Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Say "I do" (Part Two)

A/N: Part Two as promised.

[Say 'I do' (Part Two)]

I doubt that five minutes had passed at all when I returned to answer the door after having put some water to boil. Since I was not expecting any deliveries, and my husband had left the door just a few minutes ago, my assumption was utterly natural when I opened the door, fully expecting to see Vergil standing there expressing that he had forgotten to bring some document from his study.

Who I saw was someone who was distantly familiar, and as I startled a little to see a small crowd at the other side of the door, my brain began to run through the list of names associated to the faces that I remembered being introduced to by my husband during our wedding day.

"Good evening, Mrs. Sparda. It's nice to see you again after the wedding." The one standing directly in front of the door was probably the highest ranking of all the other men dressed in ready-made suits. I immediately knew better than to trust the polite smiles hanging on their faces.

"Hello. It's nice to see you again, Mr..." I trailed off with an apologetic expression, the arm that was hiding behind the door reaching into my pockets for my phone. I wasn't sure who the last person I had called was, but I prayed it was someone useful when I blindly operated the device in the hopes that I was thumbing the controls for the 'redial' option.

"You can call me Wilson. I am your husband's Operations Director, Mrs. Sparda. Is he in?"

I knew thinly veiled threats when I received one, and thus I did my best to keep my composure as I put on my polite smile in reply. "Please give me a moment. Let me call him."

Anyone looking to target Vergil Sparda by targeting his wife had to have done their homework, because Mr. Wilson's hand pressed against the door, preventing me from closing it on the pretext of 'calling my husband'.

"Excuse us, Mrs. Sparda. We actually confirmed that your husband is still on the way back home, so he told us to wait for him at your place since we reached first." The strength holding the door open was definitely something I could not fight, though I struggled.

"I apologise, Mr. Wilson, but it would not be good if I were to allow men into the house when I am alone at home. Think of what the neighbours will say." It was hard keeping the polite tone while fighting the strength of the man by resisting his attempts to open the door. Unfortunately, resisting his strength required more than one hand, and I found myself dropping my phone to the floor instinctively to fight his strength.

The sound of clatter made the both of us look down, and luck was really not on my side, because the phone had slid on the floor where it was clearly visible for both Mr. Wilson and I.

Call Ended: Vergil

Half of me breathed a sigh of relief that I had managed to redial someone who had the means to save me, but the other half of me realised what deep shit I was in when Mr. Wilson dropped his guise and used his whole strength and body weight to throw the door open. I definitely could not fight his strength, and went stumbling back, falling on my butt as his polite smile turned evil.

"I will try my best not to harm you, Mrs. Sparda. All your husband has to do is to surrender the documents he has prepared for tomorrow's meeting. The merger that the Finance and Operations Department has been fighting for so long will not be blocked by your husband." Mr. Wilson declared, and I could not even manage the time to scramble back and out of his reach when his hands clamped over my arms and pulled me up easily.

Like any standard woman about to be kidnapped and used as a collateral against her husband, I struggled and thrashed as much as possible against my captors, but it seemed like Mr. Wilson had considered things carefully. At least two men kept tight, strong hold of my arms behind my back, and a tape had been covered over my mouth to prevent screams. He probably was not very used at this kidnapping thing, because he did not tie my feet together. Instead, he seemed to expect that I follow him obediently down my apartment building, and I did in the hopes of finding the best chance to take off running for my life.