So a little bit of patience is a virtue, at least in the long run it felt. Seriously… What a testing week it had been. But, here I am, alive and well, taking calls for odd jobs as I listened to my frequent guest Missy on Guitar… And for some reason playing a rather disturbing song…Well… It was disturbing to me all things considered…

Rape me by Nirvana.

"It's good to be able to take a bad time in your life and make light of it in the end." She advised me strumming away, she looked towards me at my desk and smiled devilishly when she took note of my shocked expression. "Right Dante?"

"Kinda like those 'We'll look back on this and laugh kind of moments?' I inquired raising a brow, honestly failing to find any humor in any of the events of the past week "I dunno If I can really joke about it." I countered turning my attention back to my opened magazine.

"Well, it's behind us now…"She finalized.

She couldn't have been like any other young lady I'd ever met… Despite everything that had happened, she was quick to put it behind her, to move on now that she knew it was truly over. She didn't seem to hold a grudge like most would… And if she did, she was good at transitioning it into something productive… Music appeared to be her biggest outlet.

Despite having received her forgiveness for what she grants was never my fault, I still couldn't drop the feeling that I somehow owed her something… After all, If I'd stuck around her residence for a little bit longer that night, perhaps I would have managed to kill off the Incubus all together. That incident a few nights prior would never have happened if I hadn't done my job half assed in the first place.

"Missy, you're back?"

I looked up to see Lady now present in the doorway, she strode over to the still seated Missy tuning the guitar and was almost lost for words it seemed.

"What are you doing here?" Was all she could ask.

Missy placed the guitar in its cradle and set her hands delicately on her knees and declared looking sincerely at Lady, "We made up."

"Oh did you now?" She chortled smiling.

"I thought long and hard about what you said about him not knowing either way that night, about him being possessed and not in his right mind. Now I know that it was truly the Incubus that was acting behind the scenes." Her mouth curved into another conniving smile and added , "Something else told me if Dante really did do it, that he'd probably be sitting in a garbage bin in 7 different zip codes right about now."

"And why's that?" I asked flat out, intently curious.

"I remember the first morning I was here!" She recited digging into her memory "Lady found me in your bed and almost killed you in the bathroom… and that was before the Incubus came along"

I recalled that event quite well… I shuddered coldly delving back into my magazine.

Lady laughed out loud into the air, than sighed a relieved breath of air as she made her way to my desk and perched herself on the corner, "Your right, and no one would be able to piece him back together either."

"Well, I better get going" Missy sighed as she reached for her school bag, "Can I come play tomorrow, Dante?"

"Sure." I responded still combing through articles.

With that Missy left. Shortly after Lady pulled the magazine out of my hands and asked me sternly, "Just what is it that you're looking at that you can't even establish eye contact with your guests?" She asked skimming through my reading material, "Don't you have enough instruments that you don't play Dante?"

"Guess so?" I shrugged.

She placed the magazine back in front of me and reverted back to her usual stern tone, "Alright, so now that this whole mess with the Incubus has been taken care of there's the matter of my cut."

I looked at her as if she had two heads for a moment, "Seriously…?"

"Seriously" She repeated, crossing her arms she continued, "I saved that kids life, Dante. You had a teenaged girl with a gun pointed to her face from this whole clusterfuck. Not to mention I was out all hours of the night hunting down those Demons you failed to kill yourself!"

"Don't remind me."I drawled throwing myself back into my desk chair and leaned on it considerably, "It's been Hell this past week, Lady. Fucking Hell."

"And like Hell I'm going to go without getting paid." She motioned her whole hand in a come hither motion, demanding I fork over the cash then and there.

I banged the front legs of the chair back onto the ground as I came forth and produced my wallet, heaving a great sigh. I fingered through the bills and asked almost snapping, "How much."

"Two hundred, I'll discount it considering who the work was for."

"I'll give you one hundred, another hundred when I finish my next mission."

She scoffed, and demanded impatiently, "And when will that be?"

"When it happens. Now leave, can't you tell I'm shopping?" I tapped the magazine article,

"Like you can afford a new guitar anyway you cheap shit." She scolded as she whipped the cash out of my hand, hiked up her Kalina Ann on her shoulder and made her way out.

She had been far out of the building as I'd finally found the perfect instrument for the most deserving recipient and declared, "It's not for me."

It's not over yet! One more chapter to go! Thanks for the reviews guys! It warms me up in a way that a nice cup of hot chocolate with cool whip, marshmallows and sprinkles does on a cold night! Much love to all and stay tuned! =3