the fact that she was scared of him. He d
never had to go through this before,
sacrificing his own blood to a human, a mere
human in his eyes.
Nevertheless did he ever have someone tell
him, to show him how they felt, that they
cared so much?. The emotions of those
situations, he never knew what to do. He
looked up at the moon, this always helped
calm him down, the soft glow that it gave
off soothed him. He walked over to the bed
and lay down, he placed his hand on the
bandaged wound, he remembered the feeling of
her softly touching him, how gentle and warm
the feeling was, that same feeling he got
from when she embraced him.
He thought about why he stopped her and
grabbed her arm to pull her close and hold
her tight in his arms. Realizing every time
he's around her, he gets overwhelmed with
emotions. His thoughts turned to the memory
of his mother and how powerless he was to
save her.
"Forgive me Mother, for I was so weak, for
not being able to protect you. If only I had
this power then, you wouldn't have died.
What would you have me do now? This woman, a
human woman, that I sacrificed my blood for,
and saved from certain death...why? Why
would I do that? It's not in my nature, I
refuse to have anything to do with mortals,
and yet this woman comes here and makes me
feel these feelings that never existed in me
before. She torments me"
He took a deep breath, letting it escape his
lips. Slowly closing his eyes tightly,
forbidding the human inside him win over,
his eyes stung from the weakness only humans
could endure. It made him hate himself more,
knowing that this weakness ran through his
very veins. He rolled over aggressively,
and forced himself to drift off to sleep.
After putting the medical equipment away, I
went to my room; I walked over to the
window. As I opened it a light cool breeze
came through. The moon bright and full.
I loved the moon it always made me feel
better when I was down; it gave me comfort
when I needed it.
I thought about Vergil, and the fact that I
was still scared of him, and that the same
might happen to me, will I be a half demon
too? Just like him?. I didn't know what to
do. I only felt that I was a nuisance to him
than anything. I knew that he was not used
to affection, he hated it, pushed it away.
Should I continue to have these feelings for
him, Should I even try? or should I just?...
I took a deep breath, just as gust of wind
swept across my face. I wanted so much for
Vergil, for him to not feel so alone in his
suffering. What made him so sheltered? He
was so difficult to get through to. Yet he
didn't reject my touch, I smiled at that
fact. He didn't sound cold to me while I
tended to his wounds, and then...he grabbed
me, embraced me. It seemed that were giving
each mixed messages, or maybe he was
beginning to slowly accept his human
emotions?, The human and demon blood
combined, flowed through his veins. That
same blood now runs through mine. I had no
choice, it was live or die, and he chose for
me to live.
I began to feel tired, but before going back
inside I took another deep breath, the air
was crisp and clean, so pleasing to my
lungs. I lay down on my bed and instantly my
body accepted itself into a deep sleep.
I began to dream. I see myself having some
sort of a breakdown, Vergil s blood began
affecting my body, I was reacting badly.
Suddenly I was being eaten alive by a
monstrous form, it towered over me as it
slowly began to consume me. I was alone,
screaming in the darkness. I woke up, my
entire body drenched in a cold sweat, my
breathing was erratic, I was shaking
uncontrollably, I placed my hand on my chest
feeling for my heart, it beat so hard under
my palm, like it was going to burst. It was
all a dream, wasn't it?...or was I
foreseeing what might happen? It felt all
too real.
-
Moments later I heard a knock at my door,
was it Vergil? I refused to answer as the
knocking continued. After a few more, the
knocking stopped. I got up and opened the
door. No one was there; I began to close my
door when I noticed a large velvet box set
neatly on the floor before me, with a letter
attached to it. I looked around, still no
sign of life.
I picked it up cautiously and shut the door.
The letter was addressed to me. It stated
that I was to attend a Masquerade Ball. A
ball that would be held here in the tower
later this evening at Vergil's demand. I was
confused as to what brought about this
event. Nevertheless I looked down at the
velvet box, it was beautiful. I stroked it
lightly, feeling the soft fabric under my
fingertips before I opened it. I gasped,
inside was a gorgeous black dress, along
with matching heels.
-
I looked at the clock it wasn t long until
the Ball. I head to the shower; the water
was soothing, warm. I just stood there for
a while after washing my hair. As I began to
wash my body I noticed the scar that I
received when Vergil cut me with Yamato it
was a decent size, starting from one side of
my arm to the other. Why did he save me?
When he disliked humans so much?
