Heavensblackcat: Sorry for the late update, I'm getting writer's block, and I've been busy since summer vacation started. It's a bit shorter than I wanted it. So I hope you'll enjoy. Please read and review!
Does it kill
Does it burn
Is it painful to learn
That it's me that has all the control
Does it thrill
Does it sting
When you feel what I bring
And you wish that you had me to hold
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Harder to Breathe - Maroon 5
Chapter five: Harder to Breathe
On the third day, Dante knew that something was wrong. Maybe it was because Lea hadn't contacted him, or the old man had called and said that he'd been fired from the case.
Or maybe it was the call from a frantic Nero, begging him to help him find his beloved Kyrie.
Or all the above, Dante thought. Sighing, he planted his feet on the floor and stood up. The demon slayer gathered his guns, sword, and coat before walking out the door.
Nero paced the boardwalk. Normally he would enjoy the cool breeze, but right now he couldn't think.
Thoughts kept returning to Kyrie, to his dreams, which were getting steadily worse by night, and-
"When is Dante getting here?" He mumbled angrily.
"Somebody's in a bad mood." Dante strolled up to Nero, a big stupid grin on his face. "Did somebody forget to take their nap today?" He teased.
"Shut up." Nero glared at him.
Dante put his arm over Nero's shoulders and leaned on him. "You know I'm just joking around kid. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't worried about Kyrie too."
Truth be told, Dante felt that the answers to his questions would be answered if he came to Fortuna. He was close to something. A secret that made Lea run away. Dante flashed Nero his best smile and Nero shrugged him off.
"Whatever, let's go." The kid turned on his heel and walked away from the docks.
"Lead the way, Kid." Dante teased.
A cold chill ran up Kyrie spine. It's been three days since she saw Nero. He'd must be really worried by now, she thought. That man, Vergil, had taken her captive and locked her into a room in Fortuna Castle.
Now she was stuck in the cold forbidding place. Kyrie hadn't been felt this useless since she was captured with by Agnus.
The young woman placed cold hands on her arms and leaned against the window. Something felt wrong, a small foreboding in the back of her mind. Nero. If she really tried she could see the outline of their home. A place that they built up from rubble and took loving care to make it work.
Kyrie felt heartsick. She didn't know what Vergil wanted. But it was only a matter of time before she found out. And she feared the worst.
The door opened and in walked Vergil.
"That really hurt." Lea leaned up against the tombstone, a shaking hand rested on her stomach. Blood mixed with spittle flowed down the side of her lips.
The doll stared at her. Unblinking green eyes watched crimson blood flow past pale fingers.
"You know not many people can sneak up on me. I'm surprised you did." The teen coughed up blood.
It grinned at her, and tilted its head to the side. Reaching its claws towards Lea, the doll lunged in for the kill.
Lea rolled to the side and let it destroy the tombstone. She smiled. "Miss me, miss me." She sang tauntingly.
The doll stared at her curiously, before tugging at its claws. The four black claws were buried up to the hand in graveyard soil.
Not bothering with a witty comment, that she was sure the doll wouldn't get, Lea got up from the ground and retreated.
Vergil felt like a predator stalking his prey. The way the young woman watched him, eyes wary and distrusting.
He set the tray of food on the night stand. "If you're hungry, I've prepared a meal." He spoke coolly, watching her face shift from mistrust to surprise.
"Thank you." Vergil almost didn't hear her. He was surprised that the young woman was polite to her captor. It made for a nice change of pace.
"You're welcome." He said, blue eyes glinting in amusement.
This was going to be quite fun.
Something wasn't right. Maybe it was the way the wind blew, or the dark aura that hung around the place. Maybe it was the blood on the ground, the smashed tombstones, or Nero's dumbstruck look. Whatever it was, something definitely wasn't right here.
Dante took one look and strode right into the cemetery with Nero hot on his heels.
"What happened here?" Nero asked, pale fingers touching bloody grass.
"Your guess is as good as mine, Kid." Dante replied. Was that a trail? Experienced eyes followed a small bloody trail. It seemed to lead out of the cemetery. Not bothering to tell the kid, Dante began to slowly follow the path.
"Old man," Nero shouted jogging to catch up to his elder. The elder slayer waved his hand. The blood led to bushes at the far end.
Signaling Nero to come closer, Dante quickly and quietly stepped towards the bushes. Dante could feel Nero's breath on the back of his neck.
Hot, sticky, and distracting but something was hiding in the bushes, and he'd be damned if it was a demon and it ambushed him.
Drawing Ivory, Dante pushed back branches. He heard a small choked gasped.
Dante lips formed a slight frown. Curled up back behind the bushes, dirty, bloody, and obviously in pain, was Lea.
One blue eye gazed up at him, before it squeezed shut. Dante pitched forward, dropping Ivory, and caught her.
Fire, it wanted to consume her. Eat her up. Swallow her up like the big bad wolf. It hurts so bad.
Then came the pain. Tiny pinpricks that started at her stomach, walked up and down her spine, and decided to stay at her right eye.
Shallow breaths, breathe.
Something was on her chest, constricting her lungs. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. She was dreaming. It was defiantly that dream again. The flames, the heat, pain, fire.
"My dear Lea, what's wrong? You're bleeding." That voice, oh God. No.
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