In the Dark
Sparda and Eva sat on the sofa watching TV while Dante and Vergil watched the natural wonder outside.
The twins were standing on chairs with their heads poked underneath the drawn curtains. It was winter and as such the darkness had fallen earlier…which gave the perfect blackened conditions for an impressive thunderstorm.
The booming drum rolls that could be felt echoing in their chest were rapidly followed by the accompanying light display of the erratic lightning flashes. If they could be bothered to remember what their mother had told them they would know that this meant that the centre of the storm was very close to them.
Very close…
So close, in fact, that one wild electric bolt leapt down from the sky like a striking snake and earthed in such a way as to meet up with the tame electricity that kept the entire street running. In short, there was a blackout.
As everything electric in the house snapped off the boys yelped in surprise while Eva gasped and Sparda huffed…he'd been enjoying the programme in relative peace and quite and now this had to happen. It would be ages before they would re-run it.
"Aww man." Dante grumbled. "This stinks."
"Wasn't me." Vergil hurriedly retorted.
"I meant that this is bad." Dante corrected him. "The lights have gone out…bad…it stinks, bites, is rubbish and sucks."
At this point they were briefly outlined by another flash of lightning leaving a brief after image in the eyeballs of their parents. They all made themselves content to wait for the lights to come back on.
Five whole minutes passed and it seemed that no one in the power company was doing them any favours and the darkness prevailed...unfortunately no-one could remember if there were any torches in the house, let alone where they would be if they had any, thus they could only sit back and wait some more. After another minute or two the sound of Dante hopping off his chair could be heard.
"Mum, can I get a can of coke?"
"Of course."
"Thanks." His gratitude was followed by his footsteps heading for the kitchen from which there came the sound of the now silent fridge opening and closing…then the hissing of the can being opened which was then punctuated with a 'thunk' as the can hit the floor and a scream from the boy who had been holding it.
Sparda leapt to his feet without a second thought, jumped over the sofa and raced to where the sound had originated, he was met by his son coming the other way who careened into him.
"There's something in there!" the boy yelped, face briefly lit up with a flash of pale blue that showed the fear in his eyes.
The Dark Knight padded into the kitchen but could find nothing there and could feel no presence of any kind, no hint of demonic energy…not even the energy of a roach which may have somehow passed Eva's cleanliness. "Dante, the kitchen it empty. Apart from us, the house is empty."
"No…there was something there." He wined, pointing into the room and bouncing on his toes. "I felt something…something touched me! I swear!"
"Dante, there isn't-" but his sentence got no further as his near hysterical son interrupted.
"There's something in the dark!"
Vergil, still in the living room began to laugh heartily. "Dante's scared of the dark! Hahahahaha!"
"I'm not!" Dante yelled. "It's what's in the dark! There's something there!"
Vergil continued to chuckle with glee even when Eva scolded him for doing so.
Frustrated and afraid, Dante began to cry. "Don't laugh at me! Shut up!"
"Make me!"
Sparda took Dante's hand and roared at Vergil to cease his mocking and apologise. The stern expression illuminated by lightning and heralded by thunder crashes caught Vergil's attention instantly; he stopped sniggering, said he was sorry and was then sent to bed early without the usual mug of hot chocolate.
A couple of minutes later, the power was back on and Dante was calm. And when it was time for bed everything went as normal…until the light was turned off.
Eva and Sparda heard him knock tentatively on their door before entering, dragging Rebellion behind him and telling them that he could hear things in the shadows.
In the end Dante fell asleep in his own bed…in his father's lap.
This nyctophobia lasted all of one night as Dante soon came to realise that he could beat up anything that came out of the darkness. Regardless of this Vergil loved to tease him about it but Dante would always remind his dear brother of how he had been seen curled up with his oldest teddy bear which was usually buried at the very bottom of the ottoman while Dante had gone for his sword.
End
Author's Note – Lookee…a link to my dear Chicken-Chans pic of lil Jackpot Don't forget to replace the things in brackets with the actual symbols…I wish FF would just upload links properly rather than making you type them out all arse about face. Err…it was actually ready about a week ago but I clean forgot to post the link…don't hit meeeee!
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Anyway…this chapter was another 'awww' moment rather than a funny…I seem to be running low on humour at the moment. I'll try to rectify this with the next chapter…over the next few weeks I'm going to try and write chapters to the suggestions you have all been giving me so…yeah…we'll see how it goes.
100+ REVIEWS PARTY! GO CRAZY, WOOOO! Can you tell I'm happy? Today you all get cookies, muffins, ice-cream and cake! Me so happyyyyy!
Bustahead – Another perfect suggestion…ah…a plot is already brewing. Thank you!
Ri2 – I wish I knew what to say…umm…wow…sorry to hear about your dog…but thank you for reviewing.
Mor – Hurrah for England. We should make it our mission to introduce our sleepy little island to the wonders of fanfiction. Thank you for the review and I'm glad I managed to improve your day.
GryronInferno46 – A wedding on Sparda's side? Scary thought (shudder) and poor Eva too! I think I might do a wedding one but I'll keep it on Eva's side…seeing as how the underworld is out of bounds and I think Sparda would have been disowned for what he did. We have cookies today; you're threat worked. Thankee for reviewing again.
Kid-Author – Muchos thanks for review. You can have cookies but not Jackpot; I'm still using him…but I'm sure the rest of the litter is around somewhere (sees ball of flames shoot past) there, see…
Meirelle – Glad you liked it. Thank you. I can only wonder how many people in their street have had strange problems since they arrived…
Splendid Shadows – Thankee (grins) wow…you're dog must be one hell of a handful if she's like Jackpot. Good things she's got no flames or you'd spend a fortune in carpets.
Kerrianne Harrington – Thank you. I have no dog and no kitten…what I do have, however, is a very large cat. His name is Greebo and he is a greedy, grumpy old man. But I love him anyway.
BiOhAzArD – I hate clowns…clowns are evil…clowns are scary…clowns are one of my all time greatest fears along with porcelain/china dolls and being buried alive…Sparda should kill the clowns…oooh…look at that…chapter plot.
