I Took Care of You, You Took Care of Me

Chapter 1: A Kiss of Mercy

Dante tried as hard as he could to hide himself within the pews of the gothic church. He was bleeding profusely from both his side and back. Quickly, he began to reload his gun with the last round.

“I’m getting close.”

Dante froze his entire form when he heard the hoarse voice of the monster. For the first time in his life the half demon understood the feeling of fear. After living a life without the constant weight of mortality he now found himself weak and on the brink of death. He could sense the angel of death nudging at his shoulder, teasing him that his end is near.

“Come out little Hunter.”

He tried in vain of getting up but the excruciating pain in his side kept him crouching down between the pews.

“This is it.” He whispered, softly that not even the predator heard him. “I’m going to…” Dante couldn’t finish the sentence. No! Fuck that! He locked his gun once more. I’m a fucking demon for Christ sake!

And with his last boost of energy, he jumped from his hiding place where he saw the demon a distance away, smiling at his prey.

“There you are, I was beginning to worry you were already lying dead somewhere.” He smiled his abnormally large mouth, displaying his row upon rows of teeth, each craved down to a point.

“Go to hell.” Dante raised his two guns and didn’t hesitate pulling the trigger. Instantly the church was filled with the screaming barrels of the two guns. After the last bullet was shot Dante knew before the smoke cleared that the creature had long sprinted away from the bullets, leaving the white haired half-demon dry with no bullets. “Shit!” He turned around only to see the creature just inches away from him.

The monster flung his arm into Dante’s stomach, sending him across the long aisle into the Alter. Once Dante stopped skidding across the floor he knew he had to get up now but his legs were dead to his control. A cough sprung from his chest, spitting blood out of his mouth.

As his eyes opened he saw the demon crouching over his body before lifting him up with one clawed hand. Dante struggled to free himself as he dangled helplessly, gasping for air, however, he was as good as dead in the claws of the creature. The demon laughed at Dante’s relentless fight.

“Maybe after this, you’ll understand that the Sadistic Sessell will always triumph as victorious.” He reared his head back in laughter, sticking his long bloody tongue out in the air. Dante prayed for a distraction to come and quick as he felt the last of his blood drip down his back splattering on the floor.

Suddenly, he heard a gasp. Dante lifted his eyes off the floor and found a bloody hand emerge from the demon’s chest, carrying his pulsing heart. The demon looked down to find his heart pushed from his chest and soon became indifferent of the half demon young man. He dropped the dying hunter to the ground while gurgling blood in his throat.

The carrier of the heart leaned closer to the demon’s ear to whisper a comment.

“Maybe after this, you’ll learn that shit heads like you are nothing but talk.” He grinned wide, displaying vampire teeth before dropping the heart only inches away from Dante’s face.

Before the demon could protest he was flung to the wall with enough force to crash his body through the thick plastered paint. The stranger knew well enough the demon was dead once he went through the wall which gave him no purpose of chasing after his form. Dante groaned in pain, catching the stranger’s attention. The man knelt down to look closer at the white haired man.

Dante raised his clear blue eyes to catch the view of sunglasses masking the stranger’s eyes. The half demon continued looking at the stranger in red while coughing continuously and shaking with an unexpected chill.

Dante couldn’t understand what kept his eyes to continue lingering on the stranger who just spared his life from the demon. He struggled to ask who he was but was cut short with a cough of blood. It seemed the sight of his blood animated the stranger as he leaned in closer to the young man. He pulled off his sunglasses to better view the dying mortal. Dante’s eyes widen as he looked into the eyes of a vampire. He knew what now was kneeling before him and feared that he had to fight him too.

“Don’t get yourself worked up, boy.” The vampire shushed. “I’m not going to fight you.” Dante calmed down in response. “It really doesn’t matter. I can hear your heart beat slowing down right now. The question is: do you want to die and leave this world or do you want to die and roam forever just as young as you are now?”

Dante understood what the vampire was proposing. He was offering his immortal blood to save him from a mortal death. In the past Dante would spit at the damned creature and curse at such an offer. Yet, something about his persona drew Dante like a moth to a flame. He wanted to learn everything of what laid behind those crimson eyes. He desired to be needed by this gracefully creature. As the most unexpected thing Dante has done, he wanted more then anything to be with the vampire even if it meant turning his back on everything he stood for.

The half demon didn’t need to answer for the vampire read his mind clear enough to know that he wanted it. Gently, the black haired beauty lifted Dante’s head off the ground with one arm while he sliced the other hand with his sharp teeth. Dante watched in fascination and horror as the vampire prepared himself.

“Usually, one would close one’s eyes in cases like this.” Dante looked back at the vampire and with much force closed his eyes of life for one last time.

REVIEW! For all those that don’t know, Dante Sparda is the main character of Devil May Cry which is the same Dante I am using in this story. Expect lots of risqué topics such as blood, drugs, profanity, sex—all the usual things you would read in a very good Hellsing fanfic. Keep a look out for Chapter Two and thank you for reading my first chapter.