Luc de'Lireon: For those who are curious at to exactly how Yvette really looks or close to it, there are now links in my profile that will take you to a few pics showing her appearance, as well as one pic of the sword she will be using.
Disclaimer: Seriously...if i owned the rights to the game...i'd have had my character as one of the playable ones, but sadly that never will happen. :(
It Begins
"So…let me get this straight, some dude came into your shop, asking for you, telling you about some invitation from your brother…and you expect me to believe that afterwards demons just popped out of nowhere and attacked?" Asked Yvette, while walking next to the biggest wisecracker she ever met down the deserted street in the direction of a tower not far off. "Not only that…but you mean to tell me that this so called invitation was for a fight?"
Dante kept his smirking face forward "Yep."
This prompted her to step in front of him, halting his advance to face him with an unbelieving look. "You know what I think?" She began, before walking off in a different direction, "I think you're completely psycho…all this talk of demons, and demon hunting, and junk is just…I can't even begin to tell you how f-" before she could even finish her ramblings, a cloud of sand not but five inches away from her burst into existence, startling her enough to make her scream and run into Dante, face buried into his chest, arms around his waist asking for protection. She heard a couple gunshots followed by a deep guttural screech of something hurt before it died down. Too afraid to look she jumped when a hand came to rest on her head. "Heh…you weren't scared were you?" Came the ever-sarcastic amusement in Dante's voice. Looking up to glare at his increasingly annoying, smirking face, she noticed she was still in his arms.
"Damn, he has beautiful eyes…Wait a minute! What the fuck am I thinking!?" She jumped back out of his grasp turned around to hide the obvious blush on her face, scowling at her moment of weakness. "Argh…damn this female body! I know I used to be scared when something jumps out but shit…that was just not my usual reaction!"
"Now do you believe me?" He asked, resuming his trek towards the tower.
Catching up to walk next to him she muttered just loud enough for him to hear, "You are such an asshole." Glaring daggers at the open space between them and their destination. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "you'll get used to it." A few minutes of silence passed before they came to a blockade of rubble within their path. There was a bar called the Bulls Eye Bar to their left, half the sign crushed by the pile of fallen buildings, the remaining part still lit and sparking. Graffiti plagued the walls of the many buildings that still stood if not slightly damaged. Part of a fence mangled to their right. It was quiet…too quiet. "Oh this is great…now how the hell are we going to get there?" exclaimed Yvette, walking towards the pillared area next to the bar to sit. Dante didn't answer as he started checking the door to the bar to see if it was locked. "Yes…just ignore me…I don't mind!" She thought looking away from him to the far corner where the darkened alleyway lay. She zoned out to her own thoughts but barely caught the sound of something above her."Where is that buzzing coming from? Sounds like…some kind of weird sci-fi aircraft or…something." Turning her head in the direction Dante was, she caught sight of something on top of the other building, her eyes widen in shock. "What the hell is that!?" Her shock turned to horror as it took notice of her, and fired what looked like to be three energy type spears. She dove out of the way, not even getting a good look at the creature, but rolled into something she couldn't quite describe, but knew it wasn't friendly. The thing raised a scythe to strike her where she sat, but before it connected she had rolled to the side, getting to her feet she ran into the clearing. Remembering she was given a sword she took it from her back and stood in a clumsy sword stance, facing three reaper-like demons, trying to calm down enough to think clearly. "Oh man…uhh…what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?" She frantically thought, as they were inching closer and closer to her trembling form. They were right on top of her, weapons raised to slash at her. Acting on impulse and fear, she dove forward passed the middle one before she was struck, slicing the demon in half, then throwing caution to the wind once more, turned around with a outward slash across the backs of the other two offending reapers, turning them to dust. Suddenly remembering about the thing on top of the building she turned and was shocked to see Dante standing there instead, with a proud look on his face.
"I knew you could handle it." He said, in that cocky way.
Yvette just stared at him in disbelief, "You mean to tell me…you just sat there and watched?!"
His look changed to mock-hurt; "Hey…I took care of the aerial distractions for you." Jumping from his perch, he walked back to the door of the bar and went inside.
Placing the sword on her back once more, she thought over what he had said."Distracion(s)? Wait…there were more of those things!?" Looking around the street to find she was alone, she never wasted any time to catch up to him inside. Sliding to the floor against the door, she couldn't take it anymore, reality as she knew it was dead and gone, replaced by something much more frightening. Sobbing into her arms that came to rest on her knees, she thought, "Why did this sort of thing have to happen to me? It's just not fair…I mean just why should I have to go through all this? Stupid Dante just drags me into his little war and expects me to act like it's no big deal! God, just look at me…bawling like a baby…usually I'd be cursing everything and beating a table, screaming at nothing…but this, just what the fuck did I do to deserve this kind of torture?"
