Chapter 7

It was almost intimidating as Eva made her way to the front door. She took a few deep breaths and reminded herself that nothing should scare her, well, no one except her dad, but that was besides the point. Sparda was no threat to her and she had no reason to be intimidated by him.

She had spent most of her life fighting demons that were two to tree times her size. There was no reason that a door blocking her from the man who towered over her should make her heart throb faster in her chest. Though, in her defense, she was only given a month to get the medallion that the other man wore across his neck, or bad things would happen to her. She shuddered at the thought. Her bruises where still fresh from the previous night.

Eva raised her arm to knock but before her hand reached the wood, the door was swung open and an amused Sparda was standing on the other side. The man smirked in amusement as Eva's arm dropped to her side.

"I was wondering when you were going to knock."

Eva fought down a blush and glared as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I was getting to it."

Sparda smirked as he moved from the front door and allowed his guest entry into his home. Eva's glare softened into a look of hesitation as she entered. Her eyes remained glued to him as he led her into a room that she neglected to notice the day before.

Out of every room in the house that she had seen, this room was the cleanest. The light on the chandelier were bright and the marble floors were spotless. Counters were void of dust and the tables and chairs looked polished. It looked as though the man had thoroughly cleaned the one room in the house in anticipation of her arrival. The rest of the house still looked unused.

So," Eva hesitated to talk to the man and she instantly hated herself for it. Since when did she start acting like a fragile woman who had no mind, opinion, or strength of her own? "What do you want me to do today?"

Sparda turned to look at her and she held back a flinch. Why was his presence so strong? She didn't even notice him the day before, what was different?

"Today, you will cook lunch and we will share a meal."

Silence, a scoff, a look of disbelief, and then full blown laughter was his reply. Eva had never laughed so hard in her life. She expected to do hard labor, like cleaning his filthy house, but cooking was completely unexpected. The only thing making the situation even more hysterical in her eyes was the fact that she couldn't cook to save her life and the poor man didn't even know it.

"Why are you laughing?"

Eva wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at the man. Small chuckles escaped through as she tried to regain her composure. "I can't cook."

Her mouth clamped shut at the scrutinizing gaze the man used to look her over for any form of a lie and for the first time in her life she wished she had gone to school and learned home ec. It wasn't her fault that the only womanly figure in her home was the bitchy woman that was probably still sitting in the front of her house.

"Fine, you will help me cook."

Sparda turned away from the woman and made his way to the fridge. Eva stood in shock. She didn't expect him to cook with her. She had honestly hoped that he would make her do something more… laborious. He must have realized that she wasn't as feminine as most girls during their time. He must want to make her suffer.

"Put some water in this pot."

Eva groaned as she moved to do as she was told.

So her month of misery was about to begin.

A/N: It's been a while, ne? Sorry about that. Sadly, this fiction has hit a wall for me. Honestly, I don't know if I'm going to keep this story up or if my passion in writing this is going to magically rekindle when it comes to DMC, but I wouldn't hold high hopes. With that being said, and a heavy heart, I'm putting my fic up for adoption. If this story ends up being taken before I feel like writing again then I will relinquish my ownership to a new, qualified, owner and probably take a LONG hiatus from FanFiction.

As of right now, as to quote the infamous River Song, penny in the air.