As the nauseating and agonizing reminiscence faded back into the recesses of my mind, where it belonged,
I quickly found that I was no long leaning against the light pole. I gathered the vestiges of my strength and forced my eyes to open, blinking through the haze as I stared up into the night sky, groaning slightly before I willed myself to sit up. I grunted in pain as the back of my head was suddenly engulfed in a throbbing pain that I could only guess was now a rather large bump.
"D-Damn it...that's the last time I do that…" I mumbled under my breath as I gently rubbed the back of my head, wincing as I pulled my hand back, looking down to see a few smeared splotches of blood in the palm of my hand. I grit my teeth, my hand trembling with anger before I clenched it tightly, my nails digging into the palm of my hand, drawing blood as I bowed my head. There was no use getting upset about things that had already passed…I held no power over them and never would. I heaved out another sigh as I unclenched my hand, letting the blood slowly ooze down my fingers as I sat there in silence.
It was several long minutes of quiet thinking before I was suddenly pulled from my thoughts by a familiar sound, I blinked away those dark and depressing thoughts and let another sigh escape my lips before my brain registered the familiar sound. I looked around the area, trying to locate it as my eyes snapped wide open as a bright cherry red Cadillac turned down onto the street. I shivered at the sight of the car, watching as the light reflected marvelously off of the paintjob, before quivering at the purr of the engine soon found its way to my ears. I tilted my head as my cheeks flushed a bright crimson, clearly entrance by the cars beauty, it was then that something caught my eye. I arched an eyebrow before annoyance suddenly flooded through my body, I heaved out an aggravated sigh as I watched the car pass by. I knew exactly who owned that car, and as annoyed as I would be, and I knew that I would be exceedingly annoyed…I had to own up that it was one sweet ride.
My eye began to twitch as my cheeks further flushed, I really didn't want to go and deal with that nuisance, but I knew if I didn't go, I wouldn't get my compensation for the month and more than likely someone without a doubt would come looking for me wondering why I didn't come looking for my money. I gasped slightly as worry rushed throughout my body as a realization hit. If I didn't go, then they might discover him and try to harm him in some manner. Something told me he could more then take care of himself, but at the same time I felt this strong urge to protect him. Though I hardly knew him and he'd done nothing but threaten and injure me, I wanted to defend him.
The urge to protect that stranger gave my body the strength it needed to stand up, while I ignored the piercing pains in the pit of my stomach. I looked down the street at the flickering neon red sign, sighing as I heard the Cadillac's engine roar loudly before it went hushed. I tilted my head, letting my eyes wander down to the car, watching as the driver's side door opened, I felt my heart beginning to wildly race, pounding hard in my chest as I leaned against the lamp post to keep myself from falling to my knees. I didn't like this feeling and yet at the same time, my body did. It yearned for this…and I gladly fought it with everything I had. I would not give that jackass the pleasure of seeing me like this. Fawning like some flustered school girl. Not a snow ball's chance in he-…
"I can forgive you eye humping my car over me…I can even forgive you giving me the cold shoulder, when I'm nothin' but nice to you…but what I can't forgive is you bleedin' all over my street." I let out a high shriek as I jumped back from the light pole, turning on my heel as I drew my gun without a second thought at that voice. It belonged to the one "man" that filled me with so many emotions and feelings that I thought would go insane.
My cheeks flushed a bright crimson as I stared up at him, my eye twitching slightly when I saw him leaning on the light pole, his back facing me, such a rare opportunity being given to me, considering he never turned his back on anyone except those he trusted. That dark crimson coat he always wore was stained with the blood of today's mission, no doubt his and probably belonging to some daemons. Normally it was the latter of the two.
He was extraordinarily skilled at what he did, but he was also undoubtedly insane. Always recklessly going headlong into hazardous situations without a second thought as to what could happen. Never second guessing himself. Sometimes I wanted to slap him upside the head with something heavy…but the last time someone did that, it didn't end so well for them. I don't know the finer points and I certainly don't want to know.
I shook my head before letting my eyes roam up his backside, slightly marveling at how tall he was. Standing at an astonishing six foot two, it always left me speechless. I felt my stomach tighten when my eyes stilled on those broad and well-developed shoulders of his, always carrying an unseen weight, it made me wonder just what it was. I had thought to ask, but wasn't sure that I really wanted to know the answer. A burden everyone had to face when they did and didn't want to know something.
