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Post by danteslover on Dec 22, 2005 20:40:49 GMT -5
lol. Yeah, it did. Most likely. Just the first thing i think of as an interesting place for something to happen. lol. I hope you can focus. Eventually, a new idea will jsut drive you insane and you'll have to write it... or avoid it entirley because of how annoying it's getting. Only have two on here. You don't have to read the Drakengard one. It's baisically the first verse in the game. I know you read the DMC one, only to see that it was one you've already read. I'll put on the other chapters I have for it, then focus on chapter four. Kay?
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Post by silverflame on Dec 22, 2005 22:28:46 GMT -5
I think the roof is going to become a symbol for my stories now.
I'll be looking forward to your next chapter, then.
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Post by silverflame on Dec 26, 2005 23:29:23 GMT -5
Note: It took me a while to start writing again, but I did. It's a short chapter, but I'll probably be working on the next soon. And there is a roof scene is this one, too.
[shadow=red,left,300]Chapter 2[/shadow]
Kyla immediately shoved past both men, thinking she was going to run and find Tara, but she didn’t know where the hospital was.
“You’ll be better off here.” He said with a cold voice.
Without thinking of what she was doing, Kyla suddenly began punching at the man in blue, not even caring that he was blocking all of her hits.
Dante, suddenly worried that his brother would do something to hurt her, quickly pulled her back and whispered, “Calm down. Everything’s going to be okay.” He held her close, watching his twin with weary eyes.
“You don’t need to protect her from me, Dante.” He spoke. “I’m not going to hurt her.” With a calm step, he moved towards Kyla and brushed a stray tear from her cheek.
Kneeling down, he whispered to her, “You’ll be safe here. And when she gets out, the two of you can leave or stay. I promise.”
Kyla looked into his cold eyes with fascination. Why was he promising this to her? “Okay.” She answered even though he wasn’t waiting for one.
“Come on.” He said as he stood and motioned for her to follow him.
“I don’t think—“ Dante started before being interrupted.
“You’re right. You don’t think. But I do, so she’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it.” His brother said as he watched Kyla walk to him.
They walked through the apartment, neither one saying a word. But Kyla did glance at him every once in a while, becoming more curious about him with each passing moment. He was treating her kindly, but she had the feeling that there was something hidden about him. Some sort of danger she had never sensed from anyone else. Was this why he attracted her so much?
He suddenly stopped and motioned for her to go ahead of him, the look in his eyes assuring her that he wouldn’t leave.
Minutes later Kyla found herself on the roof with this man whose name she still didn’t know. She looked to the sky, watching the clouds drift past without a care. Little did she know he was doing the same as she was doing.
“I come up here to get away from Dante.” He suddenly informed her. “You’ll want to use this as an escape, too, if he ever irritates you.”
Kyla nodded. “What’s your name?” She asked in a whisper.
He slowly turned his head in her direction, watching her hair as the soft breeze lifted it from her shoulders. “Vergil.” He whispered before turning back to the clouds.
Kyla's POV
I don't know what it was about him that caught my interest so much. But I seemed to feel that there was something we had in common, me and Vergil. I just didn't know what.
We stood there for a long time, hardly saying anything. It wasn't until I began to shiver from the cold that he suggested we go back in.
"I'm okay." I answered his suggestion. "I just don't want to--"
"I understand." He quickly interrupted me when I was about to explain.
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to fend off the cold. I think my teeth even began to chatter, that is until I felt him wrap his coat around me. I looked into his eyes, hoping to see his reason for what he did, but couldn't see anything. He calmly stepped back to his place and looked back to the sky.
My eyes stayed with him.
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Post by Meluivan Indil on Dec 26, 2005 23:36:12 GMT -5
Oh I like Vergil. He is so dark and mysterious. This just makes me want to know more.
M.
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Post by silverflame on Dec 26, 2005 23:43:48 GMT -5
I like him too. And you will get to know more about him.
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Post by silverflame on Dec 28, 2005 5:02:35 GMT -5
Chapter 3
It’s amazing how well I remember that day, his pale eyes turned towards the darkening sky, the feel of his coat hanging on my shoulders. The memory of the soft breeze brushing through his hair is the strongest. Could all of that been the reason why I trusted him so much? Or was it because he helped me when Tara betrayed me? Even now it’s difficult to keep from killing her when I think of what she did. Didn’t she know how I felt for him?
