Author's Note: This is a book of events that happened leading up to the events in The Bloodlines Anthology, not only a collection of things we believe could have happened to the canon characters of the Devil May Cry series, but also the things that, of course, happened to our OCs in the past.

This book will eventually chronicle events not only surrounding Dante and Vergil in their childhoods, but also Cecilia Chase and Sparda, as well as the other major characters. Each chapter is set up to be a short story in itself, some of the chapters will focus on several event spanning over a few years, some will focus more on one or two at a time.

Also, this book is non linear, so the events do not take place in chronological order. We decided to do this so that we could update this book whenever we wanted to so that it wouldn't spoil events in the main series of Bloodlines. We hope you like it!

Disclaimer: All original characters belong to GieGie and Kazeninoru. All canon characters to the Devil May Cry Series are © Capcom - .com - All Rights Reserved by the big guys! ^^

Chapter 1 - Twining Twins

She carried the three year old boy as she pulled the blanket over his sleeping twin, thumb shoved into his mouth, bear tucked under his arm. The twin she carried in her arms was stubbornly fighting sleep, and though he kept reaching up and rubbing his eyes, trying to stay awake, he was swiftly losing that battle.

Eva decided that if he was going to fight his sleep off, she was going to have to sit down with him for a while. So she went to sit down once her other son was tucked into his bed, the chair in the den down the hallway being the closest one, leaving the door cracked incase her newly sleeping son decided to wake back up and come to find her, wondering where she was. Sometimes he did that, though not always, and she only hoped he stayed fast asleep this time.

Sitting in the chair, she rocked a bit, and tilted her head, watching the son she carried rubbing his eyes again and then opening the icy blue hues and looking up at her. She gave him a little smile and shook her head. "Why don't you want to go to sleep?"

He stared at her, then glanced down at the floor and opened his mouth in a big yawn. As cute as he looked, Eva tried not to smile over it, and instead, remained concerned looking. Finally, the little boy told her, "They come at night."

His voice had been a mere whisper, and Eva almost couldn't hear him. But she figured out what he'd said after a moment of thought on it, and she narrowed her brows in question, "Who'll come at night?"

"Monsters," he replied, putting a slight 'w' sound into the word with his three year old vocabulary.

"Aww, there's no monsters, why do you think that?"

The three year old fell into a quiet silence as if he didn't want to allude to what he was telling her. Then he finally informed her of one simple line.

"Monsters got Daddy at night."

Eva's face grew solemn. She didn't know what to think about what her son had just said. He was only three years old, and she could only imagine where he'd heard such a tale from, who in the world had told him that? Turning him in her lap, Eva held him directly before her, and she shook her head, "No Vergil, monsters didn't get your daddy at night."

Vergil stared up at his mother questioningly, almost looked a bit disbelieving. Then he asked her, "Where's he?"

Eva frowned at the little boy, taking a slow breath as she parted her lips, "Daddy fell asleep. He'll be asleep for a very long time." She only hoped that telling her oldest twin that would placate him, as sometimes he didn't like to believe her right off the bat for reasons she couldn't understand. But she'd told the truth, wouldn't lie to him, and eventually he came around to believing her, but sometimes it took a little convincing.

"Why?" Came the curious three year old's question.

Eva finally smiled just a little, then she leaned her head forward and told him, "So the monsters wouldn't get you, Vergil. He loved you and Dante. So he had to sleep."

Eva was grateful. The little boy seemed to accept her story right off of the bat, the look on his face growing much less suspicious and curious. At that moment, he yawned again, and started rubbing his eyes some more. Though this time he'd left them shut once he'd finished, and Eva pulled him against her to help him to go to sleep. "Where did you hear monsters got daddy at? Who lied?"

Vergil didn't reply. Tilting her head to look down at his face, she felt his arm going limp against hers, and she knew he'd fallen asleep. With a sigh, she decided to let it go for now, leaned in and kissed his forehead. Eva then pushed herself up and went to take Vergil to his bedroom. As she opened the door quietly, carrying the limp child who'd stayed up far too long, she gently put him onto his bed and pulled the covers up over him. Brushing some of his hair back from his face, she turned around to the bed just across from her, and saw Dante's bear on the floor. So she picked it back up and placed it in his arm again, pulling the hanging limb from the side of the bed and curling it around the bear.