"Are you gonna just stand there starin' at my ass or are you gonna come back to the shop and get that injury wrapped up?" He drawled out, shaking his head before he turned on his heel to face me, his coat tails swirling around wildly as he did so, making me go wide eyed at the sight of his face.
His facial features were rugged and intense, hardened with unrefined emotion I doubt a normal man could even hope to muster. Those elegant silver eyebrows knit together, his eyes narrowing with impatience as I ignored his inquiry, which seemed only to further infuriate him. Clearly by not giving him a straight forward answer, I knew I was just jumping on his last good nerve. How did I know that? Well…
While I was standing there taking in his appearance,
he had heaved out an exasperated sigh before easily clearing the distance between us, wrapping one well muscled arm around my waist, hefting me onto his shoulder. I let out a surprised yelp when I finally snapped out of my stupor, shaking my head before I fully registered the heat of his shoulder pressed hard against my stomach and his cologne slowly surrounding me. I held down a whimper as best I could as he began to walk down the road back to his shop. There wasn't really much of a point to putting up a struggle since he was far more physically powerful and he could move more rapidly than I could. So I accepted my fate and just let him carry me back to the shop, my legs were worn-out and the throbbing in my stomach was greater than before.
I could feel my abdomen tense with every stride that he took, it was truly testing my endurance to pain, and I was commending myself for not getting sick right then and there. Forcing myself to be in command of my body for once in my entire existence, I sunk my teeth into my lower lip, doing my best to distract myself from the stabbing pains in my stomach.
Through the haze of my pain, my concentration was suddenly broken by the familiar ring of a male voice that I had come to know all too well. I felt something stirring in the lower pit of my stomach as a burning need was beginning to smolder and churn inside of me. I wasn't aware that anything was giving away this embarrassing little secret until that melodious voice rang in my ears.
"How is it women just keep dropping into your lap?" He said, hefting a rather remarkably large broad sword onto his shoulder as moonlight gleamed off of the magnificently designed blade. I marveled at the shimmering gears near the hilt, watching as they spun and revved under his ministrations, causing a slight spark of fire to shoot out near the mechanism.
The blade as simply a work of art, I'd once had the absolute pleasure of clashing guns against that gorgeous weapon. I shuddered happily at the thought of going toe to toe again with her, I licked my lips, watching as her gears revved, and spitting fire out as the blade slowly began to heat up. It was as if she was trying to egg me on.
You're probably wondering why I'm refereeing to the sword as a female. That's because she is a female, all weapons have a gender when they are crafted, and it's up to the craftsman to determine the sex. I was taught this by the very man carrying me. All of his weapons were in fact female, as many weapons were. It was very uncommon to have male weaponry. Some called it a blight, others a blessing. I called it an endowment.
As it were, my firearms were male and I was dammed proud of that.
Heartbreaker & Massacre
Both are exceptionally lethal weapons crafted to aid me in what I set out to do…mercilessly murder any poor soul I get commissioned to send back to the Gates of Hell.
Heartbreaker is the first and by far the most lethal of my arsenal of weapons. He is a powder coated black slide action Desert Eagle. The barrel has been lengthened for accuracy. Crafted only by the most skilled of gun smiths to ensure that whatever is shot him, does not get back up again.
When shot with a bullet from Heartbreaker…the serrated bullets carve a path from wherever point on the body the poor soul is shot and they slowly carve a path to the victim's heart, before ripping the person's heart into a heaping and bloody mass.
Now Massacre on the other hand is a much different story. He's a bit more fascinatingly dangerous.
He is a powder coated black slide action Desert Eagle. He was crafted to ensure that multiple people were brutally slain when I shot them. Whatever poor souls shot by him, would more then be rendered into a bloody heap of flesh. The staggeringly huge bullets waste no time when they leave the barrel, instantaneously blowing apart anything that comes into their path.
My guns are beyond lethal and are without equal, or so I thought.
Their sisters were crafted by the very same individual that had made my weapons.
Goldstein.
Even thinking her name brought immense sorrow to my heart. I hadn't had the privilege of knowing her on a personal level, it was merely a business companionship…but still a friendship none the less.
I really wasn't privy to the finer points surrounding her tragic death, I only knew what the law enforcement and the citizens of the town told me at the time. I knew better then to believe what the police told me and even more so than to believe some ravings from superstitious townsfolk. But they were close, personal friends of Goldstein and the details they gave me only furthered my suspicions.
Ugh…we're getting off topic here.
His weapons…a great deal quality them mine actually…which irked the hell out of me.
