Author's note: Huh, two chapters in a row in a single day. I'm on a roll baby!! Ok…well I'm having an off day so why not concentrate a little on this fic, it will focus in on Vergil for this chapter and will lead into well…whereas he can meet Jill. You will see some remembrance of Resident Evil 3: Nemesis and Devil May Cry 3: Dante's awakening special edition of you have good memory in this chapter. So yeah, Once again I don't own capcom, characters from the two series Resident Evil or Devil May Cry well…I don't own them. If I did I'd be a very rich man. Now happy reading!

The Dark Slayer after leaving the library slowly walked down an abandoned road. Two vehicles - a Toyota and a Honda, were completely motionless on the side of the road. The Toyota was half crunched and unusable. The Honda still had keys in the ignition; both of the cars were rusted and dirty, aging with years of disaster that had only accumulated within a couple of days. The Honda with the keys still in the ignition was indeed helpful; but it was more than possible that there was at least one undead zombie lying down in its former vehicle. Spread out on the seat on its back, faking death, waiting to attack any human prey that fell into their trap.

'Hmph, do I look like my insolent little brother to fall for such trickery like that? I will not allow a foolish ploy like that to make a fool out of me.' Vergil thought, shuffling slower no as to not alert any undead nearby that would just love to eat the flesh of his body, slowly and painfully. That wouldn't have been the most pleasant of scenarios, especially since the Son of Sparda had come so far already by himself without even confronting a single zombie. Till of course his luck ran out, he had passed by a clothing store and all of a sudden a horde of zombies had slithered themselves out of the windows, shuffled out of alleyways, crawled out of underneath a car, just to get to where Vergil was. He stood there looking over at the infected citizens who were now turned into nothing but zombies. This was the first time the Dark Slayer ever came across such beings, used to demons and other hideous creatures but humans turned into not demons but monsters? That was one thing he wasn't used to.

"Now what do we have here…" Vergil said calmly as they shuffled towards him slowly, moaning and groaning.

The description of these monsters were disgusting, where if you didn't had the time to run away from them you'd be gagging from their appearance. White soulless eyes, clothing torn and ripped about revealing where they were bitten or eaten upon, their skin decomposing as they walked. It was truly horrid. The Ivory haired male wanted to puke at their appearance but he has seen more disgusting things in the past but still. All he did was just stand there as they surrounded him from all sides, his Icy blue hues looked from side to side, analyzing, checking his prey out. And then, they attacked! They dragged themselves quickly towards Vergil's form trying to grab him but the Dark Slayer wouldn't allow such filth touch him.

Gripping Yamato ever so tightly he started to swing it while still sheathed like a bat with his left hand, batting them away from him, getting distance from him and the group of undead beings. As he continued to bludgeon them with his sheathe the yellow silk ribbon danced with the air that was passed by with the force Vergil put in his blows. Once he cleared room from him and the zombies he started to unsheathe his blade, the cool metal's surface of Yamato glistened in the moonlight's presence. Soon right after, not even allowing them to catch the glimpse of Yamato even being fully unsheathed yet in reality he already took out the blade had sliced a zombie that was right behind him right in half, right down the middle.

The blood of the zombie had poured out all over it's companions, but soon enough they all fell to Vergil's blade as he then soon after cutting the one behind him in half had just one swipe and the horde that encircled him was cut in half. Their body's slid off of the stumps of what was left of them creating a fountain of blood, raining all over him. Once they fell he had swung his demonic o-katana around him and slowly sheathed the blade standing there, only for more of the undead to come out of their hiding places and try to ambush him. Encircling him once more except with a greater number then before, more and more zombies.