She smirked as Dante hugged it and rolled just slightly more onto his side, shoving his thumb back into his mouth again. Following the movements, she bent down and picked up some toys from around his bed, shoving them beneath it so that Dante wouldn't wake up in the morning and trip over them as he'd done a time or two before.

Eva left the room, shutting the door to close out the light, and she went down the hallway, into her room, leaving her own door open incase something came up and she had to get to her children, or they had to come to her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she stared at the empty mattress and sighed. It'd been only a few weeks now that one of the twins hadn't fallen asleep with her, and she rather liked it when they did, it made her feel less lonely at night. But she knew they couldn't be with her forever, so this change was good, and she only hoped morning came pretty soon.

When the morning sun did finally illuminate the bed, Dante was curled up beside his mother, and Vergil lay sprawled out behind her across the top of the sheets. Sometime during the middle of the night, Dante had woken up and found Vergil sitting in his bed, staring out of the window, and when Vergil saw him sitting up, they shared a glance. The distant call of a wolf sounded as they peered at each other. Without question, the twins suddenly got up and ran from their room and down the hallway to their mothers room. Eva had been asleep, barely waking up when her children had come to her, but she pulled them under the blankets as they did so and started snoozing once again when they'd settled down.

In the morning light, Eva opened her eyes to see them, one curled up against her, the other spread everywhere, and she grinned, only able to tell them apart by the differing pajama's they wore. Dante was next to her. She chuckled at them and looked back at the clock, it was nearly eight. So she started shaking Dante's shoulder. "Honey, wake up."

Dante swatted at his face and Eva started snickering more, deciding to let them both sleep while she went to take a bath. It was Saturday after all, so once they did wake up, they'd both be hard to handle, running around like they liked to do. So she'd take her peace and quiet when and where she could get it.

Once she was out of the tub, Vergil had woken up, sitting on the edge of the bed swinging his legs back and forth and watching the shadows they made on the floor. Vergil looked up when her shadows mixed with his, and he asked, "Can I go outside?"

"Yes, but only if you take Dante out with you, and only in the backyard." She figured that would give Vergil incentive to get Dante up since it was closer to nine now, and he really needed to get up out of bed, otherwise he'd be hard to put back down later, as well as get the two to get out of the house instead of breaking something inside playing. Plus she needed to go make them breakfast and being outside would keep them out of the kitchen until the food was done.

Vergil rolled over and crawled onto the bed, literally got on top of Dante, and grabbed his shoulders, "Wake up, Dante." He started shaking his younger brother.

Dante muttered and finally opened his eyes. Then he groaned and called out, "Mama, Vergil won't stop shaking me!"

"Dante!," Vergil said more loudly this time, "get up!"

"Mama!"

"Dante!"

"Mama!"

Eva sighed, then she went over and said, "Dante, get up, I told him to wake you."

Dante groaned and, still being shaken by Vergil, he finally opened his eyes all of the way. Once that happened, Vergil stopped shaking him and crawled off of him. Dante turned and sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes and ruffling his already messy white hair. Vergil had already left the room, and Eva called out to him, "I'm going to call you back in for breakfast!"

"Okay," she heard as he disappeared into his room, the two children being closer to four years old, and Vergil was more than likely going to try to dress himself. He did that from time to time recently, and Eva shook her head, knowing he'd come out in a yellow and orange shirt with a pair of blue pants that didn't match. But, at least he tried, she thought with a smirk, besides, if he was going outside, he'd probably play, and while he never got as messy as Dante did, he was still a child, and it would give her an excuse to make him change his clothing later.

Walking over to the bed, she leaned down and lifted Dante up, asking him, "Are you going to help me with breakfast or do you wanna go outside?" Since he seemed so sleepy, she knew it'd be a few minutes before he really got himself going enough to play with his brother.

Dante grumbled again about being awake in response, and she just chuckled and took him to the kitchen with her, knowing that, especially since it was Saturday, he wouldn't be putting his clothing on any time soon. Once in the kitchen, she set him down, and he turned and ran back into the hallway, opening the bathroom door, and then just left it open. A moment later she heard the sound of his potty training at work, and she put her hand on her forehead. "Dante, shut the door when you go potty!" She was trying her best not to laugh and make Dante think it was okay to just leave the door wide open when he went to pee.