Ebony & Ivory
Dante's hand-made guns, Ebony and Ivory are heavily customized 1911 pistols. They are similar to certain STI pistols, due to their extended frames. Both weapons sport one-port compensators to reduce felt recoil and muzzle flip in firing, molded wood grips with miniaturized Victorian portraits, custom slides with side exterior ejectors, custom frames, special engraving, gold assets which include; the triggers, slide releases, thumb safeties, and hammers, and extended magazines with slam pads. Despite being paired, Ebony and Ivory are not identical, aside from the finishes, the other differences are:
Ebony has Bo-mar rear sights, a long spur hammer for one handed cocking, and if you notice, Ebony's slide is also designed to eject from the left instead of the right as the Ivory is. The Ebony is exclusively a left hand gun.
Ivory has smaller sights (Novak or MMC), a shorter tactical safety lever and a ring hammer.
Just thinking about those exquisitely designed weapons made me drool…god even the paint job was pleasing to the eye! But while I was getting lost in thought thinking about his weapons...I didn't realize that I was getting looked at like I was insane by both men.
"…-ey…old man. Are you sure she's alright? She's kinda just stain' at me and drooling a lot." He said, as he tilted his head, arching an eyebrow as he blinked in utter confusion.
I suddenly felt myself being jostled back to reality, before I shook my head, my cheeks flushing slightly as I turned my head to look over at him, my eye twitching in utter annoyance I growled lightly.
"You wanna stop man handling me?" I said, my voice coming in a weak crack from the lack of energy and sleep deprivation I was suffering. I watched in silence as he arched an eyebrow, those intense and fiery crystal blue eyes seemed to be looking deep into me, I felt heat coil in the pit in my stomach as I bit down the urge to gasp. Something about those eyes, it was always like he was looking deep into my heart, trying to break down my walls and see the real me. I always did my best to fight against those eyes and the deep urge to oddly bare my heart and soul to him. To tell him just what was bothering me. But I couldn't. It was not his problem and it never would be. I forced myself to break my gaze with his, looking away as yet another shiver rushed down to the pit of my stomach, this time the heat intensified. It made me jolt before I felt him beginning to walk again.
"Come on kid…I need to get this moron patched up before she bleeds out on me." He growled out, sounding oddly pissed off. His stride matched his attitude, aggravated beyond all reason. I never could understand why he acted like this, it baffled me. He always seemed to get irate when something like this happened to anyone he knew, oddly more so when it was me. I know he is a deft "man"…but I often wondered about his sanity.
Being unexpectedly yanked from my thoughts yet again…I had come to find myself without warning being lifted from his shoulder, being set down on the couch with enough force to let me know he was aggravated. I arched an eyebrow in confusion as I watched him trudge into the back of the shop where the bathroom was located, followed by the sounds of mumbled, unintelligible cursing and from what I deduced…various things breaking.
"What on earth is he doing?" I said, settling back into the couch, heaving out an exasperated sigh, looking in the direction of the odd sounds. Feeling a pair of eyes boring into the side of my head, I turned to look at the male who seemed to be glaring at me with those heated cobalt eyes of his. I tilted my head, arching an eye brow as I crossed my arms over my chest, slightly regretting it when I felt my right shoulder tense as my vision was briefly clouded with a flash of white hot pain. I held down the urge to scream, composing myself before I allowed myself to speak.
"Any particular reason you're giving me the stink eye?" I growled out, knowing full well, being defensive with him really wasn't the right path to wander down. But I was in pain, irritated, my emotions were going haywire and I was running on barely six hours of sleep.
I watched in curiosity as his body tensed just as soon as I spoke, his cobalt eyes flashed a brighter blue, letting me know I'd gained his attention. His forehead creased as his brows furrowed, he let out a rather annoyed grunt as he tore his eyes away from mine, shaking his head as he scoffed. Those stark white bandages on his right arm had extraordinarily begun to blaze an impressive bright sapphire.
"You're really fucking thick you know that?" He barked out, keeping his tone low so his voice wouldn't carry to the back room. I was surprised at his outburst, normally he just ignored my questions, brushing them off and he only spoke to me when he was ordered to. I alleged that he knew about my secret and was treating me this way because of it. But his next comment took me by complete surprise.
I arched an eyebrow in utter bewilderment at his remark, in truth…I wasn't really used to this boy speaking to me. He had never done so in the past…so why was he starting now?
