Vergil's eyes came open as he was shook from the memory. He thought that he'd never see the strange pair ever again. A soft hiss escaped him as he moved a slight bit. He could feel new blood spill from old wounds. Somehow his capturer had learned to suppress his devil healing abilities. His back itched from the dried blood and he couldn't scratch it. Thankfully he only had his pants on. He didn't think the blood would have come out of his shirt, vest and jacket. For a moment he wished that he had Yamato with him. His capturer was still in the room behind him.

"Hurts doesn't it?"

Vergil gave the man a dry look if the moron had been facing him. Never in his life would he admit that something hurt him. Once he found a way out of the predicament he was in he'd personally destroy this bastard until not even his family could recognize him. "Isn't it amazing Vergil that an assassin captured a heart that was deemed a solid mass of stone?"

Vergil just snorted. There was a lot of disgust running through him. The worst part was this idiot talked too much.

"Now Dante I could see falling in love, but you?"

"I never said I was in love," Vergil said in a dead panned voice.

He never would admit out loud that he had been in love once. Leaning his head back he looked towards the ceiling. His eyes scanned the ceiling hoping to see something that amused him. A spider crawled in a damp corner. It was trying valiantly to build a web on the damp stone. His attention was dragged away from the spider as he felt cold steel run down his back again. He wanted to growl in annoyance. Did this man love to just cut his back in the same spots? It was becoming more of an annoyance than anything else. He flexed his hands for a moment trying to gauge how far he could go. There wasn't much space between him and the guy behind him. A smirk graced his features as he swung back and cracked the guy behind him in the face. He howled in pain. He couldn't tell if he drew blood or not considering the scent of blood was already heavy in the air.

A sudden piercing pain ran through his shoulder blade as the idiot drove the knife into his back.

"You'll pay for that half-breed," the guy hissed.

Vergil just smirked knowing that he had on point on his side. The guy ripped the dagger from his shoulder. Thankfully the moron didn't hit anything vital.

"You think your hot stuff well I'll prove to you otherwise."

The man walked around him and went to the door. He muttered something to the guard outside and then a loud scream resonated through the entire place. It echoed everywhere. Vergil winced knowing exactly who had screamed.

"Hurt's doesn't it?" he asked again. "It's so easy to bring good people down. Now I ask again join my cause and destroy your brother."

Vergil snorted in disgust. If he was going to kill Dante he'd do it for his own gain and no one else's. He had no vendetta against his brother even after the incident with Mundus so long ago. It was his choice to accept the power and yet he had still retained his sense of honor as Nero Angelo. Inwardly he cursed himself for having a buried heart that someone broke through so easily. He'd never admit out loud that the girl had gotten to him in some way. If she hadn't he wouldn't be here now. Her screams were thrown through the halls again. Vergil winced at the sound.

"It's too bad that I have to destroy her pale skin."

For some reason that almost made Vergil's perfect mask to crack. It was against the honor code instilled in him for so long that it was completely wrong to hurt females, no matter their heritage, unless of course they were trying to hurt him first even though he knew she wouldn't be able to.

"I hear her whimper your name in her sleep," the man said from behind him.

Vergil knew that already. There were many times while she was in his care that she called his name in sleep. The girl couldn't keep what she had dreamed about secret for long. Smiling he remembered on of those times.

Flashback

Vergil walked through the door. The smaller girl was sitting on a barstool staring off into space.

'Where's Kelsea?' he asked the smaller girl.

'I don't know.'

'She's your body guard and you don't know?'

'I'm not her keeper and she's not mine.'

Vergil moved away from the kitchen and went upstairs to find the missing girl. She was sleeping on his bed. The hard part of him wanted to throw her off his bed but the honor made him stay still. Up until the point where he heard her whimper his name in her sleep. He moved closer to listen to what she was saying.

'Vergil,' she whimpered softly. 'Don't, he'll kill you.'

She whimpered again and curled up into fetal position. Her hands clutched the blankets as if they were her life line. He moved forward and touched her head trying to get her to calm down. Once she calmed he left the room. He didn't know what came over him right at that moment but some part of him didn't like it one bit.

End flashback

Vergil never understood how she did it but he was sure that she had gotten under his skin. He suspected that Dante and Jessica had something to do with this emotional predicament he was in. Another scream rent the halls. Inwardly he cringed. She was hurt because of him and that just made him angry. A familiar pulse started underneath his ribs.He knew exactly what it was. His devil powers were trying to surface, more than likely his body was unconsciously trying to Devil Trigger to stop her from screaming out in pain anymore. Vergil bowed his head as a cruel smirk crossed his pale lips. The half-breed devil was biding his time. It wouldn't be long before he would become the 'Dark Angel' once again.

'Hold on a little longer,' he thought to himself.