III. Beowulf

The smell of blood was thick in the air and it assaulted the nose of the young girl lying in the cold liquid. Her dark hair was matted to her face and tears made pathways down her reddened cheeks. The small girl did not know how long she had lay on the side of the road but she couldn't care less. Fear was still gripping her as she stared up at the starry sky. The voice that chased behind her had been silent for hours and she knew she had escaped the madman. Her heart had begun to slow to a normal pace, but her body would not move.

The girl's small hands grasped at the white dress she wore, yet she was not seeking a release from fear. There was something building in her. Deep within the depths of her soul it bubbled forth and began to spill over. The sound that erupted was barely audible at first, but it grew into laughter. It was an empty sound that was devoid of emotion and was borderline hysterical. She told herself she had to stop, but the sound kept coming until it broke into heart wrenching sobs. Her calls for her mother went unheard as her soul was consumed by the darkness.

Fear was replaced with hate and love with abhorrence as she lay alone on the cold ground. The happy little girl had died with her mother leaving something else behind. Something that was nurtured by hate and surrounded with despair. What was left behind was a broken child with no name.

The smell of sulfur assaulted the woman's nose as she sat up from the rubble around her. Her ears were ringing and her heart was pounding as her thoughts meshed together incoherently. Subconsciously her hand moved around the area she sat searching for her weapons. Thoughts were finally clearing and her mind settled.

Lady dragged herself into a standing position, though her body wanted to sit or lay. After fighting twenty or so descents, Beowulf final showed himself. It was quite surprising to Lady. Most descents look like rabid animals. They all had the same crazed look in their eyes. It was as if their souls had been tainted and they were no longer human.

Lady had long ago given up any sentiment for the monster. The descent known as Beowulf was a large man with hulking muscles and deep black skin. He didn't even look human with the red eye that glowed ominously. He was missing the other eye. A sadistic smile played upon his face as he stretched his arms. His attention wasn't on her but someone else. The way he walked was like an animal stalking its prey.

"Ahh, one of Sparda's sons." his voice was like gravel and raspy as if he hadn't drunk water in days.

As he proceeded to walk he gave off the feeling of a vicious dog. Lady finally found her weapons and glanced around for her team. Dante was finishing up a horde of descent and Vergil was watching Beowulf's movements with an uninterested expression. Their attention seem to be on each other. Lady didn't see a need to interfere so she watched the situation waiting to see how the young man would handle the descent.

Vergil expression hadn't changed as the descent moved in closer. Instead of becoming cautious like most he moved in closer without an ounce of worry. Lady was taken aback at the man's display. She would have been much more cautious. Beowulf was not just a normal descent; he was more than the mindless monster she had fought. Then she remembered what Patty had said and realized that Vergil must have known what they were dealing with.

The sound of bones shifting and cracking grasped her attention and she looked at stronger descent. His features were changing and he was becoming less human looking and more like an animal of some kind, maybe a lion but she couldn't be sure.

"So, you came here to stop me, hmm? Just like that weak man you call your father. Though I was not the one to do him in, it was quite the sight." the voice was much more distorted and enough to make lady want to shoot the beast. She grasped the desert eagle that was armor piercing. Her head was aching but she still could see clearly.

Vergil said nothing at first then he looked at Beowulf. "Where is the child?"

The monster looked confused for a moment then laughed heartily. "Child? I have no idea what you speak of but once you are dead you will not have to worry any longer."

Lady wondered what they were talking about but didn't have time to think about it because Beowulf began to attack Vergil. The claw like hands were fast and anything he swipe was easily destroyed.

Vergil seem to effortless avoid the attacks. It was like a child trying to fight a parent. The attacks were uncoordinated and Beowulf began to anger over the fact that he could not hit Vergil.

The man was much faster than any normal human and it was something that Lady noticed right away. She hadn't had much time to watch him so she didn't notice at first, but there was something not human about the way he moved. She looked over to where Dante was fighting and noticed that he had the same speed.

Her thoughts were cut short when a descent she thought she had killed attacked her. She turned to face it only to be blindsided by Beowulf's claw.

Lady clenched her teeth as the claw tore through her back and hot blood leaked down her white suit. It only served piss her off. It was already bad enough trying to clean the outrageously white suit but blood was the bane of white clothes. Not that she had the right to complain since she was the one that chose to wear the suit, but that was not the point.

The point was that she was anger and someone was going to die for messing up her suit. She killed the descent that had suddenly popped up. Then she turned quickly, ready to let off a couple of rounds but Vergil stood directly in front of her shaking off blood from his katana and then sheathing it. She looked up at the hulking beast and then watched as a shower of black blood ascent to the sky and began its short journey back to the earth.

She had not time to think, so she threw herself under the nearest shelter which was a large piece of debris that was leaning against a wall. Vergil didn't make any effort to move and the black blood rained down on him like some horror movie.

Her thoughts were proven correct that these men weren't human. No they were something like the monster she swore to kill. After the short blood fall, she moved from under the debris and looked at Vergil. The seemingly teenager was looking at Dante with a bored look. Then he turned his attention to her. She cocked her gun and aimed for his head.

"What are you two?" she asked suddenly feeling the blood lost but she wouldn't show them any weakness. She wouldn't allow anyone that was tainted by the descent to live. She couldn't because they were abominations that didn't deserve to live after what they allowed themselves to succumb to.

"You would die before you could pull the trigger. It not a very bright idea, lady." Dante said finally finishing off the last monster. "Put it like this. These things are like kin to us or something like that."

"You can be related to those failures if you wish Dante but do not add me. Those inferior monsters will never compare to me." Vergil started to walk back to the car.

Lady looked at Dante then at Vergil. She was very confused but blood lost was telling her to stop worrying about it.

"That's a nasty cut you got there, babe." Lady looked at the older man and rolled her eyes. She didn't need him to tell her the obvious. She turned to leave. She was ready to go home and tend to her wound.

Before she could make it to her back to her motorcycle she collapsed and it wasn't from blood lost. It was something else and she wonder if Beowulf's blood had got on her because she felt sick. It wasn't the coldness of blood lost, it was the madness of a descents blood.

Dante stood over her and folded his arms. "Looks like you got infected. Patty going to be angry."

It was all she could remember before she passed out.

AN: So sorry it's so short, I'm working on a whole lot of stories and I want to get at least something down for this story. Review if you like.