A Demon's Angel

So… Sorry but there wasn't an A/N last chapter. I CBA to do one to be honest. I want to write a story where the character changes the OC, not vice-versa. So I am. By the way, just incase anyone noticed that Skylar's really cold… She's meant to be. Also I realise that last chapter she MAY have been too Mary-Sue, and I'm working on that. (!MUST FIND FLAWS!)

Chapter 2 - Deal with it

Dante fell back, feeling his head hit the floor with a smash. Usually, he'd be able to get back up just fine, but something was different and he actually felt weak for once. Skylar seemed shocked that he wasn't making a comeback, and knelt down next to him to check his pulse. Her fingers were ridiculously cold.

Dante lifted Ebony from his side and aimed it at Skylar, but either she didn't notice or she didn't care. He soon lowered it. Catherine ran in again, and started crying when she saw Dante bleeding on the floor. She was shooed out by her mother and after a while, and the woman kicked Dante in the ribs. Why? He had no idea.

"That…Hurt." He muttered. Skylar opened the door and someone in the corridor waved to her. His expression turned cold when the saw Dante lying in the floor, and he ran over to the door. Skylar slammed it in his face and barricaded it with a chair under the handle and a bolt lock at the top. Why hadn't his wound closed yet? He's part Demon!

"Take off your coat." Skylar demanded. Dante laughed. "What?" She asked, furious.

"Little soon, don't you think babe?" He smirked. Again a kick to his side. Dante tried to move his arms but failed, too weak to do much at all. Skylar sighed in pure aggravation and knelt beside him again, lifting his head and torso up and moving behind him so that his head was on her stomach and she was straddling his shoulders. Then she started to yank at the sleeves off the coat.

Dante sat through the battle Skylar was having with his leather without a word or gasp of pain. Not even a flinch. She threw it over to the left of the room and pulled the bandage round her eyes tighter. Then, out of nowhere, she produced a first aid kit.

"Where'd you get that from?" He asked, looking up at her and trying to see behind her bandage. She didn't answer. Dante felt his shoulders being lifted slightly and felt her wrapping a silky smooth bandage round his chest. He let out a grateful sigh. Why was he feeling better already? A blinding white light filled the room as Skylar moved one flat hand over his wound, then faded as quickly as it had appeared.

"Hey! What was that?"
"Nothing."
"What are you? Are you a demon too? What are you hiding?"
"Nothing."
"Speak to me!" Dante screamed, flipping over and finding that his strength had been renewed.

He almost threw Skylar across the room, the pounced on her and pushed her against the wall. He took his hands from his side and put one round her neck, slowly lifting her up. The other held Ebony to her chin. She managed to choke out his name before the man at the door broke in and floored him.

Skylar darted in front of Dante before the mysterious man could do any worse and slapped him across the jaw, pointing to the busted door that was hanging off its hinges. Despite being clearly infuriated, the man walked out with his fists clenched.

"You must excuse him. He's not usually like that." Skylar said, turning to Dante with the same solemn look she always had. Dante shook his head and muttered something totally incomprehensible, then stood up. For a moment he was surprised by how tall Skylar was. Not many girls were as tall as 6'3". Dante figured she was maybe two inches shorter, give or take.

In an instant she turned in her heel and walked out of the door, motioning Dante to follow. He rushed for his coat and did as he was told. For once.
"You will share my quarters for the week." Skylar said, opening a white door to a highly decorated apartment.

"A week?" Dante asked. Skylar nodded. Everything in the front room was white and gold, looking classy. Walking around, he saw that the kitchen was just plain silver and black, and the bathroom was a muted blue. The bedroom was huge. A large orange king-sized bed was sitting in all of it's four-poster glory, the sheets hanging from the posts a fiery red to match the cushions.

"Make yourself at home. Just don't make it messy, Dante." She said, then turned to TV on a 40" screen. He went to the fridge out of instinct and opened the door, taking out a can of beer and setting it on the counter next to him. Beer? Dante shook his head and read the label, realising he'd never tried it, and walked out to sit with her on the sofa. She shoved him away.

"Hey! I'm just watching TV! You can't even see it anyway." He said.

"I'm watching a stand-up. I don't need to watch it. I have ears, you know." She sighed, then slouched in her seat and tightened the bandage round her head. There was a few soft knocks at the door and Catherine ran in with leaps and bounds. Skylar paid no attention.

The young girl smiled sweetly at Dante, and the half-Demon smiled back. He took a long swig from his beer can and stood up to go and see the little girl.

"Stay away from her!" Skylar screamed, throwing whatever was nearest to her at Dante and hitting him on the head. Thankfully she'd had her had in a fruit bowl, and only succeeded in hitting him with an orange. Dante scowled and walked off to the shower.

"Why are you so mean to him, Mommy?" The girl asked, bouncing up to her mother with a cute little frown. Her little black curls settled lightly on her head after she'd finished jumping everywhere. A man walked in, tall and slender, with a white suit on. His ebony curls waved around his head as Catherine's did, only shorter and more collected. Sapphire, almost black eyes came to rest on the tiny child. Skylar stiffened slightly and sat up straight.

"Ah, Catherine. I thought I'd find you here, with your mother. Come here, and lets go home sweetheart." The man said, towering menacingly over his daughter. She didn't seem to care. In fact, she looked up at him in admiration and ran out of the room expecting him to follow. He didn't.

"Skylar. Good to see you again. How've you been lately?" He asked. The shower cut off in the background.
"Leave. Now, Anthony. You have no right to be here." Skylar said, trying to keep her voice even despite her clear trembling. He walked out and slammed the door shut, granting Skylar some relaxation.

She sat there for what seems like hours, listening to the obviously funny comedian on her TV but not feeling well enough to laugh. Dante had clearly finished in the shower and Skylar could hear him in the hall, soft footsteps on the carpet there. He walked in and sat next to her, closer than last time. She knew because of the way that she sank lower into the sofa on her side.

"Are you okay? You look kinda sick…" Dante said, turning off the TV. Skylar nodded at him and stood up, feeling a wave of nausea hit her and falling straight back down to the settee. Dante was quite shocked by it and wasn't exactly sure how to help her at all, but he managed to get her to the bathroom and perch her over the toilet ready to vomit. He dragged her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her bandana, then walked out. He heard her stomach lurch minutes later.

He had no idea why she was sick. She hadn't eaten anything yet. Maybe that was it - the lack of food. He doubted it. Dante made his way to the bedroom and stripped himself free of all clothing save his boxer shorts, and climbed into the covers. If she was so blind, why was everything so pretty?