As the number grew and they approached him all he did was just look over to his right and see his opponent come at him, a small smirk surfaced as he witnessed just how stupid these zombies were. At that second the one that was coming at his right had just tried to grab him with one free arm, the Dark Slayer would simply jerk his body back missing the arm, letting it pass right by him. As his arm passed right by Vergil would smack him away with the sheathe with a powerful blow strong enough to send him flying away from the fight towards the wall with a crash, he'd now focus on the group. Right after he did that he bobbed his body to the right tripping one of the zombies and as that one was about to fall he'd catch him with the uprising blade of Yamato, slicing right through him. Yet another bloody mess would surface from the cut in half zombie, when the halves of the zombie fell he now sway his body to the left slashing two cuts to a zombie next to him causing it to fall from the impact of his slashes then sway to the right tripping another zombie with his foot causing it to flip but to be once again caught by a upwards swipe from Yamato cutting this one in half once more. The zombies groans of death and pain, Vergil's battle cries, the footwork, the sounds of cold metal clashing with flesh, bone, and sinew. It was all like background noise in a fast-beat song. It really is a dance, he thinks; unfortunately, he's the only one here who seems to know all the steps.

With the movement of Yamato heading upwards he spun the blade so once he strafed to the left he would catch another zombie right across the neck with a nice swipe, cutting his head clean off. Using that zombie as leverage he'd push it up against the last zombie that encircled him before and sliced Yamato right through them both, cutting them like a hot knife through butter. It was a massacre, a bloodbath would be a proper term for it. Vergil stood in stance standing just as he was after cutting the two in half, his coat would come down since the velocity that was used to cut them was pretty heavy so the momentum had caused a lot of movement from his coat. All of a sudden his hair felt heavier, it was the blood. His hair, himself, he was covered and soaked in the zombies blood that he had slayed right before him. Vergil turned around and looked at the last set of zombies that had begun to approach him, shuffling, moaning, groaning, begging to be destroyed, begging to be brought down by the true might of a half-breed, a great and powerful warrior, the Son of the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda will grant them their wish. Looking over at them as his bangs got in the way of his vision, looking up at his hair a split second he had realized that now his hair was let down due to the blood loosening and making his spikes become heavy, now he looked exactly like his younger twin, Dante. But at this moment he didn't care, he was having too much fun. A dark smirk surfaced itself onto his face as he looked at his prey.

"I will show you all, the true might…of…a…SON OF SPARDA!!"

Vergil yelled out as he swung Yamato around him and proceeded to rush at them, at full force. Embedding himself within the group he began to slash at break-neck speeds, the human-eye wouldn't be able to predict the speed nor numbers of slashes, swipes, and hacks he had done. He had done one of his Yamato techniques, Rapid Slash. Yelling out a loud battle cry he would slash about now running through them, looking as if he just dashed by them with a single slash. While in reality it was like maybe hundreds, all the zombies fell cut into shreds, some in half, some with their heads off, no matter where they were cut, they all fell down to the ground bleeding in a pile of their own blood. The sudden quiet makes his ears ring, Vergil stands for a long time still in stance, breathing in fast lungfuls of the heavy, fetid air. He's done here, but the edge isn't off yet; his heart is still kicking against his ribs with exertion and adrenaline. The blood-smell is so thick he can taste it on the back of his tongue.

He slowly stands up straight and position his sheathe behind his back and swings Yamato, slowly sheathing it behind him all to finish it with the final, click! Noise that it would make from closing. Letting his arms fall to his sides with his left hand holding unto his precious blade he'd look onwards at the path ahead of him, but once again his Ivory bangs were in the way of his vision. So he'd with a simple sweep of his right hand would slick his hair back getting all of the residue blood and liquid off of his hair and return it to it's slicked back spiky lush once again.

"Hmph…" Walking forward from the scene he had caused having no second thoughts about killing these infectious citizens, till of course he really didn't kill them. The moans and groans had occurred again, causing Vergil's eyes to widen from shock, his head snapped back to see this. Some of the zombies that were cut down weren't killed, such as the many that were cut in half, the ones that were just slashed about, the only ones that didn't come back to life were the ones that he didn't cut their head off or head was affected at all.

'What in the world!? Nobody have ever survived Rapid Slash and live to tell about it…or just Yamato itself…what in the world are these things?!' Thought Vergil as he backed up slowly away from the halves of zombies that crawled towards him wanting to rip and tear his flesh off, but as he proceeded to back away he had managed to back into yet another group of zombies. Backing up into a very tall muscular zombie, it picked him up by the neck lifting him up off of his feet. Vergil groaned and gagged for air as he kicked about looking at the zombie that had picked him up, it moaned in his face and he was able to smell it's rancid breath and of course stare into it's lifeless eyes. It sickened him. The muscular zombie was about to make it's lunge to bite off the Dark Slayer's nose till he jerked his head back and spat in his mouth, a tiny smirk surfaced afterwards whilst gagging for air.

