn't out run it without changing. The people around her kept her from changing her form. The scent of these beasts were off. Without a thought she plowed into a dark alley way. She stopped when she realized she was surrounded. The creatures inched from the shadows. They looked like cats that couldn't keep their forms. (shadows from DMC 1) She backed up as far as she could but it wasn't very far. Her body was itching to fight in her true form.

"Am I interrupting something?" a cocky voice asked.

She looked and there stood a red clad stranger. He had a cocky smirk on his face as he leaned against a building. His arms were crossed giving him this smug look. "Come now boys you should know better than to corner such a beautiful lady."

The beasts turned from her and began to circle the stranger. The smirk on his face became bigger. Drawing Alastor he was ready to fight. With ease he was able to bring down the shadow like creatures. He however wasn't able to get away unscathed. Blood stained his already red coat dark crimson. Turning towards her he scrutinized her form.

"Are you a Dragon Mistress?"

"Depends on who's asking?"

"I don't have time for this woman," he growled. "You're name is Annabelle right?"

"Why would anyone send you to find me?"

"I don't know," he growled.

Walking forward he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Put me down!" she snarled.

"Nope, I'm to return you safely to your Queen, She paid a high price for you."

Annabelle shut up for the moment, but she didn't have to take this crap from him. Inwardly she swore vengeance. With a huge leap he was on top of a building. With great strides he leapt from one to another until they landed heavily on her balcony in Selena's home. The scent of his blood was stronger than before.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

He seemed a bit unsteady. Carefully he sat her down on her feet. He tried to pull away, but she caught his face in her hands and looked into his eyes. They weren't focusing properly.

"I'm fine..."

He jerked away from her only to stumble and fall off the balcony into a rose bush. She covered her mouth to hide the fact that he was really funny when he was hurt. Shaking it off she leaned over to look to see if he was all right.

"Excuse me are you all right?"

He didn't answer her. "Hello?"

He still didn't answer. Getting worried she called her silver dragon, Serenity to her to get the stranger into her room on her bed. The dragon hissed her concern over this stranger. She shushed the dragons protests. Selena decided to walk in at that moment.

"Anna? What..."

"He's hurt."

Selena shook her head. Checking him over he was all right.

"He'll live. He's a son of Sparda."

"Sparda?"

That name sounded vaguely familiar to her but it was so long ago when she heard it. "What's his name?""You like him?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

Selena rolled her eyes. Anna fussed over him until he was better. He was getting ready to leave.

"Will you be back Dante?"

"I hope not."

Turning away he walked out the door, but that wasn't for the last time she had a feeling.

End Flashback

After that day they had managed to fall in love and not kill each other. Taking a deep breath she watched the moon rise. Her body began to pulse. Within the blink of an eye she was a midnight black dragon with silver eyes. She let out a small snarl. Then she realized that she was surrounded by at least ten devils. What the others didn't realize that when the moon was blood red she was in complete control of her dragon form whereas on other full moon nights she wasn't. With a deep throated roar she took wing. The only thing that could call her from that sanity was blood. Anyone's blood could set her off. Especially if its the blood of someone she cared about. She feared what she would do if someone shed Dante's blood. They were mates and it might make things worse than before. That's why she wanted Dante to stay away. If those devils shed his blood she'd go on a killing spree that'd kill all the devils in the world until one rose to kill her.

"So, the were dragon has risen," a voice hissed.

"Sparda won't be able to protect you now little dragon," another devil said.

'I can fight now...' she thought darkly. 'Wait Sparda? Dante's father...'

Looking through the shadows she found that majority of them. Her teeth gleamed in the pale red light. The sound she hadn't wanted to hear came crashing through the woods. Her head jerked up. 'DANTE!' her mind screamed. Diving into the trees she landed with a crushing blow on top of one of the devils turning them on her again.

"You'll pay for that were dragon."

She snarled an answer back at them to deny them the knowledge of her sanity.

"Anna!"

She heard Dante yell. The remaining devils got this evil smirk as they heard the half devil yell. A threating growl escaped her as she got into a crouching position ready to attack. Dante came charging in and came to a skidding halt. Anna stopped her growling as she stepped off the dead devil and stepped in front of Dante. One devil stood up from their crouch. He noticed the sanity in her eyes. He backed off.

"What are you doing?" the commander asked.

"She's not wild. There is sanity in her eyes."

He backed up. When a dragon was sane and could fight well he knew when to back off. Not to mention the fact that this were dragon was protecting Dante Sparda, the son of The Dark Devil Knight Sparda. (I love that title) If his senses were correct then she was carrying the devils blood within her and by dragon standards that made them mates. Turning away he bolted into the night.

"Traitor," the commander hissed. "Anyone else?"

The other devils looked at each other and turned and fled into the night coming to the same conclusion as the first devil.

"It appears Commander that your followers are wiser than you," Selena hissed.

"I'll finish this on my own," he snarled and went strait for Dante.

Annabelle saw it and leapt forwards tearing into the commander, but not before he drew some of Dante's blood. Anna without thought ripped the commanders head off and spit it out. Everyone backed away from her as her eyes bled into a deep crimson.

"Anna," Dante said softly.

She growled dangerously.Dante slowly approached her.

"Dante don't," Selena warned so not to take Anna's attention from nothingness.

Anna's attention turned to Dante and snarled. Virgil took a step towards Dante. Something slammed into Virgil knocking him away from Dante.

"This isn't your battle Virgil, its his."

Everyone recognized Asha. Her forearm was holding his throat. "The rest of you leave Dante needs to bring her sanity back."

"What would you care Asha?" Selena hissed.

"Because Saparda told me to watch out for her, and I am. So get the hell out of here!"

The group turned to leave. Virgil looked at her with a strange look in his eyes

"Are you going to let me go?" Virgil asked.

"No," she said quietly.

She dropped her arm to release him. From somewhere deep within her she felt a need to be with this Sparda twin, but with the situation she couldn't take advantage. "I suggest you leave now," she said.

Before she turned to leave he grabbed her arm.

"Thank you."

"Sure."

She hid the disappointment well or so she thought. The urge was to great and their lips crashed together in a passionate kiss one that held great promise. Asha pulled away and vanished leaving the blue Sparda twin to do the same.

Meanwhile...

"Anna," he said quietly.

The dragon just hissed. "Come on baby, I can't help you if you won't talk to me."

The dragon lunged forward ready to rend him to pieces. His instincts to fight back were killing him on the inside. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. (poor soul can't even detect what the other devils did of course he wouldn't know what to look for.) The dragon mantled its wings and leapt into the air. Dante changed into his Devil Trigger and leapt into the air following her. She let out a tremendous roar. It resonated through him. For some reason he felt something stir within him. The moon was setting now and he hoped that he could out last her now. (the devils stalking her was a time lapse of a few hours.) She went strait for him. With ease he dodged her attacks. The good thing was she was big and he was faster than she was. Her huge jaws snapped shut really close to him making him dodge backwards. The feeling he had before washed over him making him relax a little bit by that time it was to late she had him in her jaws. Blood dripped to the floor as she landed with him in her jaws. She dropped him and pinned him to the ground with her huge claws. His blood dripped from her fangs. Dante was really fighting the urge to fight back. About midway from her snapping his head off she jerked and her eyes changed colors for a second. Jerking backwards she moved away from him and began to roar as she leapt skyward. Dante sluggishly followed. When she stopped she landed heavily on some graves. Her sides heaved as she lay there. He looked at the stones and his eyes widened.

A/N: Cliff hanger... love um... I'll try to post the next part as soon as I can.