A little author's note: So I decided to post this next chapter a little earlier than originally planned. The first one got more views than I was expecting and it made me feel all happy and stuff. :D If maybe I could possibly get at least one review this time I'd be even happier though. Also, in case anyone was wondering, it's rated M for language and maybe a lemon in a future chapter. I haven't quite decided how far to take it yet. I'm done rambling now. Enjoy!

"Alexandra, my little miracle." A woman's melodic voice called out. "You must open your eyes, my dear. You have much to accomplish."

Alexandra groaned and squeezed her eyes tightly together. Her chest hurt so bad. It felt as if she had been stabbed. Why did it feel that way? Oh, yeah... I did get stabbed. She groaned and opened her eyes slowly. She was in a room with low lighting, lying on a soft bed. How did I get here?

"You're lucky to be alive." A cold voice said.

Alexandra jumped up, startled and scanned the room until her eyes landed on a man in a long blue coat. He was tall with white hair that was slicked back from his face and his eyes reminded her of faded blue ice. He looked so familiar and suddenly everything came rushing back to her in full detail.

"Am I?" Alexandra replied coolly. She glanced down and noticed that her shirt was gone and in it's place was a bandage that started right under her arms and was wrapped down to the bottom of her ribs. "Where the hell is my shirt and my jacket?"

"There was nothing left of them but rags. I threw them out." He said calmly.

"Did you cop a feel while I was vulnerable too, you perv?"

He looked disgusted. "Of course not. I'm not an animal."

What, is he gay? "Good to know." Alexandra muttered as she spied a closet and walked over to it. She opened the door and started going through it.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice cold, as she pulled a plain button up shirt out of it and began ripping the sleeves off it. "That's a comfortable shirt you're ruining."

Alexandra rolled her eyes. "I have to have a shirt since you so rudely threw mine out, jackass."

He frowned. "You should watch how you speak to me, girl. You clearly have no idea who you're talking to."

"I know exactly who I'm talking to, Vergil, son of Sparda." Alexandra stated as she began to slowly unwrap the bandage. She kept her eyes locked on his. "You're the one who has no idea who you're talking to."

Vergil's eyes slowly followed the movement of the bandage as it revealed more and more pale, porcelain like skin. Alexandra cleared her throat and he brought his eyes up to meet hers as he frowned. "You're not human. Your wound is gone."

"You mean your keen senses didn't pick up on that earlier, devil-boy?" Alexandra rolled her eyes as she tied the bottom of the shirt around her waist and buttoned it up, covering her exposed chest that Vergil had seen too much of.

Vergil's frown deepened, a small crease forming between his eyes. "Who are you?"

"Alexandra Lilitu. Though I don't expect my name to hold much meaning for you. You haven't been in Hell recently where everyone suddenly knows it. I'm like an overnight celebrity."

"I don't sense any demon in you." Vergil said in an even tone.

"No? Believe me, honey, it's there." Alexandra shrugged. "Where are my weapons? I have things I should be doing."

Vergil frowned. "Don't call me that."

"That's all you have to say? Boy are you dense." Alexandra rolled her eyes. "Weapons. You know, those things that shoot bullets and stab people?"

Vergil scowled. "I'm not an idiot. Do not treat me as such. I did save your life and you should show some respect for it. I could've left you to die."

"Yes, and saving people is completely out of character for you. You must have had a brief lapse in judgement. On a side note, there are only a few ways to kill me and that wasn't one of them." He's cute, but a little slow. Nothing like the badass the stories make him out to be. "Now where are my weapons? And this time try to stay on topic and answer the question. I'm starting to lose my patience and when that happens people usually get hurt. Or in this case it'll be a dense little half-devil."

Vergil's eyes flashed dangerously. "Don't provoke me, woman. I will not go easy on you if you push me too far. You are in my home and I'm not giving you back your weapons until I know you don't pose a threat."

"Hey, Verge! You home?" A voice called out from down the hall.

Vergil closed his eyes briefly. Wonderful. He shows up at the worst times.

The door opened and Dante came strolling in. "There you are. I was wondering why you never showed up back at the shop, so I..." Dante stopped and stared at the woman standing by the closet. "Alex? Haha! Go Verge! Now I know why you didn't show up. This one can keep you busy for days!" He gave Alex a lopsided smile. "How ya been, babe? I haven't seen you in a long time!"

Alex smiled and walked over to Dante. "It has been a long time." She threw her arms around him. "And it's not what you think. He saved me from some demons. I was actually on my way to see you when I got ambushed."

Dante laughed as he returned the hug. "He probably couldn't even handle ten minutes in bed with you anyway." He winked and slapped her ass. He didn't miss the way Vergil's eyes narrowed as he did so. Has my brother finally found a woman he's interested in? "What were you coming to see me for, babe? Can't find anyone better than me to take care of your womanly needs?" He winked and watched Vergil's eyes narrow just a little bit more.

"Actually, I may be in a bit of trouble." Alex said as she stared up at Dante's eyes. They were the same color as Vergil's, but Dante's held so much more warmth she noticed. "I was hoping I could get a little help watching my back. I'll pay well."

Dante frowned. "What kind of trouble you in?"

"I have demons chasing me, trying to bring me back to Hell by whatever means necessary. And as Vergil can vouch for, sometimes there are more than I can handle."

"Why are the demons so insistent on bringing you back to Hell?"

Alex rand a hand through her hair. "Does it really matter? It's not like the demons are anything you can't handle. Please just say you'll help me." She pleaded.

Dante stared down into Alex's emerald colored eyes for a while. He wondered what could be going on that she wouldn't want to give him details, but at the same time he knew she wouldn't ask for his help if she thought he couldn't handle it. It wasn't her style. He glanced over at Vergil and caught his brother letting his eyes roam slowly over her body and it gave him an idea. "We can take your case at Devil May Cry, but I can't personally handle it. I'm pretty swamped lately."

Alex frowned. "I was really hoping... I wanted... Well if you can't help me, who will?"

Dante pretended to think for a moment. "Well Lady and Trish are both tied up at the moment with a couple different jobs. So I guess that leaves Vergil."

Vergil glared at Dante. "No. You already have me assigned to something."

"Are you saying you can't handle having more than one assignment at a time?" Dante asked, his tone mocking.

"That's not what I mean-"

"It's settled then." Dante said as he backed towards the door. "Alex, Vergil will be your new body guard. As far as payment goes, we'll discuss that later. I would start with buying him a new shirt though. He tends to get a little possessive over his things and doesn't like when they're ruined. Catch ya later, babe." He winked at Alex and was gone in the blink of an eye.

"So much for his help." Alex muttered before turning to Vergil. "So..."

Vergil simply raised one eyebrow in response.

"Weapons now?"

"You apparently are too simple minded to be able to focus on more than one thing at a time." Vergil said as he opened a cabinet he had been standing in front of.

Alex quickly walked over and grabbed her weapons. "That's just what I want you to think." She winked at Vergil and started walking away. "You might wanna pack a few things."

Vergil's gaze snapped to the back of her head. "Why?"

"You're gonna have to come stay with me for a while. I have a routine and don't like it disturbed."
"No. Do you think that I don't have a routine of my own?"

Alex shrugged. "Have it your way, devil-boy. It's gonna be a little difficult to do your job from across town though."

Vergil sighed. I better be getting payed well for this...