Vergil had come running out at that time, surely enough wearing mismatched clothing, and he stopped suddenly at the bathroom door and got a distasteful look on his face, saying loudly, "Ew!" From there, he ran away toward the backdoor, leaving Dante yelling, "Go away!," behind him, and leaving Eva trying her best not to simply laugh herself silly, but she was losing that battle terribly, tears in her blue eyes.

Only a moment later, after the toilet had flushed, Dante came back out and said, "Mama! He looked at my butt!"

Eva, who'd been trying to put some freshly cooked bacon onto the tray, suddenly started laughing again, and then she told Dante, "Well that's why you need to shut the door."

Dante grumbled, then asked, "Where's he!?"

"Outside in the backyard, Dante!" She called as he ran off, "Put some clothes on for the love of...," she trailed off and sighed as the door shut, then peered out of the kitchen window at the both of them, close enough for her to reach if she needed to. Dante went running straight for his brother and smacked his arm, yelling, "Tag!," before turning to run away.

Sighing, Eva shook her head, and continued cooking breakfast, catching random glimpses of them from time to time, and she finally called them into the house. When they came running back, she stopped them at the kitchen door and shook her head, pointing at the bathroom. "I've got some clothes in there for you, go change and wash your hands."

Vergil sighed, but he trudged off dejectedly, and Dante grumbled, "Mama, I don't wanna!"

Eva knew he'd say that, so she reached down and took his hand, taking him into the bathroom where she started changing him. Vergil got his shirt off as Eva pulled off Dante's, and he pulled the chair from beneath the sink and crawled up into it, then onto the sinks counter, reaching out and turning the water on. Looking back, Eva shook her head, "I could've done that for you, Vergil."

"I do it," he insisted, using the lotion to try and wash his hands. Eva reached out and stopped him, then pointed at the hand soap, and he grabbed that one instead, then proceeded to take care of himself. He watched Eva lifting Dante once his shirt and pants were changed, and put him onto the other side of the sink, telling him to, "Go ahead."

Dante looked at his hands, then up at his mother, and he held them up, "They're not dirty!"

"Yes they are!" Vergil told him.

"Are not!"

"Are too!"

Eva stopped the arguing boys before they could go on much further by raising her hands, "Dante, Vergil." She spoke sternly. "Stop it. Wash your hands, Dante. Vergil, where did you put your clothes?"

Vergil, who was drying his hands with tissues, pointed at them, and Eva reached to the floor and took them, putting them into the hamper, followed by grabbing him from the counter and putting him onto the floor, "Go to the table, and wait for us."

"Okay," Vergil replied again, and when Dante finished his own task, Eva pulled him off of the counter as well and walked into the kitchen, wondering if their arguing was going to get worse or better. But at least they were well behaved when it came to listening to their mother, she thought to herself. Otherwise she might pull her hair out over how they seemed to want to argue over everything.

Bath time came and it was no different. The only rubber ducky they had was named Chester, Eva swore she couldn't remember which boy had named it that, but they always fought over it since the other one had gotten lost. Vergil had also picked up the habit of sometimes not wanting to bathe with his brother, which in turn made Dante ask Eva why, and Eva knew Vergil was just trying to be a big boy. Even still, Eva never let Vergil bathe without her around, so his attempts at taking care of himself on that level were thwarted. After all, she didn't want him to trip and fall in the tub and possibly drown himself. So he wound up taking baths with his brother anyway.

Once the children both turned four and a half, their disagreements had escalated somewhat, enough so that one day, while Eva watched from the door way, Vergil chucked a toy at Dante's head, causing his brother to cry loudly, holding his forehead where the toy had hit him. Eva watched Vergil after that, knowing her younger son was fine, just shell shocked, and she watched Vergil just sitting on the floor, staring at Dante after he'd hurt him. He didn't offer to help him, and didn't continue to fight him, simply sat there and watched him.

