Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Beauty And The Demon

A/N: First update of 2018. Hope everyone has been having a great year so far. This story was requested by @randywesker, who wanted a Vergil-Oneshot mashup with Beauty and The Beast.

[Beauty And The Demon]

"Sign here, Miss Alvarez."

She did as she was told, and then her life was officially sold to a person whose face she had never seen before. Not that her life was going to last much longer; she had just signed herself to die.

17 year old Skye Alvarez had been just your average neighbourhood girl. She did not have many close friends, did not stand out too much in class, and did not do anything very particular to be specially noted in school. She attended school as per normal, did her homework as per normal, and struggled and studied hard for exams as per normal. Normalcy was part of her, and even though a secret part of her had wanted her life to be a little bit more exciting –maybe meeting a lover, or getting caught in some tiny adventure –this was not what she had hoped for.

Her life wasn't going to be exciting.

It was going to end.

All because of her father.

Ok, so maybe Skye was not the most average of girls in a normal neighbourhood, though she was not far off. The only thing that distinguished her from the rest was that her father was an alcoholic unemployed. Her mother was the sole breadwinner of the household, and often too busy to take care of her and her little brother. Her father was usually asleep when they were in school, and out drinking when they finished school. Skye did not see much of her father at all, and was secretly glad that she didn't have to, because she was rather sure that he would be abusive to his family members they were at home if he came home drunk.

Understandably, the relationship between Skye and her father was strained, but she had always done her best to be normal and stay out of trouble while making sure her little brother did the same as well. She didn't want to attract the irritated attention of her almost-permanently-drunk father, after all.

Thus, she had been cautiously wary when her father came back home one day, looking surprisingly sober and actually sporting a new haircut and shave that made him look actually decent. Her brother had been out with friends while she watched the house when her father had come back with a smile that was for once fatherly. Her scared caution had only heightened when he had talked to her in his most gentle tone –one that he hadn't used on her ever since he got fired from his job near 10 years ago –and told her to pack some clothes for an overnight stay.

Skye had tried to ask what her father was up to, but he had only said that he had struck lottery, and that he wanted to bring the family out for a vacation. When Skye asked about her mother and brother, her father simply replied that the both of them had already been contacted and were on their way back, and would meet Skye and her father at the airport. The destination of their vacation was supposed to be a surprise, and Skye was cautiously happy that her father had finally taken a turn for the better when she packed.

Innocently, she had gotten onto the cab after her father, who apparently had given the cab driver the address beforehand.

Skye should have realised that she didn't see her father packing his belongings, or put his luggage into the trunk beside hers.

Because Skye had never gone overseas since her father had been unemployed, she was not very familiar about the route to the airport and had trusted the cab driver to bring them there. 2 hours into the ride, however, her suspicions were once more aroused when they did not seem to near any airports and instead, closer to the countryside. In fact, the sound of airplanes seemed farther and farther away as they rode.