He pushed off from the desk, causing it to slide rather deafeningly across the hardwood floor as he stalked over to me, his shoulders tensed as if he was trying hard to hold back whatever was weighing on his mind. His eyebrow was furrowed in what appeared to be a deep concentration, his jaw was clenched tight, and I could see him working the muscles in his jaw. Fascinating as it was to sit and watch…I had more significant things to worry about rather than sitting here observing him like he was some sort of experiment.
"Care to elaborate on why "I'm really fucking thick?" It's really rather rude to say such things." I managed to say, while keeping a scowl from spreading across my face. I was rather put off by this turn of events. Having to deal with that brute back at my house was one thing…but being stuck in this shop with these two…someone up stairs was really having a field day fucking with my life.
His eyes flashed a bright indigo, before darkening a few shades as he stopped a few paces just short of where I was sitting on the couch. He placed his un bandaged arm on his hip, his eyes scanning me over from head to toe. It was growing increasingly odd that he was acting like this, I was used to him ignoring me or just leaving the room rather than speak or even be near me. It was then that his eyes seemed to intensify when my scent spiked every time a noise from the back room echoed out to us. He growled low, slowly leaning down to my level as he pointed a finger at me, which caused me to blink before my eyes narrowed in return, my own annoyance showing on my face. I absolutely hated when someone stuck their finger in my face. It was rude. It pissed me off to no end. And more than likely you would be pulling back a bloody stump if you didn't get the digit out of my face fast enough.
"You already know I don't fucking like you. That much is clear to your slow ass brain…but for some reason it's yet to process many other things that are apparent to the rest of us." He pulled his finger out of my face as he straightened his posture, growling as he looked away. Running his hand through his hair, he let out a deep sigh as he tried to un muddle his thoughts before he looked back to me as anger flashed through his eyes.
"I don't even know how you could miss something so obvious…tch…I don't even know why he's worrying about someone like you. It's fucking nauseating." He growled out through clenched teeth, his revulsion more than clear and the look in his eyes was enough to chill even me at this point. But I held my composure, keeping silent as I let him speak, letting him get whatever things about me that were bothering him off of his chest finally.
His posture changed just then, further tensing as if something ominous was bothering him, weighing heavily on his mind. He cocked his head, giving me a sideways glace as he kept an eye on the doorway that lead to the bathroom, as if to make sure the Elder didn't walk in on the conversation. Just what was so secret? Could he be hiding something? Or was it that he knew something about me that he didn't want anyone else to know?
"You don't deserve to even be on his mind. Not someone like you. You're unworthy to even be in his company. I can't sit by and watch someone like him be around a monster like you." He emphasized a few choice words, his eyes flashing a bright crimson as he glared angrily down at me. I was taken aback by those words. Little as they were, but his hatred laced deep into them caused them to cut harshly into my heart. I could strangely feel tears welling up in my eyes as they widened. I bit the inside of my cheek as hard, feeling my fangs slowly sink into the soft flesh inside my mouth, as I tried to do my best to keep from crying in front of him.
Every malicious, vindictive and spiteful thing he had said to me was spiraling around in my head, each time he had brushed me off when I was trying to speak, growled at me, brushed past me and every time he had ever just ignored me out right...it was all swirling around in my head. Slicing away at my control, all the cruel things he had said to me. It was then that I reached my snapping point…the pivotal moment when I couldn't take any more of his brutality. That well of emotion that had been brewing deep inside of me finally broke.
"What does it matter to you that I'm here? How does what I am affect you in any way? What does it matter to you that I'm on his mind? Tell me…tell me how me being here has an effect on anything to do with you." My words came out as a barely audible whisper, but I was 100% sure that he heard me judging from how slowly he took a step back from me. Though my words had come out as a pathetic murmur…they were laced with my pain, my anger and all of the rage that was boiling away inside of me.
Keeping as much control over my emotions as I possibly could, I turned my head away, breaking my pained and angered gaze from his fury filled one. Working the muscle in my jaw to keep from snapping out at him even more viciously then I had originally, I began to run my tongue over the fangs lengthening in my mouth. It was taking all of my control not to turn, kick him into a wall before ripping his throat out. I shuddered at that delicious idea. How I yearned for such things. To give into my dark desires and just let the shadows deep in my heart finally take over.
But I couldn't…I wouldn't be what he wanted me to be…I wouldn't…
"Y-You…You fucking bitch!" He snapped back at me, though I wasn't looking at him, I could sense that his eyes were blazing with his resentment; his stance became defensive and ferocious. I could feel his aura flaring, the energy was similar. I'd felt it before…I just couldn't put my finger on where.
