Interview with a Devil Chapter 2: Its not much, but its home, a devil may cry fanfic

Okay, here's the second chapter of Interview with a Devil :)
The next (3rd) chapter will have the interview, I promise. I hope you enjoy the second chapter

I do not own the Canon Characters, nor do I own Devil may cry.

I only own Eliot

A faint flush bloomed on her pale cheeks when the tall male dispensed a small, chaste kiss onto her knuckles. She knew that this kind of greeting was completely innocent but she couldn't help but feel slightly awkward at this. She wasn't used to such chivalry.., gentlemen like him were rare nowadays and those kinds of etiquettes were very hard to find in this society.

However, it was good to see that some of them still manage to maintain their manners…, even if he had been rude beyond belief to her earlier. He somewhat confused her. At first he was smug and to certain extent pretty rude and in the next moment, he was acting like Sir Gallahad.

Eliot felt a slight urge to curtsy in front of this man but she shook those foolish thoughts aside. This isn't 15th century you dumb cow! What are you thinking?

After he let go of her hand, he rose back up to his full height as the moon-light illuminated one side of his frame while the other remained dark and shadowed, making him appear almost predatory.

This Alexander was made for the night.

A strange silence grew between them and Alexander became like a solid statue once again. Why was he staring at her like that? There was not even a twitch in his eye…, this intensity was absolutely off-putting. It was like he was scrutinizing her from head to toe.. and Eliot realized that he was indeed scanning her. But why? Was he looking for something in particular or did he just have a strange fetish with staring at people for almost thirty minutes without even twitching? Was making girls nervous one of his hobbies?

….

Eliot decided that enough was enough and mustered her courage.

"Uhm.., Mr. Redgrave?" Eliot began, her eyes trying to contact his pale moonstone orbs while he was still 'checking' her out. Or so she thought.

After a good minute or so, an enigmatic smile colored his almost flawless features. His eyes darted back to Eliot's face as he gave her his undivided attention. His smile still maintained plastered on his lips as he arched on of his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue to what she had to say.

And again, Eliot realized that she had been staring.

"..would you like to come with me back to my office? We can begin with our interview there if that's alright with you. It's pretty cold outside and I doubt you would like to sit here in the cold and freeze with clattering teeth while I chew your ear off with the many questions I have." She jested a little, attempting to loosen up the intense atmosphere around them.

Alexander's POV.:

Cute.

Alexander's smile only widened before he gave her a reassuring nod "Yes, I think that would be best too, Miss Eliot. But I'm afraid that is not me who is currently freezing." He said as he referred to her trembling form.

The woman's brows furrowed and then took a moment to look at herself and how she shivered ever so slightly. She flicked back up to him as her milky skin flared with a shade of a light rosy color.

Such an adorable little journalist I have here. If she already reacts that extremely to me, I wonder how she will respond to the things I have in store for her. Alexander mused to himself before he let out a deep chuckle and offered her his arm like a gentleman that was rather uncommon nowadays. "Come on; lead me to your home so we can continue our little chatter, Miss Eliot." His eyes twinkled a little with boyish charm but also a hint of mischief and another emotion that seemed indescribable for a mere person to comprehend.

But what seemed enigmatic for the average citizen, it was so intriguing to the small journalist.

Those reactions he got from her were more than satisfying, no; Alexander had to admit that he became quite intrigued by her as well as odd as it sounded.

Humans can be such fascinating little creatures at times.

Though he wondered if she was aware who she was inviting to her home….., his reputation was not exactly the most welcoming.

Eliot's POV.:

As he offered her his arm, Eliot was a bit hesitant to take it at first for he was still a complete stranger to her. There was something deep beneath those eyes of his that told her to turn back and run. He seemed nice (well nice as can be when you consider those slick remarks he left earlier) and not like your regular guy who only wanted the one thing if you cross paths with him at night.

As she still was a little hesitant, Alexander began to give her a 'well, are we going?' expression. His expression was the stepping stone of pushing Eliot to take his arm after all and lock their arms together so he surely would not wander off before they reached her apartment.

"Lead the way." He said in a certain tone that could make anyone melt, women as well as men.

Eliot gave him the smallest of nods and as requested lead the way to her home.

The warmth and certainty he was giving off was more than nice but also a bit distracting. She could feel his strong sinewy arms beneath the thick coat of his and how it flexed with every movement.

Eliot swallowed and pretended to be completely unfazed by his actions and by the close proximity.

Thankfully, she did not live too far away from the central park of Avarice city because surely she would have taken a cab since the temperature was ridiculously low. It had been the coldest night in years but the moon never glistened brighter through this rotten town.

Grazebrook Street 42

-Klick-

With a turn of the handle, the door opened, letting the moon-light spill into small yet cozy apartment of Miss Hunter.

As she stepped inside first, she tossed the jingling house-keys onto the counter of her kitchen that was located next to the entrance. The air was a bit stuffy from the lack of aeration but it still smelled of sweet butter-cream cupcakes thanks to her new bought candles that she loved and adored.