A few days later, Eva had spied Vergil turning around and catching Dante before he could trip over another one of his misplaced toys, and when Dante couldn't reach something on the counter sometimes, Vergil would help him get to it. Eva somehow got the feeling that perhaps, when Vergil had hit his younger brother in the head and made him cry so badly, that maybe he'd realized that he would help himself be able to grow stronger by helping his brother instead of thwarting him and causing the arguing to pull them both down.

But that didn't stop the arguing. It wasn't an immensely large problem that Eva felt she couldn't handle, it was usually easily dispersed, as time went on, seeming to be the kind of arguing that really left no deeper emotional scarring. It amused Eva at some points as well, their arguing as they grew older becoming more of a debate over certain things, and they both seemed to enjoy it somehow, either eventually agreeing to disagree, or just saving it for later when their mother told them to stop.

But that was the very least of her worries.

At around the age of six or seven, things began to happen around the home. Sometimes, one of her sons would wake up screaming, saying they'd had a bad dream, and eventually, they began to be able to do things that other, normal children couldn't do. It scared Dante so badly that he shrugged off his own name. He wanted to fit in, he wanted to be like everyone else. He started calling himself Anthony, or for short, Tony, and wouldn't answer to Dante at all anymore at times.

Vergil, on the other hand, seemed to be much more curious than his younger sibling, asked his mother questions she didn't want to answer, wanted to know things she didn't think he was ready for yet, things that started off about the supernatural and spells, but that eventually turned into devils and power. His curiosities were mild though, seemed to be easily sated, and Eva was immensely relieved for that.

But other children noticed. When demons came to attack them, Eva had to move away completely. The two children found her packing their things one night, urgently moving about. "Dante, Vergil," she spoke when she saw them watching her from the doorway, "Get your things together now. Get your clothes, don't worry about anything else. Just what you need, we have to go."

"Mama," Dante started, stepping forth, "why do we–"

"Don't ask me questions, Dante, just do it! Vergil, you too," she told them both sternly, moving away from the room. She had to get her own things as well, and when she'd commanded them, they knew better than to argue, grabbing their things and packing them up, pulling their suitcases and backpacks out of their rooms, unsure why they were having to do this, unknowing where they were going. They were a bit upset, scared as any child would be, and they watched their mother loading a gun up, something they'd never seen her doing before.

"Mama, where are we going?" Vergil asked.

"Away from here," she said, pulling her own case out, putting the strap over her shoulder. She moved to her two sons quickly and grabbed their hands, making sure they were close to her at all times, "somewhere safe for you," she added.

Dante and Vergil could both tell their mother was upset, and as they reached the door, Eva heard Dante saying, "Don't worry, Mama, we won't let anything happen."

Vergil simply had a stern look on his very young face. Eva tried to calm down a bit, tried to offer them an appreciative smile, knowing if she ever lost either of them her world would become completely empty and lost, and she opened the front door slowly, not having time to waste, but wanting to be cautious. Demons could be there any moment, and she wasn't taking any chances.

As she opened the door though, they all stared. Eva's lips parted, and she whispered, "Oh no."

The entire town before them was burning, the fires lighting the skies, reflecting in their eyes like tiny flickering flames that were much bigger in reality. Eva blinked to snap herself out of it, then she reached for Vergil's hand again, having let go to open the door. "Come on, we're leaving right now. Get in the car."

She rushed them out to the car quickly and opened the trunk, throwing their things and hers into it, then she slammed the backdoor, moving toward the drivers side and gasping when Vergil ran off, seeing him heading to the other side of the car to get into the front seat on the passengers side. She simply didn't want him more than a step away from her, so it had startled her when he'd done that. Seeing her reaction, Dante stared up at her knowing something was truly wrong, and she turned and lifted him into the backseat of the car, strapping him in with the seatbelt, kissing his cheek to reassure him.

Eva climbed into the front seat, and she put the key into the ignition, turning the older model car over, listening to it sputter out. "Oh, come on!" Eva grumbled, turning it again, "Don't do this to me now! Please work!"

"Mama, what's that?" Vergil asked her, staring at the side of the house, pointing.

Eva looked up with a gasp, her blue eyes going wide, and she started trying to turn the engine over again with the key. She kept giving it gas, her eyes glued to the side of the house as she saw a dark, black creature in the shadows moving down the side of the wall, it's body long and lanky, on all fours somewhat like a cat with a very long tail and sharp talons on each finger, but it's face was much more humanistic, and it had glowing golden eyes.