I rinsed off the remaining suds and again I
just stood there in the water, thinking. Why
was I here, abandoned by my father? I don't
think that I'll ever know. I finally turned
off the water and got out of the shower. The
moon was shining again, giving off its soft
radiant light, just like that time I saw
Vergil standing there, still wet from the
shower. I remembered his body, so angelic
and that intense stare from those cold ice-
blue eyes. Instantly I blushed and shook
those thoughts from my mind. I dried myself
off and wrapped the towel around me. I
picked up the black dress from the box and
marvelled at its beauty giving myself time
to admire its design.
I felt that I was being spoiled, but it was
only for the Ball so I tried not read too
much into it. I carefully put it on, it fit
my body perfectly. I smiled and began to
dance around the room with excitement. I
returned to the mirror and just stared at my
reflection. I never felt nor looked so
beautiful. I began crying, remembering all
the horrible things people had said to me. I
always was told I was ugly well look at me
now I thought smiling, admiring my
reflection in the mirror, Look at me now,
try and tell me that I m ugly in this
dress .
I went into the bathroom and finished
getting myself ready. Finally I was done it,
and now it was the time for the Ball. There
was a knock at my door, when I answered it,
I was shocked to see it was the tall bald
man, he told me, that he had come to be my
escort. I put on the shoes and shut the
doors gently behind me. After walking down
the hall we began to ascend up the stairs.
-
I'd never went any higher than the third
floor; I was beginning to get nervous. I
didn't know what I'd do when I see Vergil
again. I felt so scared I almost wanted to
leave, to avoid seeing him. But I had no
choice; he had demanded that I go. It felt
like we were walking forever upwards, but
finally we d reached our destination.
The ball was being held at the top of the
tower. As we entered the room, I saw that
there were a lot of people wearing masks,
everyone, all except me. As I continued to
walk further into the room everyone stopped
dead in their tracks. They all were staring
at me as if I was some exotic creature.
Their stares made me fee so exposed and
naked I didn't know what to do, or how to
act. I resisted the urge to look at my hands
and wring them. Then someone clapped loudly
and music started to play, and soon everyone
started dancing, I sighed in relief.
As I made my way through the crowd I felt
someone grab my arm. Hoping that it was
Vergil, I looked up to see who it was. A
stranger that wore extraordinary attire,
baring a mask of a demon that covered the
top half of his face. He too had white-
silver hair that that was styled in a
similar fashion to Vergil's. His face of
what I could see was beautiful, his eyes
they made me think that it was Vergil, those
eyes that I loved so much. I didn't know
what to say, I was too timid to speak, still
in awe of this stunning stranger.
He placed his hand softly on my waist; I
followed and placed my hand on his shoulder
the other he took in his hand as we began to
dance. As our eyes locked I instantly felt
myself blushing and I turned away. Suddenly
he spun me outward and pulled me back,
holding me close. My heart began beating
rapidly. I could tell he found my reaction
amusing, a faint smirk settling on his lips.
Who was this stranger? And where was Vergil?
He noticed I was distracted by something as
I looked around the room.
"What's wrong?" His tone of voice sounded a
lot like Vergil's, but I wasn't about to
jump to any conclusions. Not yet.
"I'm sorry, just looking for someone that's
supposed to be here"
"Oh? and who might that be?"
"His name is Vergil; he's the host of this
Ball. I was forced to come and he's not even
here. Please excuse me"
-
As I was searching for Vergil I came to
definite stop, my heart began racing
uncontrollably. There was blazing pain in my
chest. My feet gave way beneath me; I
panicked and fell to my knees. The pain,
unbearable now, was coursing throughout my
body. As I let out a horrifying scream I
realized, it was just like my dream...my
nightmare was quickly becoming a reality.
Slowly and surely, my body became enveloped
by the same monstrous form in my dream.
I turned my attention towards the terror
struck crowd. They screamed and panicked
while running towards the door. Lacking
control over my body I tore my way through
them, it was a complete massacre. Blood
gushing from them, spraying all over me.
Hearing their bloodcurdling screams made me
only hunger for more bloodshed. I wouldn't
stop until the screams were ceased
completely. I wouldn't stop, I couldn't
stop.
After I d demolished everyone I wanted more,
so thirsty for blood. I simply wouldn't stop
until I d had enough. Standing in front of
me was the stranger, I dashed towards him
wanting to see his blood spill by my hand. I
moved into an attack, but he dodged my every
move effortlessly. Just when I thought that
I had an opening he quickly moved to the
side raising one knee, knocking me out as it
made contact with my stomach. He caught my
body as I fell limply.
