The Reality Of Dreams ch6(DMC) Vergil/Reader/Dante

The Reality Of Dreams
Chapter 6: …And Back Again

“What do you mean by that?” Said the Caterpillar. “Explain yourself!”

“I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid sir.” Said Alice. “Because I am not myself you see.”

“I don’t see.” Said the Caterpillar.

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You’re not sure how long you’ve hidden yourself away in your room. Then again you don’t really care. You decided to stay in your room until you wake up from this horrid nightmare. Unfortunately, that was taking a lot longer then you prefer. There is no clock in your room but judging by the sun its sometime past noon. There are few things to keep you entertained in your room. No T.V, computer or games. The only thing you spot that may pass a time are books that you discovered stacked up on the floor next to your dresser. But entertainment isn’t really something that you are seeking right now. All you want is to wake up so you can forget all about this nightmare.

Downstairs, you can hear music echoing throughout the building. It seems that the abused jukebox you had spotted really does still work. You’re grateful that Dante has kept to downstairs. Perhaps he figures that you fell asleep or just knows that you need some space right now. If you truly had lived here and these men claim to know you as well as and as long as they say then they must have been your friends. Which makes you wonder; perhaps this is just as hard on Dante as it is on you.

If one day Lilly woke up from a coma and had no memory of who in the world you are it would be hard to handle. You would want to comfort and reassure her but that would only cause her more fear and stress. Is that why Dante looked saddened when you asked him if you had a room? Because he expected you to just know something like that and had forgotten that you have no memories of this place.

If this is just a dream then why do you feel guilty for avoiding him? A heavy sigh leaves your lips and you stand from your resting place on the bed. You make your way over to the door and head out into the hall. The pizza should be here anytime, you might as well attempt some sort of conversation with him while you wait. Even in this nightmare perhaps getting to know him a little bit will make you feel less awkward around him.

The steps creak as you descend them into the office area. You can feel his eyes watch you as you cross the room to sit on the couch. Chancing a glance up you find him sitting behind the messy desk, arms behind his head and feet kicked up resting on the very edge of the desk.

This seemed like a decent idea at the time, but now you want nothing more than to retreat back up to your room. Unconsciously your wrap your arms around yourself as the nerves and tension start to build. Why is this so hard for you? This is only a dream so who cares what happens. If you do something to anger him or embarrass yourself then you will just wake up and that will be that.

“So, um…” You search your mind for the mental list of questions that you came up with to ask him. “Do I have a job or work anywhere? Please tell me that I’m not an exterminator too, no offence.”

Dante’s laugh echoes throughout the room and he takes his eyes off of you when closes them lazily much to your relief. You discovered that his gaze, when focused on you, is immensely intimidating.

“Your hot ass wiping out the nasties? Now that’s an image I can use on lonely nights.” Dante grins. “You haven’t had a job since you moved in with us.”

“How long ago was that again?” You frown.

“Three years ago. Your sister stopped in one day and all but threatened to cut off certain parts of our anatomy if we didn’t finally ask you to move in.”

Your brows scrunch together with confusion. Again the sister that you never had is mentioned but you decide to play along for now. “Why would she do that?”

As if caught off guard, one of Dante’s baby blues opens and glances over towards your bewildered form. “You really don’t remember us.”

It’s not a question.

The suddenly tense atmosphere is broken when there’s a knock at the door before it opens. A teenage boy walks in holding a large pizza. “Delivery for Dante?”

Dante’s eyes hesitate on you before they shift to the pizza boy. Standing, he makes his way over to the boy. “There better not be any olives on it this time.”

“No sir.” The boy confirms handing Dante the box.

“Just put the bill on my tab.”

“Sorry sir, Moe stressed to me that he’s cutting you off unless you pay upfront.”

“Tell him that he’ll have his money by the end of the week.” Dante mutters.

The poor boy, not having many other options leaves with a heavy sigh to confront his boss who will no doubt be frustrated with Dante’s growing unpaid bills. Tossing the box onto of a pile of empty ones on his desk, Dante flips open the lid. A scowl crosses his features.

“Told the damn kid no olives. They expect me to pay when they can’t even get that right.”

