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Fire and Ice	By : Ginae_Evans Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 6391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You watched, eyes narrowed in sharp concentration, as Vergil's chest moved steadily up and down. As far as you could tell, he was deeply asleep. In his chair, with another book upside down on the floor next to him. Again. A swatch of blue and gold poking out from beneath the novel caught your attention momentarily. A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you realized what it was; the bookmark you'd made him for his birthday. So, he liked it after all. You blinked as a twinge of wistfulness caught you off guard. In spite of everything, you'd come to grow very fond of this quiet, serious man. It almost pained you that you had to leave. But … Your expression hardened and you set your mouth into a firm line.
Damned if you were going to just stick around to wait and see if this one and his brother decided on killing you.
Nope. You were growing weary of other people deciding your fate for you. It would be best for all if you just slipped quietly away into the night. Of course, it would be the dreary start to a life on the run, but was that really so different than what you were already doing? You heave a deep sigh and tiptoe back down the hall to your room. The suitcases you'd brought were already packed and waiting on the neatly made bed.
You'd waited for several hours for Vergil to retire for the evening. When he didn't, you knew he was going to stay up to keep watch. More often than not, he'd stay awake throughout the entire night. But sometimes, he'd fall asleep reading. Luckily for you, this was one of those times. Still though, you had no intention of going out the front door. It squeaked. No. This time you were going to go out your bedroom window.
You drop your bags out first, wincing when they made a slight thud as they hit the grass below. Without moving, you wait and listen. Nothing. If he'd heard, he'd have already been in here. That much you knew. Vergil, if nothing else, was frighteningly fast.
Quickly, you swing your legs over the window sill and follow suit. Again, you still, listening. Nothing. He must've been very, very tired. Although, how he couldn't hear your heart beating right now, you had no idea. You were certain that it might very well burst from your chest at this rate. Clutching your suitcases, you set a quick pace for the nearest bus stop, hoping nothing was lurking in the dark waiting to pounce on you. Dimly, you were grateful that this was a rather large city and that the buses ran all night for convenient's sake.
As you board the night bus, you start to ponder where exactly it was that you were going. You politely ask the driver if there was a Greyhound Depot anywhere nearby, and were gratified to discover that there was one built directly into the transit station. All you had to do was wait until he ended up back there, then you could buy a ticket to anywhere and simply vanish.
A perfect, simple plan.
Such as it was, anyhow. There were many other much more favorable scenarios in which you'd prefer to be at this moment. You sigh, cringing as you hear a distinct waver. A moment later, your eyes blur with the sudden onslaught of tears.
This had been a hell of a couple of months. And now? Well guess what, friends and neighbors? You were on the lam. Yay. Staring out the windows, you watch as Vergil's neighborhood grew smaller and smaller, before disappearing into the night.
After a few stops, it was obvious that this particular bus route was going to take awhile. It wasn't long before you were lulled into an uneasy doze. Very few passengers boarded or rode at this hour, and you were somewhat grateful for the quiet and partial privacy. The bus driver, however, had already given you several concerned glances from his rear view mirror.
"You, ah, ok there, girly?" He'd inquired at the start, after you'd wiped several tears from your cheeks.
You'd nodded silently and offered him a wan smile. After which, he'd left you alone but for the curious looks. You turn your attention out the window to avoid his eyes, and instead let your mind wander. What would Vergil do when he woke up to discover that you'd fled?
A slight crease appeared between your brows. You honestly didn't know. He was so difficult to read. Quite frankly, it had seemed that he was warming to you, but he was so subtle it was hard to tell. Likely, he'd be relieved. No more "annoying human" to "babysit", as he'd been so inclined to complain. Briefly, you wonder if he'd come looking for you, then quickly dismiss it. Why should he? Granted, he had said you were a threat. But, were you a large enough one that he'd-
"End of the road, girly."
Startled, you jerk in your seat. "W-what?"
The driver half-turned, brow arched. "Last stop. Transit station. You did say you wanted the Greyhound, right?"
"Oh! Yes, of course. Sorry. I was just... lost in thought, I guess. Thank you for your help." You toss him another unconvincing smile and gather your luggage again. As you edge your way down the aisle, he tapped your arm just as you started down the steps.
