Son Of Dante [Sequal to Dante's Demise] [HIATUS]

Son Of Dante [11]

Damien was fast asleep when Sylvia snuck into his room. She half expected him to sleep with his hands crossed over his chest like a vampire, or him to not sleep at all. But no, he looked like a normal teen when he sleeps. His face was slack and relaxed, his head was pillowed in one arm and the other was rested on his chest. The blankets has bunched up around his waist, the pajama pants were just visible from under the blanket. Sylvia wanted to snap a photo of him like this, but she decided against it. If she took a photo of him, anyone could see him like this. She wanted to be one of the only ones to see him like this.

Relaxed. Normal.

Sylvia slowly sat next to him, making sure not to wake him up. She reached out carefully and touched a lock of hair by his ear, his hair was down and almost touched his shoulders. When he didn’t wake up to her touching his hair, she gently ran her finger along his jaw slowly. There was the tiniest amount of stubble on his chin, and it suited him. But she wondered what he looked like without it, under all that tall-dark-and-handsome he was probably as cute as Vander.

Sylvia’s finger traced down his neck slowly and to his collarbone. He had nice collarbones, but to Sylvia he had a nice everything. Her finger then traced down his flawless chest and down to his smooth stomach. It was dark in Damien’s room, so Sylvia couldn’t see well, so when her fingers traced over something rough and jagged, she was surprised. Sylvia rested her whole hand on his stomach to try and figure out what it was.

“That’s a scar I got years ago.” Sylvia heard someone say, she looked up to see blood red eyes looking at her.

“How long have you been awake for?”

“I just woke up.”

“I thought Hunters were supposed to be ready for anything.”

“I am ready for anything, but I seem to let my guard down around you.”

Sylvia ran her hand over his scar again. “How did you get this?”

“Saving Vander. I almost died, so Dante had to take me to Lucifer to beg for me to live.”

“How? He’d need a life in exchange.”

Damien hadn’t said this aloud for years, but he felt like he should tell her. “Dante was willing to give up his life, but Vergil took his place.”

Sylvia’s eyes looked sad and she looked down at the floor. “I understand now. You really didn’t have to tell me that.”

“No? I wanted to though,” Damien replied, then something sparked in his mind. “Wait, if Ash catches you in here-”

“He wont.”

“How can you be sure? I swear he has cameras in here.”

“Because. He knows I’m here.”

Damien couldn’t believe his ears. “Why hasn’t he killed me yet?”

“Well...”

~ ~ ~ 

Sylvia was standing outside the door to Vander’s flat. She knew she should call Damien, but she wanted to see him in person. She didn’t know whether she should knock or not, incase everyone was asleep.

Before she could touch the door handle, it opened. She looked up to see a boy with auburn hair and green eyes. He looked tired, and he was dressed in only a baggy shirt and shorts. Sylvia could smell Vander on him, so she guessed this was his boyfriend.

“You’ve been standing out here for a while, what do you want?” He asked, his voice was beautiful but it had a sharp edge to it. It was bitter toward her.

“I...erm...wanted to see Damien.”

The boy’s eyes narrowed. “Sorry, he’s asleep. Come back another time.”

“Look, I understand that you don’t like...girls...but I’m not a threat. I’m just helping Damien with something. When it’s done, you never have to see me again. Just...please let me go see him.”

The boys eyes were still slitted. “Fine. But not for long. And you have to tell me when you leave.”

Sylvia smiled. “Thank you.”

The boy rolled his eyes and stepped aside so Sylvia could walk inside.

“I don’t think I caught your name, what is it?” The boy asked, closing the door.

“I’m Sylvia. Sylvia Arsinoe. And what is your name?”

“Ashton Cross.”

“Cross? I know that family name.”

“How?”

“Margret Cross. I know her. Well, I knew her. She’s your Mother, isn’t she?”

The boy, Ash, bit his lip and scowled further. “How do you know here?”

“I met her in the palace in the Underworld. She was so beautiful. And she had the cutest little boy clinging to her skirt. Was that you?”

“I remember you. You were the little girl that lived on the streets.”

“Yes, that was me. And you gave me a blanket once when you saw me outside. Thanks for that.”

Ash rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

Sylvia smiled. “You’re sweet. I think I like you.”

“I am not sweet.”

“Yes you are. From what I’ve heard from Vander, you are. Anyway, I’ll tell you when I’m leaving.”

Sylvia turned to the hallway. She hadn’t turned the corner yet when she heard Ash calling her back.

“Wait.”

Sylvia turned and looked at him, his arms were crossed over his chest and he was looking down at the kitchen counter. “Look, Panda seems to like you. So, because Panda does, I’ll like you too. But that doesn’t mean I trust you. It just means I won’t try and kill you.”

Sylvia smiled again. “Thanks Ash.”

~ ~ ~

Damien rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands. “Oh god, he’s going to kill me. I’m going to die a virgin.”

Sylvia rolled her eyes. “So anyway, I’m back in the mundane world. When is your friend going to the underworld? I have to know times, dates and places.”

Damien stopped rubbing his eyes and looked up at Sylvia. “Tomorrow. Noon. Out the back of Murphy’s.”

“Alright. I’ll see him then. How will I know who he is?”

“Oh, trust me, you’ll know when you see him.”

Sylvia looked confused, but nodded her head anyway.

“You should probably go and get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a big day.”

“Why can’t I just stay here? Ash has given me his blessing. I think.”

“Here?”

“Yeah. Problem?”

“I don’t want to sleep on the couch again.”

Sylvia shook her head and laid down next to Damien. “We can both fit. It’s a big bed.”

Damien could feel himself almost blush, but tried to hide it despite the darkness.

“You can hold me if you want, I’d like it.” Sylvia said. Damien rolled onto his side so he was facing her and draped his arm around her waist. She rolled onto her side to face him and snugged into him.

“How will she feel when she finds out I’ve been lying to her?” Damien thought to himself.