Sempiternal (Devil may Cry Book 3)

A Glorious Guide to Squatting

The next morning was cold. There was frost on the floor around me, and I could see my breath as I exhaled. I sat up and pushed the sleeping bag off of me. The day was still, aside from the traffic going by outside of the window. I rubbed my eyes and reached for another blood bag. Breakfast was served.

I pulled my book from my back pack, sitting cross legged on my bedding. I opened to my current chapter, reading but not quite comprehending the words. I missed Vergil, Dante, and Brook... their company was direly needed right now. But to keep them safe, I needed to distance myself from them. Reggie could not be allowed to harm them.

The day dragged on, noon creeping up slowly like a cat stalking its prey. I often looked out the small gap between the boards on the window to watch the traffic as it went by. I never had much to do and I got bored easily. I would watch different birds fly past the window. And by the night, I opted to explore the motel. It was dark, but I could see just fine. 

There were many rooms, each rather empty and dirty. Dust covered the walls, along with graffiti and other kinds of vandalism. I noticed a lot of different kinds of gang tags that I had not seen when I lived in this area. As I got closer to the ground floors, I found a couple of squatters who were passed out with some needles and spoons around them. Heroin addicts. I closed the door and crept away. I didn't want to be near a dead body if they had overdosed. Rule number one: Do NOT mess with your druggie neighbors. In fact, don't even let them know you exist. In a situation such as squatting, they'd murder you and take what ever they can off of you to afford their drugs.

The motel seemed like it had been pretty and nice when it had been running. Now it seemed like a haunted building that someone from Ghost Adventures would investigate. But I did not see any "paranormal activity." Rule number two: avoid the haunted areas. You wouldn't like sharing a room with a poltergeist or a demonic presence who would enjoy hanging you from the ceiling by your shoelaces.

I grew bored of my exploration rather quickly as each room wat pretty much the same thing: empty, with boarded up windows and dust. I made my way back to my room, where I sat down and pondered what I should do with my time.
The chilly day was going by none too swiftly. I grew tired, boredom forcing my eyelids to close. In fact, I didn't even remember falling asleep.

My dream, however, didn't feel like a dream. I was standing in a green field, dotted here and there with purple flowers and yellow weeds. The trees lining the area were mostly evergreens. Beyond that was just darkness. As I studied the reddish, sun-set bathed scenery, I realized I was not alone.

A man stood in front of me, dressed in a black trench coat with an oddly cut hem. His shoulder was covered in an intricate blue embroidered design. His pale skin contrasted sharply with his clothing. His hair, bathed orangish in the sunset, was most definitely white.

Vergil.

"Holy shit," I gasped, gazing around. "My dreams are wildly detailed. I hope I remember this one."

Vergil said nothing. He merely narrowed his eyes at me and clutched the Yamato tightly in front of him. I studied him quietly. He seemed angry. Was my conscious getting back at me?

"What the hell, Cassi?"

I blinked at him, taken back, "What?"

"You ran away? I'm here to protect you. How the hell am I supposed to do that when you run away from me? You were safe in that house. Dante and I are strong enough to handle something as meek as Reggie's army. We handled Mundus, and we handled Tobias."

I swallowed, "I get the feeling this isn't a dream..."

Vergil straightened and took a deep breath, "No, it's not. I've established a strong connection, with the help of some Wiccan spells and mixtures, that will allow face-to-face contact through our blood bond. It takes a lot out of me, so I don't have too much time."

"Vergil... look. I'm sorry. I did this to protect you-"

"Do I look like someone who needs to be protected?"

I hesitated. No, he didn't. But I would never forgive myself if something happened to him. However,  I also realized that what I had done was quite selfish as well. But in order to make an omlete, you have to break some eggs. Or... however the hell that saying went.

I couldn't meet his gaze. My voice waivered.

"No."

His voice, however, grew soft and gentle, "No. I don't need it. Please. Just come home. They're looking for you. I can't ensure your safety if you are not here."

Slowly, I let my eyes rest on his soft gaze, "I.... I can't, Vergil. If something were to happen to you.... I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."

His expression change caused my heart to clench. His hopeful gaze turned to shock, then sadness. His nose flared as he looked away. And without another word, he broke the connection.

I felt like a part of me ripped as I was flung back to consciousness. I lay on my back on my bed roll, but shot up with a panicked breath as I came to. I took a moment to regain my composure, and was shocked to find the druggies I had seen earlier rummaging through my pack.

One of them pulled out one of my bloodbags, his eyes widening in terror.

"Excuse me! How rude!"

He dropped the blood pack, and the two of them rushed from the room. I sighed and shoved it back into my backpack, wondering what they thought.

I pulled my knees up to my chin, startled to see that the sun was already setting. Did my meeting with Vergil really take that long?

I picked up Lothaire, and began to read, but not comorehend the words once again.

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Alright, ready for one of my infamous excuses? Here it goes:
*Ahem*

College planning sucks. I've changed my mind on which college and career path to take like 3 times already, and I have till fall of 2017 to decide. But I think I've decided on an EMT Paramedic. Who knows lol.

Also, I have recently started playing Fallout 4 and Hancock omfg. Why. You. Gotta. Be. So. Awesome.

Aaaaaanyways, I'm currently writing 2 books - This, and one Whose concept is created ENTIRELY from my mind, which is hard af. When I get well enough along,I might post it on Wattpad :)

But I digress.

I hope you still stick with my absences, my trusty followers! I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this story anymore... But I'll figure it out.

So if you have any suggestion as to what you want to see in this story, make them comments raaaiiiinnnn. (I'll try my best, but no guarentees! :D )