Dante came from behind the bar with a couple of glasses full of water, and sat down next to her. She looked at him for a second, glared at him as best she could before she buried her face once again and continued to sob. Dante sighed, set one glass down and wrapped an arm around her, to comfort her. "Look…If it makes you feel any better, I want to apologize." Looking at him questioningly, sniffling, wiping a few tears away, "What for?" came her haggard voice. "For getting you involved without thinking of how you felt about all of it. Here." He said, handing her the water.
"Thanks." She took a drink of it, to help her regain her voice. "Go on."
"I'll let you have the choice…when you've calmed down enough, you can quit, and go your own way and forget about all this, or you can stay here, where I'll teach you the basics on how to fight these things, and continue on." He wasn't being sarcastic, she could tell, he was actually giving her a choice. "I-I'll have to think about it." She responded, looking away.
They sat like that for a long time, her leaning against him, his arm still around her shoulder. She knew if she didn't end this she'd fall asleep, so she stood up and stretched, before saying in a low manner, "Thanks…I-I needed that." He stood up grabbing both empty glasses, stepping toward the bar counter and setting them there. "No problem. So…you reached a decision yet?"
"Well…I've given it a lot of thought…and realized I have no place to go, so…I guess I have to choose to stay." She looked around the bar, part of it caved in, the debris of the ceiling lay along the far corner, the one support beam holding the rest of the place up had a few big chunks missing but not enough to crumble it to the ground anytime soon. "Now that's the spirit…shall we get started on your basic training?" Uttered Dante, stepping toward the center of the bar, taking out his sword.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she took out her own sword. "Let's get started…the sooner the better, right?"
A couple hours went by with a few lessons in swordplay, and a little gun practice with the bottles of booze at the bar, before they decided to continue on. It had been an agonizing experience, and at times it was infuriating. The only reason she was a little annoyed right now was because he made a comment of her being cute when angry. He only said it to toy with her emotions…and it worked. They entered the back, grabbing the sawed-off shotgun from the wall along the way, just in case. What greeted them next made Yvette both surprised, yet at the same time irritated. Irritated that it was a strip joint, surprised that she was irritated by it. "I used to go to these a lot…though thinking about how it would feel to be up there for a living…not a good thought. You win again womanhood."
The place had seen better days, the rafters of lights toppled from the ceiling blocking the entrance to the dressing area, blood smeared across the floor where people were dragged by who knows what, the tables and sofas upturned, a couple slot machines toppled, hell there were slash marks on the walls and bloody handprints; there was a double stairwell over the back door which could be the only exit available, one set of stairs damaged by pieces of the crumpled statue above it, there were pictures of women in lingerie on the wall, or against the wall much to Yvette's irritation once again. "They're going to pay for messing up my favorite hangout." Came Dante's voice, eliciting a glare towards him from Yvette before she started heading towards the exiting doors, obviously having enough of this place. Dante catching this action said to no one in particular, "What did I say?" before following her. Yvette was just about to cross under the balcony to the exit, when she took notice of a pile of dust fall from above. Putting her hand on the hilt of her sword she turned her head upward, to see three bigger reaper-type demons disappear. She frantically looked around not moving from her spot, though she probably should have, for they had come back into view, materializing on three sides of her, scythes raised above their heads. Thinking quickly she jumped backward from them down into the bottom floor where paying customers would most likely be. Dante was poised and ready for anything these guys would throw at them. They stood next to each other, swords drawn, more, lesser demons came out behind them. "I'll take these three…think you can handle the others?" Dante suggested with that cocky smirk on his face. Now back-to-back Yvette facing the newcomers she answered with, "Just as long as you stay out of my way." Sounding cocky herself though deep down she was terrified. "I vowed to never be a burden…this is my chance."
Dante chuckled a little, "Well in that case…let's rock baby!"