Eva stepped on the gas again, willing the car with all her being to work, locking the door with her free hand, and she suddenly heard the lowly growled name, "Sparda," being drawn out like a dagger through her mind.

The car finally came on just as the demon jumped from the wall. Vergil had looked down and seen the gun sticking out of his mothers belt, and he suddenly grabbed it and aimed it, causing Eva to gasp, moving her hands toward her sons.

The demon flew through the air towards the car, and at the same time, Vergil pulled the trigger, the bullet going through the glass, shattering it outward, then through the demons body, the force of the blast knocking it backward, and the recoil on the gun knocking Vergil's young arms to the side. Eva caught his hands in hers, gasped loudly, cringing, some blood running over the top of the gun and onto her sons hands, her blood, from a shard of glass that had flown at her hand and would have harmed Vergil if she hadn't gotten into the way.

But things got quiet for the moment after that. Vergil's blue eyes went wide as he watched the blood slowly dripping down across the top of the gun, and then over the back of his own hand, finally dripping down onto his leg. Eva took several deep breaths, as did he, and Dante had sat forth in the back seat, looking them both over.

"Mama," Vergil whispered, finally turning his face to hers. "That was a demon, wasn't it?"

"Shut up, Vergil!" Dante yelled and threw himself into the backseat again, covering his ears.

Eva closed her eyes, prying the gun from her sons fingertips, putting it back into her belt on the opposite side this time, then she started working on pulling the glass from her palm, cringing the entire time, tears filling her eyes. "Don't worry about it, sweetie, let's just go for now." She grabbed the transmission and put the car into gear, then backed up relentlessly throughout the driveway, in a rush, trying to get out of there as quickly as possible. The car backed all the way up toward the roadside, pulling out in front of the house, and Eva looked into the rearview mirror. She saw the same demon, coming toward their car from behind, and her brows narrowed. She'd known the gunshot wouldn't do much to stop it.

The demon leapt into the air toward their car again, and Eva put her foot on the gas as hard as she could, throwing the gears into reverse. As she did this, the car went beneath the demon quickly, causing the creature to land in front of them, and Eva then put the car into drive, and squealed the tires as she took off again. The car bumped hard, running the demon over, and she didn't stop, just kept going as quickly as possible.

Dante, came a demonic voice as all of this happened, and Dante put his hands tighter over his ears, shaking his head, "My name's Anthony! It's not Dante!"

Hearing this, Eva held her tears back, and she sped up even more, knowing she wouldn't be able to help her son truly until she could stop safely, and that wasn't now. Reaching over, she put her unharmed hand behind Vergil's head, then beneath his chin and glanced at him, inspecting him to make sure he was okay, and when she was satisfied, she heard Dante yelling again, "It's Anthony!"

Eva took a deep breath, "Dante," she cringed, "Anthony! It's just us! You're alright, honey, you can open your eyes now."

When the young boy heard the name Anthony, he did what the voice told him he could do and looked up. They'd never call him Anthony, they'd always call him Dante. Only his mother would call him Anthony. That's how he knew it was safe.

As the world came into view again, he looked up and saw his mothers kind eyes looking at him through the rearview mirror. "Everything's okay now, sweety, I'm right here."

Dante reached down for his seatbelt and he pushed himself up, climbed over the seat, and sat between his mother and his brother. He cuddled up against her side and closed his eyes. She reached down and rubbed his back, then glanced at Vergil and saw that he was staring at his hand where she'd bled on him a bit. "Vergil? Are you alright, honey?"

Vergil finally looked at her, and he asked, "Did I...kill something?"

"No," Eva told him honestly, "you didn't. I just got scratched, that's all, here, wipe your hands on my shirt, sweety."

Vergil reached his hand out to do as she said when she held her sleeve covered arm out for him, and he wiped the blood drops off of his leg too. After that, he took his mothers hand when she reached for his and leaned against her arm, between himself and his twin, resting against them both. He realized in that moment that guns were far to dangerous to be controlled, and he decided he didn't like them very much. Things got silent, and soon enough, the two children fell asleep.

Eva didn't stop driving until morning.