"You sure you're ok? You look kinda scared. I could stick around and see that you get where you need to go."
You take a look at his earnest face. His eyes were honest and he seemed to be genuinely troubled for you. His kindness made your eyes fill again and you felt that you owed him some sort of explanation so that he'd be able to rest easier. Even if it would be a lie. "No, no. Nothing like that. I just got word of a death of someone very, very close to me. I'm going to be with her family now."
"Oh! Oh, I see. My condolences, young lady. I didn't mean to pry, but when one sees a scared-looking girl with a bag, getting on a bus late at night, one usually thinks that-"
"Yes, I understand completely. Thank you for your concern, but I really must be going-"
Expression relieved, he nodded and waved you off. "Good luck, Miss."
Glancing around, you catch sight of the familiar Greyhound logo on a brightly colored sign. This time, your sigh was one of relief. Now, you had some sort of choice. You could plan a path. It was a novel idea and something that'd you never had the option to do before.
You make your way towards the building and take a look over the list of schedules. After a brief moment of study, It appeared that the next bus would be departing in an hour and a half.
Rrrrgh. You grind your teeth in frustration and skim the lists again.
There was nothing sooner. No matter how many times you reread the damned thing. Well, at least it would be going to another city twelve hours away. It would be a hell of a head start, if nothing else. And, it was affordable. You allow yourself a small amount of pride for having enough foresight to save your funds for an emergency. This, though, quickly faded as you took a seat on one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs to wait. Every now and again, you'd shoot a nervous glance at the door when someone would walk through. Ludicrous, of course. He was probably still asleep in his chair. Head tilted back, eyes closed, and with that one lock of hair that always fell into his eyes-
Stop it.
Shaking your head slightly, you glance up at the clock and slump down into your seat. Try though you might to stay awake, your eyelids kept drooping shut and you soon fall into another light doze. Several minutes later, it deepened into an actual sleep. You awoke some time later, startled when several people swept passed you. Rubbing your eyes, you look up at the clock and see that you now only had five minutes to board your bus.
"Shit," you murmur, blinking the sleep from your eyes.
You lean forward a bit to grasp the handles of your bags when you catch sight of two very familiar brown boots, crossed at the ankles, one seat down and across from you. Slowly, your gaze traveled up the long legs, to the folded arms, broad chest and, finally, into the icy blue eyes of Vergil Sparda. The two of you regard one another for a long while. Your bus eventually leaves, unnoticed, without you on it. You were still slightly bent forward, hands curled around the suitcase handles, mouth slightly ajar. Vergil merely stared back, expressionless.
Finally he spoke, and a wave of goosebumps rose on your skin at his frozen tone. "If you're quite done being foolish for one evening, might we return home? This place smells foul and it's rather nauseating."
You tried to speak, but your throat seemed to be fused shut. After several seconds of trying, you finally just nod and unhappily watch your feet.
"Good. I trust you will come along willingly? It'd be tiresome, not to mention irritating, to have to drag you out by your hair."
Another nod.
"Let's go, then." Vergil stood and bent to take your bags from you. He paused to glance at your face, but you refused to meet his gaze. At this, he offered a distinctly put-out sounding, "Hn."
Meekly, you follow him back to his car and wait while he puts your bags into the trunk. He unlocks the car and nods towards the passenger side. "Get in."
You do so without comment.
As he began the drive back, you open your mouth to offer something. An apology, an explanation, just something. But before you can utter a word, he tosses you a sharp, angry glance, effectively silencing you.
"Believe me when I say that we will discuss this thoroughly when we arrive home."
Your gaze returns to your feet and the rest of the ride was completed in silence.
It would be several days before you realized he omitted the word "my" before the word "home".
Another hour later, you were seated on his couch with a guilty expression consuming your features. Vergil was standing in front of the aquarium with his hands clasped behind his back. Neither one of you had taken the initiative to speak first. Honestly, you were terrified. You had no idea what the repercussions would be.
"Running away? Truly?"
