Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Devil May Cry. That title and the characters in it belong to CAPCOM. The same goes for Final Fantasy VII and friends belonging to Square Enix.

A/N: If Vergil's personality seems off for those of you that have played the game that is because this is a Pre DMC3 fic taking place before everything goes to hell in a hand basket for the brothers.

No Boundaries: Degraded and Falling From Grace

Prolog

Darkness had fallen in the serene town… But the dark woods seemed to whisper with life of the unknown. The mere thought of the forest made humans new to White Fire Falls quiver in fear. Most of the people in this tranquil town never thought much of it because they had either grew up here or were not normal to begin with. This was the haven for all immortals and unique humans to reside when all other places shunned them away, and "normal" people criticized senselessly to harm the ego of something they would never understand.

Those who knew area knew all about the Azrael Forest and what was in it. There were certain parts inaccessible to anyone. In other words, those who did go in the forbidden areas didn't come back out. There were catacombs under the ground that went on for miles and large, beautiful graveyards everywhere throughout the forest. There was also the waterfalls that had given the mountain town its name. White Fire Falls was a series of enchanted waterfalls that started at the top of the mountain, flowing over the purest white stone, and came down into the Fay River that flowed through the middle of town. Half way up the mountain was the Royal Vampire family, the keepers of Azrael. A queen, Prince, and identical twin princesses.

One of the young Vampire Princesses wandered Azrael Forest in soundless steps, aimlessly… entranced by a vision only she could see. The soft, gray-feathered wings of her Goddess form protruded from her back, only inches from the ground, not yet fully grown into those of an adult's. The young teen's features were far from angelic though. Her eyes were silver, devoid of all joy, and her skin was as cold and colorless as the dead. Raven black hair cascaded down her back and feathered over her eyes while crimson tears streaked down her face.

Vergil Sparda stayed hidden from her piercing gaze for fear of his life, but kept her in his own the best he could. The October wind passed through the trees and blew the snowy locks of hair from his ice blue eyes and he brought a rifle up to aim at the pail figure. She was the one that haunted his dreams at night and in the process, slaughtered him each time. He feared her. He feared her power, and it was something that had to be dealt with.

His senses should have been on the rest of his surroundings though. Horrific shrieks erupted from behind the hybrid and claws raked down his back painfully. He gasped and cried out in agony, but still chose to fight. When he spun around he froze. There stood the demon, but that was the least of his worries. Directly behind that was his nightmare. The cursed girl stood there ever so quietly, waiting for something to move. Nothing moved. It was a standoff. All the demon did was make screeching sounds that annoyed the young female quite successfully and the boy just kept his stance, ready to fight if necessary.

The girl rolled her eyes "…Did you forget that you have a gun?" She asked dully, "If you didn't you should've pulled the trigger by now. Fool…" She trailed off and the msria lunged around only running into sharp, raptor like, bronze talons. Blood gushed from its jugular and the girl's nails sunk deeper, enclosing around its windpipe. The vampire's Quicksilver eyes burnt through its own amber ones as the throat was ripped away from the helpless demon's body. The msria collapsed to the ground, withering and gasping for air. The girl stared at the heap and gave a morbid smile. She took pleasure in the creature's misery and discomfort. Her hatred of these fowl beasts knew no boundaries and she wished them all dead, but she also knew that day could not come. No, wouldn't come, but she'd be damned if that were going to stop her from killing whatever demon stood in her way. She began to rinse the demon blood from her fingers in the cold stream when she realized her peer, shocked by the whole ordeal, was gaping at her. "Are you all right?" She asked, her voice soft and kind.

Still not yet ready to pass, the msria continued to make gurgling noises in its throat incessantly and reach for the girl's ankles. A loud crack echoed through the air sickly and revolting. Slowly, she looked up from the water to the heavy boot that had come down on the creature's head with a tinge of shock showing in her face, then to Vergil's face. There he stood clad in all black with a red and gold amulet hung around his neck. He was giving her an unreadable expression and she wasn't quite sure how to react to him. Was he going to kill her? Rob her? Or worse? So many questions and such little time. "Uh… um… h-hi."

"I'm fine…" Came the cold reply. He turned to walk away, but halted and winced at the sound of a shrill, panicked shriek.

"Oh God! You're bleeding!"

"Huh?" He reached to touch his back and returned with blood. "Well then, would you look at that… Hm. I would've never known." Vergil began to walk away again.

"Well let me take a look."

"No. I'll be fine."