Minutes of silence pass by. Dante is once again seated behind his desk and you munch on a slice of pizza from your perch on the uncomfortable lumpy couch. Licking tomato sauce off of his fingers, Dante breaks the silence.

“If you don’t remember us then we’ll just have to jog your memory.” His blue orbs, so intense and determined as they stare into your own leave you speechless. Within your chest, you feel your heart skip a beat. Exactly who is this man? That question repeats in your mind over and over again.

You feel you lose yourself in his gaze, only brought out of it when the front doors open before shutting closed. You turn to look and your heart beats faster for an entirely different reason. The small amount of nervousness that you had managed to loose talking to Dante returns tenfold. Quickly, you avert your eyes to your lap and finish the few bites left of your slice, needed something, anything to distract you so that you don’t have to look at him.

“Make us any money big bro?” Dante’s question goes unanswered.

You may not be looking at him to see it, but you don’t have to be. You can feel the new set of pale blue eyes locked onto your form. It takes all of your will power to keep your body from trembling with fear. You take back what you said about Dante’s gaze being intimidating because Vergil’s eye on you make you wish you could melt into a puddle and drip between the floorboards.

You chance a quick glance up and immediately regret doing so. His face is void of any emotions whatsoever but it’s his eyes that seem to stare straight into your very soul that stops your heart completely. Dante, you can at least tolerate being around but Vergil, you feel like you’re going to be crushed under the sheer weight of his presence.

Mind frantic, you stand and retreat back upstairs, feeling their eyes on you the whole way. Sure you just made your fear very obvious and ran away with your tail between your legs but at least you are away from him. Tucked away in the upstairs hallway you pause just outside your door hearing them talk but not able to make it out. Quietly you tiptoe back down the hall and press an ear on the door at the top of the steps.

“If you ever needed proof that you need to work on your people skills, you just witnessed it.” Dante’s voice carries jokingly.

Vergil doesn’t answer, instead you hear floorboards creak and you imagine him moving about seeing as Dante looked quite content in his chair.

“You know on the ride here she swore that I was kidnaping her? I get that she has amnesia. Giving her directions to her own room is one thing, but us? She has no clue who we are; what we are.”

“Give her time.” Vergil’s voice is void of all warmth and the mere sound of it sends a shiver down your spine.

“You think she’ll remember.”

“She found us once.”

There is a long pause before Dante replies. “For once V, I hope you’re right about this.”

As quietly as you possibly can, you head back to your room, shutting the door behind you. It maybe evening, the sunlight still shining in through your snow covered window, but you find yourself exhausted both mentally and physically. You collapse onto the bed, not bothering to change into something more comfortable. It would feel weird to go through the dresser drawers and change into anything that sits inside. They may claim that this is your room, full of your things, but to you it feels more like living in a strangers room and changing into someone else’s clothing is not something you want to deal with right now. Besides, this is only a dream so what’s the point of changing.

Your breath settles into a steady pace and your mind slowly drifts into unconsciousness. However, right before you lose yourself to sleep entirely, you are vaguely aware of your door opening before warmth settles over your body, shielding it from the winter air. The last thing your mind registers is the slightest smell of mint.

Lazily, your eyes flutter open. It takes a few moments of staring at your alarm clock to realize that you finally woke up from the nightmare. You sit up in bed, grateful to be back in your actual room at the hotel. A sudden thought crosses your mind. It’s stupid and foolish, but why the hell not? Climbing out of bed you grab your laptop off your desk and turn it on. Google knows all right? You fill the search bar with ‘Devils Never Cry’ and hit the go button. The only thing that comes up is some religious sites. Going back up to the search you add the word ‘exterminator’ at the end. Aside from Rolf’s Bug Be-Gone service you find nothing of interest. You lean back from your place on your bed surprised to find yourself relieved. Nothing about white haired twin brothers.

You go to turn your laptop off and leave the thought of your dreams alone but last minute another thought pops into your mind. Re-opening good ol Google, you search ‘Elanay City’. Your eyes widen with surprise when a pin drops down on a map. You stare at the map in disbelief. Sitting there all innocently, three hundred miles from your home, is Elanay City.