Then what he called me began to grate on my nerves. I'm not entirely sure why it was annoying me…but what I did know is that I was tired of getting pushed around by this little brat. I was tired of everyone getting away with hurting me, walking all over me. I was fucking done with getting treated like this. It was about time I stood up for myself and got the respect I deserved. I damn sure was worthy of it after everything I had endured.
"I'm sick and tired of how you've been treating me. Even more so, I've grown increasingly tired of seeing that repulsive face of yours. Let's say I rearrange it and see if I can make some improvements. Hm?" I retorted, my voice laced with my amusement and my irritation. When I turned to look at him, I saw the revulsion and anger in his eyes. Strangely it pleased me to know I was the cause of this. I cocked my head, my eyes began to darken with a malicious intent. Running my tongue over my lower lip as the power inside me began to stir to life, I kept my calm stance, I could feel a deep heat rushing throughout my entire body. It was extraordinarily exhilarating. I let out a deep sigh of pleasure before looking to him, letting a demented grin spread across my face as I gripped one of the guns at my side, readying myself for a fight I knew was about to happen. It was a brawl that had been years brewing, a fight that I was yearning for. I was about to get the chance to finally fight this little arrogant upstart and I wasn't going to waste my chance.
"You'll pay for that you stupid demonic slut!" He snarled out, the energy in the room swirled around us as a azure light began to surround his body, outlining just the contours as his eyes began to blaze with a sinister intent. The shade turned from deep cobalt, I watched those murky orbs begin to turn a bright crimson. The color was vivid, standing out against his pale features. His face contorted into a familiar ferocity. I was sure I had seen it somewhere before. This was odd…but at the same time I was filled with that same excitement that I had been filled with when I had been face to face with…
My thoughts were unexpectedly cut short by the sound of a boot sliding across the floor, my ears perked as I was jarred from my reverie, deftly turning on my heel, my hands shot up, one pushing his hand out of the way before it could strike me, the other grabbing his wrist as I shifted my weight. I kicked his legs out from under him, keeping a tight hold on his wrist, I lifted him off the ground, throwing him over my shoulder into the wall before I turned to look at him, seeing him sliding down the slightly cracked wall. He groaned in pain, falling onto his side, coughing raggedly as the wind had been knocked out of his lungs from the force I had thrown him. He then slowly stood up, fiercely glaring at me as plaster fell down from the wall onto his head. As if to add insult to injury.
I watched in silence, keeping my gaze trained on him as he stood up, the dust and plaster falling from his hair and his shoulders. I knew very well I had more than bruised his pride. It was apparent just from the way he was avoiding my eyes, as bothered by what I had just done to him, from what thoughts were coursing through my mind and from the dark shadows that were cast over my heart… I was feeling more than guilty.
"I assume you've cooled off enough to have some rationality brought to your mind? If not, I can simply teach you another lesson you won't soon forget." I weirdly snapped at him, my voice cracking an octave. I turned on my heel, shaking my head as I forced myself to calm down, pushing away those dark thoughts. I limped over to the shop doors, attempting to leave this place with my dignity and what was left of my sanity intact.
Before that deep, rich, baritone voice traveled to my ears. That voice, which had never failed to bring about my downfall and help me to rise on high. How could one man bring you to Hell and then show you Heavens light?
"I found the med kit. Big white box with the little red cross on it right?" His voice resonated with irritation, yet there has been a hint of an anger boiling just beneath the surface. Had he heard us arguing? Did he feel the flux in power just now?
'Of course he did…it's him…' I thought, as a perturbed expression crept over my face. I really wasn't in the mood to deal with any of this. This was just far too irritating. I had been here for far too long, I had a reason for coming here. I was to collect my pay…not to play anyone's games. But something told me that I might not be getting paid this week. Considering that he was a child and probably spent the money on some inane purchase. Perhaps yet another pizza run, or an ice cream delivery. Possibly he was gambling again. I wasn't about to sit down and tally up everything that it could be. It would take years to figure out what he spent it on and no one wanted to waste their time.
Well I didn't anyways.
"…Yes…that would be the medical kit. But it's not necessary, nor will I be coddled. Now either give me my money or I'm leaving." I snapped, my eyes narrowing at him as he set the box down on his desk, before turning to look over at his partner. A confused look washed over his face, followed by irritation. "The fuck did you do to my wall kid?! I just paid to have that fixed!" He growled out his words, his right eye twitching as he glared down at his partner, a knowing glare flashing before his eyes as I watched a chill rush down his spine.