"Ho-how dare you touch me yo-you…filthy piece of-?!" His own speaking was interrupted by him summoning a blue sword from above his shoulders out of thin air, Summoned Sword. The long blue blade had the appearance of his father's sword that Vergil yearns for, Force Edge. Right as the blade was summoned it had flung itself mentally controlled by Vergil himself to pierce it's head, impaling him clean. After of course impaling him the sword would shatter itself like glass. The zombie dropped the Dark Slayer and fell down dead, and there Vergil learned his lesson. 'It's head…aim for it's head…' Thought the Son of Sparda as he retraced his battle plan against them. Rubbing his neck he'd cough once more and crack it as well.

"Scum…" He said the last parting word as he now proceeded to back away from horde of zombies then remembered there were some crawling from behind him as well. Front and back ways were not usable at the moment so now Vergil had to go for the sideway, he took off dashing running from the group as they followed him. As he ran away he looked behind himself noticing that the numbers grow fast, already an entire group of zombies with numbers big enough to cover the entire street was coming for him. 'Well, this doesn't look good…' He said in his head as he continued to call upon more Summoned Swords to assist him, sword after sword after sword was summoned being flung and shot towards the zombie citizens. Taking them down one head shot at a time. He then turned around and continued to walk backwards seeing who exactly was being shot down by his sword frenzy so he can calculate a way to take them out and get out of this city alive. He wasn't going to let himself be killed by these scum. Not one bit.

"Hmph, prepare yourself! Scum of the world…." Said Vergil as he stopped in place concentrating more demonic magic, focusing so much. Now with a single breath out of his body about ten summoned swords appeared around him, causing him to use his own technique called, Spiral Swords. As the ten blades encircled him and spun around he snapped his finger and flicked his wrist forward as they disappeared and reappeared behind and over him like an arc.

"Blistering swords!" Vergil said, conjuring up a more destructive move for these zombies. As the swords that appeared above the Dark Slayer started to fling themselves at fast speeds and would take them down like a assault rifle taking down their targets, except when the ten ran out he just continued the spell causing it to be an endless barrage of the Blistering Sword technique. He continued to walk back till he bumped his back into a door, realizing it was his ticket out of this hell temporary he would gasp and turn around causing Blistering Swords to cease and desist. Jiggling on the knob he noticed it was locked.

"Damn!" He yelled, but that didn't stop him. His determination was clear, he would simply not allow himself to become zombie-food. He looked to his sides and his back noticing that the group of zombies were getting more numerous and more dangerous as they started to already corner him. Yelling out a loud battle cry he bashed the door open with his shoulder thanks to that Demonic strength of his from the benefit of being a half-breed had saved him. Now that he opened the door he backed up, gripping Yamato even tighter from all the tension that this was causing him. As he backed up further into the open door that revealed a alleyway a random zombie's hand was coming out of a window trying to grab hold of the Dark Slayer, not just one, but several. Seeing them got Vergil back in gear as he ran deeper into the alleyway, cutting short-cuts and all to get away.

He then ran into one more door, thank god this one was open. It was a warehouse, tired he'd rest against the door, slowly falling to the ground slumping himself against metal door catching his breath. Sure the Son of Sparda didn't get scared that much, but for once he can admit, that was absolutely terrifying to say the least. But it still wouldn't tarnish one thing he desired beside gaining power, His pride. Slowly Vergil's eyes closed and he went into a tiny little slumber to recover the energy that was lost in getting away from those vile beings.


"September 28, daylight. Those hideous creatures who were once called citizen's of this Raccoon City has taken over everything that this city has left to offer. But even if...Even if the odds are against me they will not get in my way of obtaining power. The power of my father Sparda, my blood journey is far from over..."

x- - Devil May Cry