-
Hours had passed
I awoke in my bed thinking of the hellish
nightmare of an evening I d had. The Ball.
That mysterious stranger. And then me,
myself as I turned into a monster and killed
everyone, everything. As I begin to sit up I
let loose a loud groan, placing my hand on
my stomach wincing from the excruciating
pain.
"Don't get up you foolish girl!"
There at the doorway was Vergil leaning his
back up against the frame.
"What happened?" I asked while placing my
hand on my head in confusion.
"You mean you don't remember?" Vergil said
with a puzzled tone while straightening out
his posture.
"It's not that, I don't know if it really
happened or if I was dreaming it. I was so
scared being engulfed by that monstrous
form, killing all those people. Then here I
am, in my bed with this annoying pain.
I winced By the way, where were you? You
made me no, you forced me to go to that Ball
and you weren't even there" I stated with an
irritated tone.
"I was there; I was in front of you the
whole time."
"Ah...oh" was all I could muster, I looked
down and saw the blood on my dress
The dress you are wearing belonged to my
mother Eva. It suits you quite beautifully
too, like I knew it would. Everyone was
staring at you when you arrived, but I
suspect you don't need me to tell you that"
Instantly I became overwhelmed and bashful.
I felt myself go red so I turn my head and
looked away from him.
"I knew it! Your appearance was what threw
me off, especially the monocle. This dress
was your m-mothers? I'm so sorry I didn't
know. This is the first time that I ever
worn one, I never had the privilege of
feeling so honoured...It-it's gorgeous!"
"What I wore belonged to Sparda, my father.
He was one of the highest ranking demons in
the Demon world, most say he was beyond the
best. You could almost say he was like
royalty amongst demons. My parents had worn
these clothes to occasions such as the
masquerade ball we attended"
"Your parents must have been very important,
to have been held in such high regards"
Vergil went silent and left the room.
"Vergil, wait!"
Even in my weak condition I wasn't as bad as
how I was before. I got out of bed and went
after Vergil. I ran to the doorway, but he
was gone. Solemnly I retreated back to my
room. Was it something that I said that made
him leave? Was it what I d said about his
parents? I stood there by the window looking
at my reflection.
This dress belonged to his mother. He must
have had so much respect for them,
especially his mother; I wondered why he let
me wear something so precious? Something
that meant so much to him. I am not worthy
to wear something so important. As I began
removing the dress I thought about Vergil
and the bond that he must have had with his
parents. What made him so distant with so
much pain to bear...alone? Once I d removed
the dress I placed it neatly and carefully
in its box along with the matching shoes.
Then I moved back to the window, and
continued to stand there silently in deep
thought.
-
I didn't realize I had left the door open,
not even hearing footsteps as they walked
by.
"Why aren't you in bed like I told you?" an
irritated voice spoke out. I jumped and
turned to see Vergil eyeing me "And how did
you get those scars?" he added softly.
Only then I realized I was still in my
underwear, as his gaze lingered over my
slender frame, he must have seen the old,
large scars on my back.
I quickly crossed my arms over my chest
turning around to face him; I was
overwhelmed with shock and embarrassment.
"Vergil! I was just taking off your mother's
dress, and I was just about to return it to
you. As for the scars...I ve had them since
I was little, I don't remember how I got
them"
Vergil started walking towards me with an
unreadable look in his eyes.
"Vergil! What are you doing? get out!"
But he just kept walking. Inside I panicked,
I had nowhere to retreat to. I was up
against the window; I closed my eyes and
looked away. I felt my face heating up, I
imagined how red it was, and I grew even
more self-conscious. He came closer, making
me grow even more nervous with every step. I
was quickly reminded of the time I walked in
on him just as he got out of the shower.
-
"W-what do you want?" I said timidly with a
slight stutter.
He finally approached me, and proceeded to
promptly pick me up carrying me towards the
bed.
"Vergil! Please, put me down!"
"You won't listen to me, so it leaves me
with no choice but to force you back to bed"
I'm not a child! I can get back into bed
myself, now put me down!"
He wouldn't listen and toses me on the bed.
I tried sitting up, but he pushed me back
down, and to my utter surprise he climbed
atop of me so that I couldn't get back up.
"V-Vergil what are you doing? get off of me!
Please" I pleaded.