Looking to me, his intense icy hues narrowed, the various shades of blue swirled around in their chilled depths. I felt a familiar chill rush down my spine as I took a step back, a breath catching in my throat. For some strange reason, those eyes seemed…memorable, as if I had seen them before. Why did I know those eyes?
He snorted, as if to brush off the query, looking away from him and myself. Brushing the rest of the plaster off of himself as he kept his gaze fixed on the ground, refusing to look up at either of us. I knew why he would not look at me, but why wouldn't he look at his colleague? "…-I'll fucking pay for the damages. Just…leave me alone alright." He snapped, rolling his shoulders as he brushed past him. As if he would snap at any moment, and from past occurrences with him, I knew that he was close to his breaking point.
And it was my fault.
'Great…yet another thing I didn't need on my already full plate.' I thought, running my wounded hand through my slightly blood-spattered hair, wincing as I did so. 'Wait…why does my hand hurt?' My eyes narrowed as I
pulled it away from my head, I looked down to the appendage, my eyes grew wide at the sight of strange lacerations that had begun carving their way along my fingers. The pain was unlike anything I'd felt before and I knew what this meant.
'Time is running out.' I felt my heart drop into my stomach as my hand began to shake. A realization hit me just then. If I let on that something was the matter or that I was in pain. Forcing myself to pull out of my thoughts, I shook off the haze. Looking over at the two I was forced to deal with on a daily basis, seeing that both men were arguing in hushed whispers by the door.
"Just wire the money to my account. I don't have time for this shit." I snapped, causing them both to cease in their bickering as they both turned to look at me. Slipping my hands into my coat pockets, I shrugged off the tension that had begun to build in my shoulders as I strode over to the door. "Get me my money, or I'll take it out on your shop. I'm tired of you giving me shit jobs.."
'I have to find the courage to ignore his voice, to resist looking at him, to keep from falling for that charm of his.' I thought as I used all of my strength to brush in between them both, ignoring the spark that instantly coursed my spine while a strange heat had begun to coil in the pit of my stomach. 'Ignore it…damn it, ignore it. Don't listen to him…IGNORE IT!'
There would be no giving in, I had to hold fast against the instincts blazing away inside of me. I could not let myself be weakened by this feeling…by this fascination…by him.
Warmth captured my upper right arm, causing me to gasp as I stilled, yanked once more out of my reverie, I cast a glance down at my arm, knowing instantly who it was, but still I had to look. I had to know. I had to lay my eyes upon the sight I swore myself off from. Refusing to look upon or give into…but still…
I yearned to look.
His hand lay upon my arm, clasped just enough to gain my attention, to bring me to awareness. That warmth, it was what a woman desired. It was something I had come to understand over the years, that females needed to feel complete.
Useless.
I hadn't a need for such trivial feelings or emotions. I wouldn't be walking on this plain for much longer, so what need did I have to experience such desires?
"…-You're injured. You need to let me fix you up." He said, his voice resonated with dominance, power and it urged me to obey him. Wanting me to listen, commanding me. There was a hint of something laced within that sent a chill coursing down my spine. What was that feeling? Why did it cause my knees to weaken at the very sound of his voice? At his very touch? Just what was this?
NO!
Stop this…stop. You cannot keep doing this to yourself…you cannot keep wanting things. You have no time to have a life. You are not long for this world. Cease this childish wishing. You cannot begin something if you are not going to finish it.
That voice that I had not heard since I was a child…returned to me. I felt my heart clench in response, keeping myself from answering him or anyone for that matter. It was debilitating. That voice…it spoke the truth, such a painful truth…
"…-ey…Hey! Are you listening to me? Damn it. Ba-…" He shouted, about to finish his reply and call out to me, call out the nickname he gave almost every female that strode into his life.
How trite…
Finding the strength to yank my arm out of his hold, I kept my eyes from looking up at him, keeping them straight forward as my bangs fell over my eyes, ensuring that I would not be able to see him even if he made me turn and look at him. "…Wire the money to my account. It had better be there in the morning." I snapped, and I knew my voice held a strange tone of malice…but this time, there was something laced within my voice that scared me.
As I kept on my way, I did not hear him once try to come after me, nor did he call out to me…
Neither of them did.
And I knew they wouldn't…they sensed it just now…the darkness that lay within me. They could feel the evil that was slowly making itself known. Soon they would all know...they would all know the horrible truth of what I was…
And he would come to kill me. It was his job after all.
'Dante…The Devil Hunter….'
I knew his past…but did he know mine?