It had been days since Kyla had been brought to the twin’s apartment. There still hadn’t been any word about Tara, but that had come close to being a faint memory to Kyla.
Vergil had begun to teach her to use a sword and the reason why he never used guns like his brother. “Guns,” he explained, “are the weapons of a coward. You stand at a distance and pull the trigger. A sword is more personal, more honorable. With a sword, you’re not just fighting so close you can see the eyes of your enemy, but you can feel what he feels, see what he sees.” He paused for a moment before adding, “Love what he loves.”
Kyla nodded, not noticing Vergil’s eyes on her as he spoke.
“That’s a bunch of crap.” Dante exclaimed as he left his place against the wall. “If you could get all that from fighting with a sword, you’d have given it up a long time ago.”
Vergil’s eyes moved from Kyla to Dante. “Do you want me to tell her what’s been on your mind, brother?”
Dante stopped and gave a nervous laugh. “No. She doesn’t need to know.”
“Come on, Dante. Tell me.” Kyla said teasingly, winning a smirk from Dante.
“I’d rather show you.” He answered, lunging at Kyla and running into Vergil instead. He looked at his brother, wondering why he was stopping his little game.
“This is not the time for you to start chasing her through the apartment.” Vergil growled, holding Kyla behind him protectively. “You know why I’m teaching her, now stop interrupting.”
With a glum look in his eyes, Dante nodded and walked away, leaving Kyla to wonder what Vergil had meant.
Hours later the phone rang, causing a race between Kyla and Dante. Vergil just stood and watched as his brother quickly grabbed Kyla before she could reach the phone and swung her around, out of its reach.
“Hello?” Dante spoke as he tried to keep from laughing about the struggling Kyla.
Finally getting annoyed, Vergil took Kyla from Dante and led her up to the roof. It had become the easiest way to break her of her hyper moods after Dante had riled her up so much.
Kyla calmly watched Vergil walk to the edge of the roof, listening to his barely audible footsteps. “You don’t approve of me and Dante being so close to each other, do you?” She asked.
“I don’t approve of the noise.” He answered coldly.
Kyla nodded and moved to stand beside him. “I can see why you keep coming up here, then. I just don’t know why you insist on bringing me with.”
Vergil stood silently.
“I guess you’ve gotten tired of being up here alone, then.” She whispered.
Turning to her almost in anger, Vergil growled, “Being alone doesn’t affect me like it does a human.”
“What?” Kyla looked at him with confusion. What did he mean?
Kyla’s POV
I had looked into his eyes for so long before I realized that what he had said meant more than I had ever thought.
We both turned to the sound of Dante running up the stairs, Vergil’s expression was still as cold as before while mine was slightly disappointed. I listened as Dante explained that the call was from the hospital and Tara was okay.
Letting out a relieved sigh, I leaned against Vergil without thinking of what I was doing. It wasn’t until I saw the look in Dante’s eyes that I realized and pulled away, keeping my eyes from Vergil’s.
The three of us drove to the hospital, luckily it was Vergil who was driving instead of Dante or we would have never made it there in one piece. A few minutes after arriving, we were in Tara’s room and the two of us were in tears.
“I’m so sorry for what happened.” I sobbed as I carefully wrapped my arms around her. “I shouldn’t have been the one driving.”
“No.” Tara answered. “If I had been driving, we wouldn’t have just crashed, we would have gotten a ticket, too.”
Though we were crying, we both had to laugh. It felt like ages since we had last been together. Yet it felt like it had just been a few minutes ago.
Vergil told me we had to go, so Tara could rest. I didn’t want to agree, but did since he was right. I gave her a hug before leaving and hid in Dante’s arms as we left.
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Post by danteslover on Jan 20, 2006 21:26:56 GMT -5
Yay, Dante is being himself! *hugs him, then realises someone else (I speak of him in confidential terms for now) is getting jealous and hugs him instead* I liked this chapter alot. And you're right; the roof is going to become a signature of sorts for you. It's in every story numrous times. Something about a roof top adds so much to a story. But then, blood, gore, violence, and explosions and fast cars work too. Hehe... Anyways, I really like how this is unfolding. Continue soon.^-^ DL
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