My emotions were all over the place, I never
expected this to happen. It's not that I
didn't want this, just that...I didn't know
what to think. Infatuation came over me and
I was unable to do anything about it. I
couldn't think straight.
Vergil noticed that I had my arms crossed
over my chest.
"Why are you covering yourself? I've seen
you bare before"
He leaned over me and kissed me softly on my
lips, without thinking I kissed him back
eagerly.
So much was going through my mind. Without
warning he grabbed my arms and placed them
above my head.
"Vergil! Why are you doing this?
A small smirk played upon his lips as he
caressed my body with his eyes, I quickly
turned my head before our eyes had a chance
to meet.
"Your body, it s amazing" He whispered
softly into my ear.
The feel of his warm breath down my neck
sent wonderful chills all over my body; the
words he spoke into my ear made my heart
race. He started kissing my neck, groping my
breasts in a gentle yet firm grip, causing
me to moan. I felt so embarrassed hearing
myself. I didn't want him to see me this
way, embarrassed of being so overwhelmed by
this ecstatic feeling. Vergil started
descending my body until he reached my
stomach; he notices the large bruise that he
had inflicted on me.
I felt the warmth from his hand softly
touching my stomach as he kissed it. Causing
my body to twitch from the slight pressure
of his mouth. As he was making his way back
up he placed his hands beneath my back
propping me up at a slight angle making my
head fall back. He pulled me closer biting
my nipple as he clawed my back. Making me
moan loudly from both pleasure and pain.
Vergil found my suffering very much to his
liking.
"It pleases me to see how truly weak you
are, especially when I touch you" Vergil
smiled, a slight menace hiding behind that
grin.
After having him tell me how weak I was, I
grew irritated and I somehow, without
realizing, I was the one that was on top,
surprised at my own strength. Vergil too was
surprised that I managed to force him off of
me.
"Oh? I'm weak am I?" I said, pinning him
down.
I tied his wrists to the bed posts,
restricting him from free will movement,
giving me the opportunity to do as I wish
with him. I start to unzip his vest; I
pushed the now parted fabric to his sides
and began to caress him, raking my nails
across his bare chest. The sound of his
groaning excited me. Making me want to
torment him even more, I found myself
kissing him passionately. My breasts
pressing up against his chest. I leave his
mouth in favour of his neck, biting the soft
skin, leaving a trail of kisses in the wake
of my teeth marks. I start descending, I
felt him begin to struggle. The further I
descended down his torso, the more
aggressive he became.
"I'm going to get you once I free myself
from these bindings, woman!" he glared at
me, a fiery passion burning in his eyes.
I looked down at him long and hard, much
like an animal stared down at its prey
before attacking. I could see Vergil was
surprised to see me like this, his pale skin
turning to slightest flush of red.
I smiled wickedly as I continued down his
torso, reaching his navel. The brash sound
of his zip's undoing filled the room.
Causing him struggle in his bindings even
more. I started to remove his pants.
Just as I was about to have my way, he
finally broke free. Within an instant he was
back on top of me, like a wild animal that
had broken free from its cage, ready to
attack it's captor. I wouldn't let him take
control, the pain in my stomach grew
unbearable but that didn't stop me. We both
were wound up, biting and scratching each
other like wild beasts.
We ended up rolling ourselves off the bed,
wrestling closer and closer to the glass
balcony door. When we reached it, our savage
bodies hit it so hard the glass shattered.
That didn't stop us, as we were so deep in
the moment to even care what was happening.
Not even realizing we were cutting ourselves
as we rolled about on top of the shards of
glass.
-
Finally we grew tired, coming down from the
adrenaline rush. I ended up on top of him,
both of us breathing heavily. I noticed that
he had a large shard in his chest; gently I
applied pressure to it making him groan from
the pain, before pulling it out and licked
his blood off as it slowly ran down the
sharp glass.
After pulling all the shards from his body,
I began to get up, but he pulled me back
down, pushing me to the floor and got back
on top of me. He wiped the sweat from his
forehead as he ran his fingers through his
hair. He then looked down at me, and began
to softly caress my face wiping the sweat
from my brow. I looked up at him, his face
and body glowing slightly in the moonlight.
He was faintly smiling at me. Timidly, I
smiled back as I thought to myself, This
man this, demon is truly incredible . I
deeply adored him; I d never seen anything
more breathtaking in all my life. To me, he
was beyond perfection. I d never felt more
alive. He began pulling out all the shards
in my body, except one that was in my
stomach. Very slowly he twisted it as he
pushes it in deeper making me scream.