When Worlds Come Crashing Together {Devil May Cry Fanfic~} #2

Part 7

[Part 7]

Damon’s P.O.V

“Daniel, put your phone down. You haven’t seen us in the last three months, and all you can look at right now is the device that has been following you around everywhere?” Erica scolded from across the table, and my ‘brother’ looked up from his handheld device.

Eyes darted quickly and uncertainly to me before it returned to the woman that gave me her genes.

“I was figuring out the technicalities to the next phone Kries Tech is going to produce.” He lied quickly, hiding his phone back in his pocket nevertheless.

“Fine, what are we talking about?” He leaned forward with wide eyes, feigning interest very obviously, and it made my mother laugh.

It had me drawing back. He could make my mother laugh. He could actually make someone laugh?

Marcy and I exchanged an incredulous look to each other, before we turned back to the table.

“How about you guys tell us how Europe has been an eye-opener for you?” I interrupted quickly, letting the attention shift from my ‘twin’

“Nothing but expensive designers.” Kevin muttered and Marcy grinned. Our father hated shopping, for his clothes were all tailor-made, but that did not deter my mother from dragging him all the way back to Paris and busting Kevin’s card. Of course, Marcy loved to do the same, but when she was about to go on a shopping spree, the one paying for her was me.

My topic definitely gave my mother many things to say; mostly about the fact that my father stayed grumpy throughout the time they stayed in Paris. Marcy added on to the topic, but we guys were left to our silence, for what could we put in?

My chest muscle began contracting again, and I felt a squeezing in my heart and lungs. My upper torso began burning with aches and pain, and I tried my best to keep expressions off my face.

“Excuse me, I need the washroom.” I stood abruptly, taking the sudden attention of the table.

“Are you alright, Damon? You look very pale.” Erica asked worriedly, and I wished I could tell her I was perfectly alright, save the fact that the squeezing of my chest was making me almost breathless.

Dizziness swept my vision, and I desperately clutched the side of the table for some anchor, almost stumbling off my feet.

“Brother, you fine?” ‘Daniel’ stood up quickly, a strong hand holding on to my shoulder. In an instant, I felt his power flowing through the small contact, searching and feeling.

“Come on. We’ll get you sorted out.” He encouraged, slinging my arm around his shoulders and making me lean my weight upon him. I didn’t even bother protesting, because my legs had suddenly turned to jelly.

“Has this been happening often?” Kevin asked, finally showing a slight inkling of concern for me –when I was almost dying of breathlessness.

“Not exactly. Damon has been a little weak this few days, but never this extreme.” My ‘brother’ replied as I staggered painfully with his dragging.

Eyes came curiously, and some worriedly, to us as he dragged me out of the restaurant, to a seat outside in the hotel lobby.

“Damon, can you hear me?” He asked worriedly, looking around before he whispered.

“Yeah…” I replied breathlessly, feeling as if I had just completed a marathon when I had done nothing of that sort.

“The demonic push you received today is still having its lingering effect on you. I want you to breathe in as deep as possible, and try your best not to bite your tongue when I force my power to you. It’s going to hurt, but it’s just a sharp sting.” Vergil instructed in a low voice, and I struggled to nod back in reply.