Angels May Cry

Changes

***WARNING***

This chapter may contain depictions of violence, strong language, sexually explicit scenes, and mention of loss of a child.

Mature audiences advised.

Chapter 8: Changes

16, December 2014

Alexis
It had been three days since Noelle had nearly died. I stood in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, a warm knitted shawl over my shoulders. Sage had gone with Azrael to a natural disaster in Kenya. She would be gone a few days. I sighed as a knock sounded on the front door and Vergil let himself in. He had been coming over a lot the past three days, sleeping on the sofa in the den or keeping watch over the house. I didn’t mind the company. He kept my anxiety down with his straightforward answers and cool demeanor.

Vergil walked into the kitchen and met my gaze from the doorway. I gave him a halfhearted smile and turned back to the window. The sound of Yamato being set down on the island was the only indication Vergil had stepped closer before I felt his body behind me. His strong arms slid around my waist as I leaned against him. My body was tired. All of my energy and aura had been going into continuing to heal Noelle. Vergil was stiff but no longer protested as I rested my head against his broad chest.

“How is she today?” Vergil asked softly.

“Still resting. She hasn’t changed much. I changed her bandages and gave her a sponge bath today. She’s still healing but there isn’t much more I can do.” I told him.

“She will come around. Her body just needs time to heal.”

I just nodded and took a sip of my coffee before setting the mug on the counter. Vergil rested his chin on top of my head and held me tightly. I felt my heart flutter though I pulled away from him. His grey blue eyes met my cerulean orbs as I turned towards him. There was a calmness about him today that I hadn’t seen in him before. He reached up and touched my cheek, brushing a stray strand of blonde hair away from my face.

“Can I get you anything?” I asked softly.

Vergil shook his head. “Not right now.”

“I thought Nero and Lady were on watch today…” I inquired as I stood by the counter.

“They need rest. Dante is out on a job and everyone else has been on watch or on jobs.”

I nodded, as I wrapped my arms around my abdomen. Vergil’s eyes traced over my body as he stepped closer. I couldn’t help but blush under his stern gaze. Something about this man had my body reacting in ways I didn’t expect. I had gone from hating being in the same room as this man to melting under his frigid gaze. His hands rested on the kitchen island behind me as he caged me between his arms. Besides the moment I had thought he was going to kiss me three days ago, Vergil had been stiff and reserved when touching me. His left hand gripped my chin firmly as he tilted my face to look up at him.

“You know, It has been an awful long time since a woman has intrigued me as much as you do.” He said softly.

“Oh?” I said. God, my voice was dripping with sex. I felt a heat deep in my core.

“You dress so provocatively, knowing it gains you attention. You have an attitude when any male looks at you or comments on your body. And yet here you stand, blushing like a school girl for me.” He raised an eyebrow. Was he teasing me?

“I don’t…. I don’t know what your talking about…” I whispered, captivated by his eyes.

“You are such a little brat.” He commented, smirking.