Both separated and charged into the fray, Yvette ducked a slash across the face, to bring her sword upward through the offending demon, destroying him. With no time for a victory smile, she had to side step another attack that struck the ground, lodging the scythe where it hit. Using it as a vault she did the exact move she used on Dante earlier at the shop, this time hitting the demon between the eyes with it's own weapon. Meanwhile, Dante was busy fending off the three demons of his choice, barely even breaking a sweat, he blocked one in a hold, both sword and scythe locked, pulled out Ivory and opened fire on the other two sending them staggering backward before letting the scythe fall to the ground taking a step away in one quick motion spinning in a three-sixty, slicing the demon completely in half. "Tch…too easy." He said, looking in the direction of the other two. Yvette ran up on the stage, being backed into the stripper pole, she looked around to see she was surrounded by too many to count in her situation. She took one look at the pole and thought of an idea. "I hope this works." She put away her sword, grabbed the pole and started to run around it, gaining momentum; pulling herself up onto the pole she wrapped her legs around it. While still spinning, she pulled out both revolvers and opened fire with her arms outstretched on either side of her, hitting all if not most of the demons around her, turning them to dust. She then let go of the pole sending her across the room a couple feet landing with a flip in a crouched position. Dante witnessing the whole ordeal couldn't help but utter, "Woo…that's one way to ride the pole." Getting back to his fight, led them both to where she was, Yvette stood up putting away her revolvers and pulling out her sword, she stood back to back with Dante once again. "I can't believe that actually worked!" Thought Yvette, as she stared face to face with one of the first demons to have shown their ugly faces. Both scythes raised, they then came down only to be blocked by both swords, locked within a struggling hold. Both Yvette and Dante looked back at each other and towards the other demon. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Asked Dante. "I don't know…let's see and find out." Came Yvette's reply, prompting both to let the offending weapons go, ducking in the opposite direction of both only to switch demons and impale them through the ribcage, then bring their swords through their skulls, ending the battle.
Dante looked over at Yvette with another proud expression. "You're getting the hang of this sort of stuff, you know that?" She was panting like crazy, leaning on her sword for balance. "Yeah? Thanks…but you're still going to get it for that pole comment, after all this is over that is." She retorted, after catching her breath.
He shrugged before heading towards the exit, Yvette following in stride. Upon exiting, they found they were back outside; it was nightfall, the moon full like a big never blinking eye overhead in the distance. The sign above them was hanging on by a thread, though still lit. "Love Planet? That has got to be the most idiotic name for a strip joint I have ever had the misfortune of laying eyes on!" She thought before taking notice of the street itself. It was chaos; buildings lie in ruins, the street caving in, rubble and streetlamps everywhere. A few streetlamps that weren't uprooted were now viciously sparking as they fought to stay alive, papers from either books or magazines were being blown away by the wind. There stood the tower…in all it's glory, as Yvette gazed at it's height, she couldn't help but be amazed at how easily it could dwarf even the tallest building. "That…is one big ass tower." She muttered to herself. Noticing that Dante had walked a good distance away, she ran to catch up.
When she finally caught up, they were already within the towers walls. It was a breathtaking sight; the dome-like area of what looked to be of a gothic mixture of medieval times, the gated windows behind them, the lit torches on olden sconces…it was truly an eerie, foreboding sight to see. She turned her attention toward the back where a huge blockade of ice stood. Walking away from the entrance, they both headed towards the icy creation that lay before them. It looked to have three heads, all in the shape of a dog's. As they got closer the ice began to crumble away to reveal a huge three-headed ice covered dog. This made Yvette stop in her tracks, eyes wide as dinner plates. "Holy screaming sheep shit!" She exclaimed, as the huge creature jumped out at them only to be stopped short of snapping their head off by mere inches by the three links of chain holding the beast back. Dante just stood there unaffected by it…in fact he had a smirk so wide you'd swear you could see his gums from five miles away.
"Leave now mortals! The likes of you are forbidden in this land. You who are powerless are not worthy to set foot here." Spoke the three-headed beast.
Dante chuckled a bit before responding cockily, "Wow, I've never seen a talking mutt before. You know it a dog show, you'd definitely take first place." This made Yvette look at him as if he had just lost his fucking mind.
"You, a mere human, make a mockery of me?" Came the offended reply of this beast before it blew its icy breath in their direction, making Dante jump upwards, while Yvette dove to the side. The blast struck the only exit, freezing it closed, they were now trapped with this beast.
"Easy, Fido! How about I take you for a walk? Come on puppy. Let's go!" Dante kept taunting this behemoth as if it didn't have any fight in it, leaving Yvette to question his sanity.
"You'll regret this you worm!" It yelled, now fully pissed.
Preparing for the fight, doing a few punches in the air he muttered "It's Showtime. Come on!" All while Yvette took this time to mentally curse ever meeting this sadistic bastard.
Luc de'Lireon: WELL, another chapter bites the dust, it's 4:32 AM, and I feel a cramp in the back of my neck. Yes you will be left with a cliffy! MUAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAHH!!! cough cough HAHAHAHAH! Anyway...please review, i know I didn't say it last chapter but, all i need is one review, each new chapter...I don't even care if it's a flame. Just one will do!
Yvette: Yes...that's right...beg for it. You know you have no choice but to!
Luc de'Lireon: You know, if you mess with me...i'll just make you have your first period in the story...how does THAT sound?!
Yvette: OO...i'll be quiet now...
Luc de'Lireon: That's what i thought. Well anyway, this is Luc de'Lireon saying "Good write...good night."