|STIGMA Long Hard Road out of Hell
Author: Isis976 PM
Set between STIGMA 1 & 2 Alex bored with the quietness of her life is suddenly given a seemingly routine assignment with interesting results.Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama/Supernatural - Vergil - Chapters: 7 - Words: 6,722 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 04-10-12 - Published: 07-06-11 - id: 7151661
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Long Hard Road Out of Hell
Chapter 1 – Vergil – Anathema
Authors Note: This is set between STIGMA 1 & 2. It is meant to bridge some of the story points. This won't be an action packed epic but rather a piece I've been wanting to write to explain a few things. Hope you enjoy.
Devils don't sleep. However half devils do although nowhere near as much as humans. Maybe two or three hours per night. Although those few short hours are still enough time for me to dream.
And dream I do. I dream of dark things, dark places and dark times. I dream of the monster that I was and still am. I dream of my mother. Gods how I miss her. And then I dream of her.
Your face is always the last things that I see before I wake up. Those lovely green eyes, that innocent smile framed by chestnut curls. I knew you were alive somewhere. I can feel it. Your face brings me to a question that I struggle to answer.
Are you Alexandra McCann? Are you hiding in plain sight from the enemies that destroyed your parents all those years ago? Are you the strong beautiful woman who's pure force of will and defiant mind clashes with my own?
The evidence was certainly there. Her looks, the scar on her wrist and of course there was the undeniable fact that she had experienced flashbacks of her past. Our past.
I had wanted to kill her when she had revealed that she had experienced a memory. If both our brothers hadn't been there it was feasible that one of us would have died right there; causing the others death. My mind still unable to cope with being back in the human world was ready to lash out at everyone and everything. Including her.
And for that I was sorry; more sorry than I had ever been about anything. Why? I was fast falling in love with her. Too bad she hated me. Or at least that's the way it seemed. Not that it mattered. Every time I looked at her I could hear my father's voice. I remembered his words.
"You are to keep away from her at all costs. And if you must be in the same room not an ounce of familiarity must be shown. No kindness given. Even if you must hurt her you will do it! Promise me, Vergil."
I promise, father. I will make her despise me. I will make her think that I am the worst kind of monster there is. All she will want is to keep away from me. She will dread being within ten meters of me.
So far so good. I'm told that until I arrived, STIGMA's vast library and research centre was one of her favorite haunts. I'm told that she would skip classes she didn't like and venture in with to spend an hour reading. The thought of a younger more rebellious Alex amused me to no end. Despite what most people think my sense of humor is intact. But like everything else it is kept below the surface. And that is where it must stay.
For now anyway. I will soon find a way to make her safe so that nothing will ever harm her. She is strong but still so soft, so human and the odds are continually against her. Father, I know this isn't what you wanted or what you planned on. But I know there will come a day that my darker impulses will get the better of me. There will be a time when I will make her mine.
Whether she chooses me or not.