"It's not much, but it's better than outside at least." Eliot piped up after she stepped aside to let the tall male in. She was almost sure that he wouldn't have fit through her tiny doorframe for even she had her share of struggles. She remembered the times when she first moved here and the first days that were absolutely disastrous. How many times had she bumped her head on this damned wooden frame? Eleven - Fifteen times?

Well.., no matter how many times it was, it hurt like hell.

"Watch it." The slender woman advised him with precaution but Alexander seemed to have noticed it on his own accord. Well…of course, he was sharp-minded after all. His perception was much keener that it seemed at first.

He remained silent as he entered her room and took his time drinking in his entire surroundings. The apartment was small and poorly decorated….he figured that this woman didn't have a lot of money to buy such trivial things that humans normally would have in their home, letting the dust gather on it and leave it unattended for years just out of pure idleness.

He closed the door behind them since the freezing air was blowing a chilly gust of wind into her apartment and it was not exactly their intention to freeze inside as much as outside.

He inhaled the sweet scent and let it roam through his system, enjoying the sugary fragrances that lingered in the air. He let go of the doorknob when the door clicked shut sealed tight.

No turning back now.

Eliot discarded herself of her beige coat and hung it onto one of her coat-hangers before she attended back to the mysterious Alexander before her. He immediately understood what she wanted him to do and shed himself of his coat which was made out of rather heavy fabric as he handed it over to her.

Eliot was a bit surprised at how heavy it was but she figured that it was light as a feather to him. She hung it next to her jacket and turned back to him again.

Now she got the chance to get even a closer look at his physique and the structure of his body. He was very well-built and she could detect a few toned muscles here and there….despite it being well covered by the fabrics of his clothing. Now, Alexander only wore his eggplant colored shirt and black vest above it. His scarf was taken off along with his coat since he had no need for it now.

He then took his two leather gloves off and placed them neatly on one of her kitchen-counters. "It's small…..a bit too small for my tastes but it has its certain charm." He stated with a light hearted huff, sounding almost indifferent about this place.

"Though…it could use some redecorating.." he mumbled the last words under his breath but Elito heard them loud and clear.

Her left eyebrow twitched with slight irritation. What the heck….? At first he was rude; than he acted like Prince Valiant and in the next minute he turned back into an uncivil teenager.

No matter how much she wanted to tell him to watch his tone, she stayed resolute and kept herself from badmouthing him. It would only fuel the awkward tension between them and Eliot had no intention to scare this man away. He had some valuable information that she needed very badly.

She only hoped that he wasn't just some fraud that only seeked to waste her time and hoax her. That would be the last confession she wanted to hear from this man.

"Uh….thank you. Uhmm…..well, let's not dawdle. Follow me." the woman gestured him to follow as she went on ahead through the small corridor of her warm and comfortable apartment. Right ahead, she opened a door that lead to her private office where she mostly typed up her personal work. The silverette shadowed her steps and did not even bother to keep his distance. The brunette noticed this and quickened her pace with him only closing the gap between them once again.

Man…this guy was not good for her nerves at all.

Normally she wouldn't be so intimidated by a man…but he radiated a certain energy that could scare off even the meanest thug if provoked.

Eliot actually dared to steal a glance at him and what she saw was most unsettling. The corners of his lips were tugging slightly upwards and she guessed he noticed her being a bit timid towards him.

Damn! Double damn! How could you be so unprofessional, Eliot? Great job, now he won't take you seriously anymore….

She scowled at herself mentally as she took a seat on the soft, leathery chair behind her mahogany desk. Alexander however kept to himself with the slight smirk still lingering on his features and took a seat across the table, immediately swinging one long leg over the other as he got comfortable in his equally soft chair.

The lamp on her desk illuminated a good part of the room even though the radiance was quite dim.

"No need to be shy, I won't bite, Miss Eliot." He teased a little with a wiggle of his silver eyebrows.

"You can just call me Eliot." She bit out right after his rather teasing utterance, completely flustered but also a bit miffed at the fact that he kept on humoring her. Who the hell did he think he was? He confused and irritated to no end already before they even have begun the interview.

Alexander's grin only went wider, wide enough to show some of his white teeth "Then you can just call me Alexander or Alex for short, my little journalist."

She blinked at him once and her face reddened even more from the embarrassment. No one had ever managed to abash her like this in such a short time span. Without further due, she bent down to one of drawers of her wooden desk and opened it to pull out a tape-recorder, a stack of papers and a pen before she closed it again.

"Okay, Alex," she begun, emphasizing his name as she shot him a stern look. "Would you like some coffee before we begin or are you good? I don't want my interviewee to be parched or tired when we start our little conversation." She continued, this time with a more genuine and calm physiognomy.

"Nope. I'm good, I'm better than good. Some people may call me even nocturnal." He jested a little, managing to draw a small chuckle from the uneasy journalist though she understood the ambiguity behind his soft words. So….he liked to play it that way, huh?

The woman ran a slender, delicate hand through her ash-brown hair, smoothing out her messed up strands as she thought about this whole situation…..if she did the right thing or not….if this man may know something that not even she would expect.

There was something about him that told her that he actually knew some information about the great knight that nobody was familiar with.

Either way, she had a gut-feeling that it was going to be one interesting night, one way or the other…..