I'm soooooooo sorry! I'm so lazy sometimes. I've had the worst writers block of my life!!! Anyways, I've started again... thank god. Next chapter!!!
"How do you know that I know what's going on?" Celeste gasped, clawing at the hand around her throat, "I've had my ass kicked by that bastard before, now he's obviously back for more."
Virgil narrowed his eyes and slammed her into the church wall, chunks of plaster falling around his boots.
"As entertaining as I find that explanation," He hissed in her ear, "I don't buy it."
"Why? Is it so hard to believe that there's someone else in Italy that enjoys making my life a misery besides you?" Virgil slammed her into the wall again. For a moment - barely a split second - her irises darkened and she blinked at him with bloodred eyes… then her eyes returned to normal as fast as they had changed.
Virgil felt the demon inside him coil into a defensive knot around his stomach.
"Nice eyes… aww, am I making you angry?"
The Lycan swiped at him with a claw… a huge, taloned claw and gave a scream. Her talons caught him on the side of his face. Instantly the cuts started burning and rotting. Celeste was silent, then she looked away. Beelzebub hadn't been lying.
"I guess that answers my question." He felt the festering wounds on his cheek, "So how'd you manage to look like-"
"A human?" She finished quietly. "All Hellhounds have Human forms, just like Demons do. I just don't use my Hound form." She looked out the window, "I was somehow seperated from Hell when I was a pup, and raised in France as a Human. One day my foster family was attacked by Beelzebub and his Hellhounds, and I found out what I really was... but I didn't want to be like them. So I ran. I've run since I was 12 years old, and they've still chased me - killing everyone who I get close to. I thought I'd finally found some peace when I found the Lycan clan about six months ago. I thought I'd found people who I could rely on to survive against the Hounds, so I asked to be made one of them. Now they were killed..." She smiled grimly, "and here I am today."
"So what is it that the Hounds want?"
"To take me back to Hell, to make me one of them again."
"Are there any... other little secrets I should know about? Evil Stepmothers?"
"No." She gave him a black look, "That's pretty much it."
"Good." He let her drop to her feet and shoved her back towards the Lycan den. He suddenly grabbed her wrist – hard - and drew her close enough for her to watch his skin knit itself back together. "And the next time you ruin my face," He breathed into her ear, "I get to ruin yours."
Celeste pulled back her arm violently, rubbing the wrist. For a moment, her eyes swam,
"What made you so cruel?" Virgil saw the pity hiding in her eyes and snorted in disgust, pulling the massive trapdoor to the rotting church closed with a bang.
"Back to your cage, canary."
They walked back along the tunnel in silence. Virgil barely managed to control his anger; she pitied him! Her? For a split second he'd wanted to shake the look from her blue eyes… eyes that made him feel petty. Made him feel… conscious. He shook the thought from his head; a conscience was the last thing he needed now.
"What no jokes?" Celeste said finally, "I'm not worth insulting any more?"
"I don't like Hellhounds."
"Then why don't you kill me?" With a smack, she turned off the safety lock on her gun, spun it, pushed it into one of Virgil's hands and pressed the barrel over her heart, tightening her hand over Virgil's so he couldn't let go of the gun. "Kill me." She said plainly. Virgil simply looked at the gun and was silent. "Do it! I'm making it easy for you!" She urged, "Silver bullet through the heart; Bang!... and you can have as much of Vatican City as you want."
With a thump, Virgil thrust her against the wall and making her gasp in surprise. The gun lay cold in his hands. Still silence.
"What are you waiting for?" She snarled. Virgil could tell she was angry; he could see her breathing and feel her pulse through her hand. Her eyes were wild, frantic. He reached over with his left hand and peeled her hand off his, dropping the gun to the floor. He got up and turned away to leave.
"Why didn't you kill me?"
He paused in the tunnel, though didn't turn. He could hear the anger fading from Celeste's voice; she was more curious.
"I don't like guns either." He said finally and left the room.
See, even I don't know why I'm writing this stuff. Most of the story isn't planned... some is... some isn't. Next update... umm... After Australia Day long weekend. X my heart!