The princess darted in front of him and placed a gentle hand on his chest to stop him. "I can help. Just sit down and hold still," She insisted. He did as she said so he did not aggravate her. She gently pulled off his torn shirt and examined the wound with a critical eye. Vergil heard a distressed groan and turned his head slightly.

"What is it?" He asked.

The girl gave a soft sigh. "You've been poisoned…" She stated slowly, "I can cure it, but that would mean," she stalled, biting her lip. "you would have to trust me."

"Okay?"

The space between them began to shrink as she closed in on his neck. She whispered into his ear, "Do you trust me?"

"…Yes." he replied.

"Then relax," Slowly she moved to his neck before sinking sharp vampiric fangs into his flesh. Vergil flinched a little, but soon closed his eyes to the new feeling. An unusual feeling gripped his senses and flowed throughout his body. She was only latched onto him for a minute, enough to remove a substantial amount of tainted blood from his body. Her hands crept down his back parallel with his wounds and he heard metallic scraping of a knife being drawn. Only then did he begin to tense again in preparation to attack.

"What are you doing?"

"Just wait." He shifted a little to see what she was up to. When he did he would never forget what he saw. There in the corner of his eye was an almost innocent looking young teenage girl. Deep, dark brown eyes that seemed to match the cold autumn ground concentrated hard on the knife as she drew it down her palm, nut brown hair falling into the autumn pools. She looked almost angelic she was so beautiful. The golden tanned skin and her strong feminine body stood out brightly against what she had been just previously. It was Jade, the socialite of their junior high school. The guys always hung around her, drooling practically, but she always turned them down. Maybe the rumor of her having a boyfriend was true. That would be disappointing. He would have liked to date her some time. Jade's slender hand brushing his silver hair out of his eyes brought him back to reality as she gazed into his icy depths thoughtfully. "How are you doing? Ya dizzy yet?"

The young hybrid took note that his head felt like it was swimming and nodded carefully. "Yes."

Jade smiled kindly. "Okay, that's normal. Here. Drink this, and be forewarned, it doesn't taste vary good."

"What is it?"

"Phoenix blood." She handed him the small bottle she had pulled out of her black cloak.

"What?"

"Just drink the damn blood!"

"Okay! Just take it easy." He studied the substance a little longer before downing it, then gagging. The blood taste was so overpowering that it was sickening.

The vampiress leaped in front of Vergil and drew a monogram on his chest in her own blood, whispering clearly, an age-old chant of her people lost among the modern world. "Pasaer thar eir pasaer air. Caes tia tar, caes tia vi. Koli ti mael. Aestali si pas. Cyr si tyri eil caer si caes. Caes sia veli shaerol ail ti. Shesol aer, thyjael myli. Tia pasaer caer eir Ai cyr. Aestali tia mael eil cyr ti tyri." She drew the knife across his hand and grabbed it with her own bloodied one. "Trust me." She leaned forward and kissed his forehead, then his lips, pressing her free hand into the wound on his back, the gash in his hand beginning to burn as she did so.

He tried to pull away and shelter her from his pain, but she successfully held him fast as she kissed him slowly. When Jade released him from her embrace Vergil touched his back to see what she had done to him, but found the gouges in his muscles gone. His wounds were healed and the burning pain in his blood was no more. "How did you do that?"

"I can't tell you… only show you. But I don't have the time."

"I see…"

She hesitated for a moment, pondering her thoughts and studying his face. "You're Vergil, Son of Sparda. I've seen you at school before."

He paused, and then nodded. "And you are Jade Marie Lethal, Princess of Vampires."

"Indeed… I try not to throw that around too much. Not good for the reputation." Jade stood and held out her hand for Vergil so she could help him up, but he declined. The vampiress nodded and leaned up against a tree while she watched him for a while. "I should be going. I don't want to keep my brother waiting."

"Wait." Vergil stood and walked over to her.

"I'm sorry, I have to leave."

"No, wait. I think it's only proper that I thank you for your help in this matter, though my demon blood probably would have taken care of it."

Jade smiled and shook her head. "Not nearly as fast." She pulled an amulet from around her neck and slid it over his head. "Here… You can hold on to this for a while. You need it more than I do." She tuned away and moved fluidly into the darkness. "Good bye, Vergil. See you on Monday."

"Good bye, Jade…" Vergil looked on for a little while longer wondering what he was going to do about the girl, or even what he was going to tell his brother when he came home without a scratch and no evidence that he took the girl's life. The hybrid decided that it would be best to leave these matters for another day, slipped his shirt back on and walked back towards his home, not a sound to be heard from his wandering feet as dark, hungry red eyes watched his every move…