A/N: Hey guys! Still clinging to life over here… *sighs* way… too… much… homework… bleh… so I'm gonna take this time while I'm on the bus to write some good 'ol fanfiction and relax… with killing all of you with the feels :) heheheh…
Disclaimer: Why on earth would I want to do that?
A Place to Stay
Everyone was staring at the woman who had just spoken up, she wasn't dressed in any sort of uniform so Vergil just assumed that she had to be a normal person, like his mom had been… he bit his lip, shaking his head and trying to ignore the memories that were trying to crop up in his mind.
"You?" the two people who were not policemen eyed her up and down.
"I'm perfectly qualified to look after a child for a day or two while you get things sorted out."
"I'm not so sure," the shorter of the two said "why would a 'qualified' person be in the police station in the dead of night?"
"I'm picking up my cousin's drunk friend." She explained, pointing down the hallway. The policeman's eyes lit up
"I remember talking to you on the phone!" he said "The damn bastard's passed out down there, honestly I'd just let your cousin pick him up in the morning, it'll give him time to cool his head and then neither of us have to drag him to your car."
"I appreciate the offer." She said with a smile "But my cousin wouldn't be too pleased with me and while that shouldn't bother me, I do enjoy having use of the cabin just outside of town."
"Right, suit yourself…" the officer grumbled, Vergil could tell that he wasn't too happy with the decision but his attention was more focused on the other two who were quietly whispering to each other. A moment later they looked to the woman and the taller said
"If you're still interested, we'd just like to ask you a few questions and get some things settled." She nodded and followed them down the hall; the policeman just sighed and looked over at Vergil, only now seeming to notice that he was awake.
"Hey kid, how you feeling?" he asked, walking over and sitting down in a chair across from the young half devil.
"I'm okay." Vergil said quietly, sitting up completely now. He could feel the man's eyes on his chest, where a gaping hole lay from the beam of red energy earlier that had pierced him through.
"You sure? That's an awful lot of blood." He said, still looking at the boy, his entire front was soaked in blood, including quite a bit of his hair and there was a big hole in his shirt but there didn't seem to be a scratch on the kid, was it all other people's blood? But how…? They were beginning investigations on the house and what had happened there but considering that fire and rain had gotten to it first the officer wasn't sure how much they'd find out from it.
"I'm fine." The kid whispered again, not meeting his eyes.
"What's your name?" he asked, hoping to get something out of the boy, the child protective service workers hadn't been able to find anything solid in the few hours that they had been here. That didn't mean there was nothing but they had gotten nothing. Absolutely nothing. That didn't bode well for future searches. The kid paused before answering, as though debating what he could tell the police officer, whether or not he could trust him, it made the man wonder just what this kid had seen in his short life.
"Tony. My name's Anthony." He said quietly, the name made him think of Dante and he had to bite his lip to keep tears from welling up in his eyes again.
"Well then Tony, you got a last name?" Vergil paused for a moment, not long enough that the officer would think he was lying but of course the first thing that came to his mind was a name that Dante had said when they were very little, one that he thought was cool.
"Redgrave." He answered fluidly, now he just had to remember those names, that's all he had to do, keep his story straight. If the young devil was being honest with himself, he had no idea what was going to happen to him, he didn't know where he'd end up and if he'd ever see Dante again, he promised himself that as soon as he was able he'd go looking for his brother. He knew that the younger half devil was weaker, that he was more afraid on his own.
"That's…" the policeman paused "that's an interesting name. Vergil just looked at him blankly, not really caring if the man liked his new name or not.
They sat in uncomfortable silence for some time, the officer asking the kid if he could get him anything, which the kid promptly refused, instead holding tightly to an amulet around his neck, the man couldn't help but take a curious peek at it. It was huge and red and looked like it should be very heavy though the boy didn't seem to show it. Just when the policeman thought he was going to go crazy from the silence the social workers returned, the woman in tow. She walked right up to Vergil and knelt in front of him.
"You're going to stay with me for a couple nights while they try to sort some things out, is that okay?" Vergil just looked at her, blinking slowly before nodding.
"You wanna tell me your name?"
"Tony. Anthony Redgrave."
A/N: A little short but the bus is about to pull in… so!
Till next time,
-Winged Element
