AN: Well here we are, another story... How are you all? Are you all still with me? LOL

Anyway... This story is a little different, as in this one is mixed with Fact, Fiction, Crack and a whole lot of fun.

This is based on LARP between myself, Vrejusnor, BlackIriss and Carver (Both Vrejusnor and BlackIriss have DeviantArt accounts... go look them up!) which took place over a couple of crazy nights in the woods of Kilder Forest (big woods up in the north of England). We all stayed in The Cabin for a week and we had a laugh.

Only the 4 of us know which parts of this is based on fact... scary thing is, there's quite alot.

Oh... LARP Live Action Role Play... which means we all dressed up in our outfits and stayed in character for the week.

Dante Vrejusnor
Vergil TwistedAlice
Kestrel BlackIriss
Caver well... Carver... they don't have a DA account

Tia BlackIriss's OC - Kes didn't actually play her but she features heavily in the story for the LARP so she features heavily in this
(Well she did for one day when we went to the Metro Centre for lunch - was quite funny walking into the pub in costume haahaa)

As always, I'm not putting disclaimers and crap at the top of the rest of the chapters. I will warn you now there will be language, fighting, sex (most likely man sex!), gore... if you don't want to read it don't... flamers will just get ignored

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Dante put his foot down and smiled as the engine roared. He stole a sideways glance at his twin who was sitting in the passenger seat with the window wound right down allowing the fresh country breeze into the car. Vergil seemed to be in deep concentration and was frowning out of the window. The wind was whipping at his hair, softening the style slightly. Dante smirked, woe betide Vergil to have less than perfect hair!

Vergil sighed and tried to relax into the passenger seat more. He was restless, they had been driving for what felt like days but in reality it was only a few hours, he shuffled again and looked at the fuel gauge, they were running low and would need to fill up again soon. He spied a petrol station in the distance over the next ridge and pointed it out to Dante.

"Huh?" Dante looked down at the gauge. Yes, he needed to get some fuel, but hopefully their destination wasn't going to be too far away.

"We do need to get back again, Dante" Vergil rubbed at the top of his nose in irritation. Filling up now would just save having to stop on the way back.

Dante shrugged and pulled into the station. If you could call it that. It was more of a shack with a pump. Vergil got out to stretch his legs and muttered something about getting creases in his coat while Dante filled up the little car. He patted the car lovingly as Vergil turned to the door of the shop to pay for the fuel.

"Pump, erm…" Vergil looked out on to the concourse. There was only the one pump. "Just the petrol please." He dug into his wallet and fished out some notes to hand to the man behind the counter.

"Sss'll be £30" The old man held out a grubby hand for the money. Vergil tried not to grimace as the fingers curled round his hand. He could almost feel the grime creeping onto his skin. The man fished about in the cash register and gave him an equally mouldy looking £10 for change.

"Thanks…" Vergil took it and shook it before putting it back into his wallet. Great, now the rest of his money would be tarnished with country scum.

Vergil's heels clicked on the concrete of the concourse as he strode back to the car. He felt a long way from home. He was used to his plush house back home and his even plusher mansion in the Underworld. He sidestepped a puddle of spilled petrol and got back in the car.

"Thanks Bro!" Dante grinned at him from behind the wheel. Vergil blinked.

"For what?" He carefully tucked his coat into the car before slamming the door, with slightly more force than he needed. The little car rocked slightly.

"For feeding the Bummin!" Dante patted the dashboard of his car and started the engine.

Vergil hadn't even thought about it, he had just gone to pay for it. He shook his head in amusement. Ever the older brother he thought to himself as Dante floored the car and shot off down the winding country road.

Dante cranked up the stereo and started to sing along to the music blasting out of it.

"Mama, we're all gona hell…!" He tapped the beat on his steering wheel and dipped his head in time to the music.

Vergil couldn't help but tap along on the window ledge; it was a rather catchy tune.

The stereo skipped the track and started to crackle. Vergil frowned and pressed next track. The next track kept skipping as well. He ejected the CD and checked it over, no scratches, which was unusual for one of Dante's CDs. He pushed it back in and restarted the track. It jumped and skipped again.

"Oh come on… "Dante thumped at the stereo in frustration. The skipping continued but rather than static between the jumps a high pitched squeal was coming through the speakers. Dante hit the stereo again and the music stopped.

"Great!" He rolled his eyes in frustration. A low squeal was coming from the speakers still. It was steadily getting more recognisable.

"What…" Vergil turned up the volume. "Why is your car making baby devil noises?" He looked at Dante. Dante was gaping at the stereo in surprise and his foot had come off the accelerator. The car was slowly coming to a stop at the side of the road.

"I don't know…" Dante looked back at his twin in confusion. "It sounds like Tia don't it?"

"Yes" Vergil nodded and squeezed his eyes shut trying to think. It certainly sounded like Tia when she was in child form and panicking or in need of help. It couldn't be though. Tia was safe and sound back at the Confessors castle.

Wasn't she?