You jump in your seat, jerking a startled glance up at him. He'd turned to watch you, frozen features melting into wrath. Your heart begins to pick up speed. Unexpectedly, however, with the fear came a self-righteous anger of your own.
"Yeah. Really. What, you thought I was just gonna stick around and hope that you and Dante would decide not to murder me?! Yeah, not happening."
Instantly, he was directly in front of you, one large hand suddenly grasping you around the throat. You drew in a rush of air, preparing to scream in fright, when his other hand clamped down hard on your mouth. What actually came out was a pathetic-sounding muffled grunt against his palm. You squeeze your eyes shut and prepare to be throttled to death.
Several moments of silence passed before you realized that he wasn't squeezing the life out of you. Slowly, you open your eyes to find him watching you curiously, hand still wrapped around your neck. "Even now, you still believe that I mean you harm?" This time, there was a marked sadness to his voice.
You widen your eyes incredulously. "Are you kidding me?" The irony of the situation forced a laugh from you. "You ask me that as you have a hand around my throat, Vergil."
"Merely to gain your attention. You weren't thinking clearly. Might I add that I am not choking you. Far from it." His hand fell away, and you feel a lingering warmth before your skin began to cool.
"What do you mean I wasn't 'thinking clearly'? You told me yourself that the easiest thing to do would be to 'do away with me'. You remember that? Because, lemme tell ya; Icertainly do. It isn't the thing that one one just forgets." You snap, pushing him away further.
He grants you some space, and even takes a couple of steps back. "Fair enough. But I also told you that I'd rather not have to. A fact that you have forgotten."
You shake your head, "Not good enough. Why should I stick around if there's even the slightest chance that that is what it might come to? In fact, I should go. My enemies obviously know I'm here. The smartest thing for me to do now is to relocate."
"And when they find you again? Because, I assure you, they will. What will you do then? At least here, you have me. Elsewhere, you'll be quite alone and quite vulnerable. From there, the outcome will be easily deduced; they will awaken whatever is in there," he points to your forehead, "and you will become our enemy. If that happens, I will kill you. No question. No hesitation. And no matter how I might feel about it." He paused and traces that same finger down your cheek, watching you with an inscrutable expression. "Or, you can stay here and let us try to figure out a way to prevent that from happening."
A tiny bloom of hope began bud deep in your chest. "Do... Do you think there is a way to help me?"
"There might be. But, if you run again and they catch up with you before I can, it'll be too late to find out."
"So, what now?"
Vergil shrugged and turned towards the fish tank again, watching the Betta swim slowly around the surface of the water. "I've told you already, I need to speak with Dante. The two of us took out Mundus when he was at full power, I see no reason why we wouldn't be able to figure out a way to deal with his immature seed."
You wince and wrap your arms around yourself, unhappy with the reminder. It was a terrible feeling, knowing that you had a stowaway on board. Silently biding its time.
Vergil glanced over his shoulder at you, "If you run away again, I shall have to ground you. This time though, I believe I will let you off with a warning."
You felt a reluctant smile tug at the corners of your mouth this time. "What if I do it again?"
A considering silence, "Perhaps then I will take Orwryn's advice and chain you to my bed."
"I may have to tempt fate."
"Do as you please. You're aware of all of the possible outcomes, now. Just believe me when I say that I will make good on my threats should you behave irresponsibly again."
You offer him a smart salute. "Fine! You win. I'll be good."
He turned and arched a brow at you. "I very much doubt that, but I've little other choice than to take you at your word at this point. However," he held up one finger and his familiar one-sided smirk appeared. "You'll find that your bedroom window doesn't open any longer."
Your mouth dropped open. "You ass. Really?!"
"Yes, really. Now go back to bed and stay there this time, please. This is one of those nights where I could actually use a few hours rest. Tomorrow, we'll pay Dante a visit and see if we can't make all of this unpleasantness go away. Alright?" He tilts his head slightly and simply waits to see if you would choose to comply.
Slowly, you nod. "Yeah. Alright. And, I'm sorry I made you chase me all over town. Ok?"
"Apology accepted. I'll see you in the morning, then." Without further ado, he turns and walks down the hall. A moment later, you hear his door shut.
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