Primal

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Vergil pushed her away, eyes hiding anything he may or may not have been feeling. His face was masked with slight indifference, ruined only a tad by the twinge of disgust he was apparently trying to conceal.


"You've been with him," He stated flatly, standing up. He towered over her, the feeling of inferiority causing her to immediately climb to her feet, (albeit wobbly).


"I don't think that's any of your concern," she snapped. "seens how you're dead."


He turned away, his erratic actions betraying the rage obviously looming inside.


He would glance at her from the corner of his eye, pacing like a once-freed animal caged behind bars again. It would seem he was studying her, tracing the lines of a face he once thought he knew so fucking well. Sooooooo fucking well.


"You care about him," He spat finally, like it made him ill just to keep the words prisoner in his mouth. "don't you..."


Lady smiled slightly, enjoying the momentary prediction she had from reading his body language.


"You care either way?" She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow.

"What we had must have been so fickle," He raised one back, his tongue going into his cheek irritably. "What was that Shakespearian saying.... 'the funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables'. .."

He spat on the floor, crunching his heel into the pavement.

"Dear Lady," he whispered in a devilish voice, eyes low beneath his brows as he glowered at her. "Our bed wasn't even cold before you dove clit first into another one."

"Oh and what DID we have Vergil?!" She tapped her foot rapidly. "What great feverish love affair did we have besides my momentary lapse into the fucking ABYSS of stupidity!"

A cold silence swept around them, the only sound that of the rushing wind from the subway tunnels. Lady glanced around her surroundings, the ugly gray stains of tile, the broken cement and shattered benches. The station lay in the worst of ghettos, the fluorescent lights above beginning to flicker, threatening to go out as Vergil's temper fluctuated.

He turned his back to her finally, the broad shoulders solid as he gazed away, staring only at memories that came and went in his mind.

"Do you love him?" He whispered.

Lady grit her teeth, wanting a lifetime to answer that question; wanting the grinding of her teeth to be the worst of her problems.

"I don't know." She answered honestly.

"You loved me you know," he sighed, oddly enough sounding slightly perturbed. "once upon time... "


"I loved what I thought I saw in you...." Lady swallowed. And yes, she had. How many times? How many FUCKING times had she studied the curves of his mouth as he'd slept, wondering in her mind, 'gee, what day will it be when that mouth finally says something of merit? What day will he finally admit to giving a shit about me?' But it hadn't. It really never had.

She'd watched it for a hundred nights it seemed. Watched that mouth whisper filthy words as it slid over the most private parts of her. Watched that mouth pant above her own, letting loose disgusting scenarios he would later enact upon her. But never once, never once did it say a single word she really wanted to hear. It just wouldn't. Somedays, she'd make herself feel better by considering that, maybe, those perfect lips just were incapable of telling her what she needed them to speak. But the truth was, Vergil didn't feel the need to lie. So she'd watched those lips say goodbye, which at the time, was the very last thing she'd wanted them to say.

"I loved you," She finally whispered, catching her bottom lip trying to quiver. "I loved what you promised me."

"I never made any sort of promises Lady. That's what you always adored.." He smiled cruelly. "that I would never really be yours. I was the unattainable and that was the appeal. Any ideas born from that were the silly fabrications of a young, horny little girl. I never promised or said anything that would make you believe-"

"You didn't have to say it Vergil," She told him. "I knew you'd never say anything I wanted you to. But I would have gone to the bottom of hell if I thought it would compel a single WORD of affection. I would have given you my soul, a devil incarnate, if I thought it would make you see me as something more than an object, a dead body. God," She looked up, hating the slight tremble in her voice. "I was such a stupid STUPID girl."


She breathed in hard, unable to look at him.


"I was so stupid," She swallowed hard, pushing her palm beneath her eye. "But I just can't anymore. I can't cry for you again Vergil! I can't look in your face and see a thousand unspoken words that I'm NEVER going to hear. I can't look in your eyes and see promises you can NEVER give me. I gave you my last tears when you left and hell, I would have fallen with you if you had just asked. But whatever did go, took the part that loved you too. And that's just gone now."


She took a step towards him, hardening herself once more.


"You don't feel Vergil." She stated. "You can't feel. And I'm exhausted trying to pretend that you ever did."


She sighed, closing her eyes against any tears that might have come had she been less of a person than she was. It was like the words had lived as long as she had, buried so deep inside, shielded and covered in concrete. It was like she was saying goodbye all over again. Goodbye to Vergil, goodbye to Mary, goodbye to whoever that young girl had been that had spent so many hours daydreaming about him.


"You know you were my hero once," She smiled sadly. "You were the one who saved me in my dreams Vergil. You always saved me."


She'd spent so many hours, so many.... sitting in corners, nursing her bruised skin, tracing her fingertips over jagged rips in her flesh. 'So many scars Mary,' he'd once told her. 'So many scars.' She'd always imagined him, one day, catching her father's hand before it melted against her cheek. Or maybe, maybe grabbing the belt from dad's hand, raised so high above that ugly bald head. Or perhaps, pulling her up from between her father's knees, grabbing her shoulders and for some reason, hugging her like he wasn't repulsed.


He'd always been her hero, one way or another.


Yeah...Mary, the pretty princess locked up high in a tower.


Once upon a time.... in a kingdom so far, far away.