Kyla's POV

It had taken about a week for the call to come about Tara. But, in that time I had become so used to Dante and Vergil that I had nearly forgotten her. The first couple days had been the hardest, of course, but Dante would do what he could to keep me happy, usually coming home with roses or something to let me know that I wasn't really alone. At times I thought it was advice from Vergil since he was the one who would listen to what I said I loved most. But, either way, I loved the roses I got from him. They were always a deep red that could be seen as blood or deep-red wine. They were so beautiful it was beyond words.

I never tried to get away from Dante, not when he was the only one making me laugh. He provided the opportunities for me to smile, something I had needed. Vergil, on the other hand, let me talk when I became depressed over what had happened. It was hard to tell if he actually heard any of my fears, but he at least gave the illusion of it. I will always thank him for that.

I remember I was playing some card game with Dante, one that I can no longer remember, not that it ever mattered. He was always teaching me different games to keep me distracted and himself from being bored. He had been cheating, making it obvious to make me smile. I knew he could cover his tracks better than he was, I had seen him do it when playing against Vergil. But then that was also more to win, this was to lose.

"Quit." I growled playfully, giving him a soft hit after getting somewhat annoyed with his picking up the wrong cards on purpose.

Dante laughed and looked at me as though I were insane. "I'm not cheating." He answered, knowing exactly what I was talking about. "If I was cheating, I wouldn't be sitting so damn close to you."

"Then let me see your cards." I said jokingly, not expecting him to do it. I should have known he would, after all he was holding them low enough for me to see them without my asking.

He took me into his arms and held his cards in front of me. "See?" He asked as he held me close.

Looking at his cards, I then looked to mine and smiled. "I win." I said with a chuckle before throwing my cards down. He gave me a playful hug and fell back.

"I give up." He said while stroking my hair. "You're too good."

"You're too easy when it comes to a pretty face." Vergil said as he walked in, the phone in his hand. "I just got off the phone with the hospital. Tara's ready to have visitors." His eyes were focused on me, watching as my smile melted away and the memory of Tara's wounds that I had caused came back.

Dante sat up and hugged Kyla comfortingly. "It wasn't your fault." He whispered to her. "And she knows it." He looked to Vergil, a thought passing between them that they should take her to the hospital now before visiting hours were over. "You should get your shoes." He said calmly to Kyla. "We'll take you to the hospital so you can see her." He almost seemed to sound regretful that their moment had ended so fast after just barely starting. Or he regretted having seen that Kyla had been reminded of what she had seen as her sin committed against her friend.

Kyla nodded and got up, but not after giving Dante a hug. She went into Dante's room, where she had been sleeping since she had first been brought into the twin's home. She had cleaned it up, but hardly enough to keep everything in order. It was practically impossible with how Dante had everything so mixed up. She wondered how he was doing with sleeping on the couch. She had even argued with him about it, saying that she could have the couch and she would be just fine. But he shook his head and told her that he wouldn't let such a beautiful girl sleep on an old, lumpy couch when there was an old, lumpy bed she could have. This was always something that made her smile, also the thought that Vergil might have talked him out of trying to share the room with her.

A moment later, Kyla went back to where she and Dante had been playing the card game. She saw both Dante and Vergil with their trench coats on and waiting for her next to the door. Dante was holding a black leather coat for her. He tossed it to her once she came close enough. "Let's go." He said, trying to sound up-beat so she wouldn't be thinking of the bad side of all this. He wanted her to be happy, and he was going to be the one to make her smile.

The drive was silent as Vergil drove and Dante held Kyla in the back seat. Vergil would glance back at them, his eyes showing nothing. It was impossible to tell if he was jealous, or if he didn't care. Though, if you asked Dante, he would say that Vergil was jealous of the fact that he was the one holding the babe while Vergil had to drive. But the tone of his voice would be joking, not serious at all.

The three of them walked into the hospital, Dante holding Kyla's hand comfortingly while Vergil walked ahead of them. He stopped at the receptionist's desk and asked coldly, "Where's Tara?"

The receptionist looked at him, realizing that he was the one she had talked to on the phone. "Room 213." She answered, wanting them to go soon. "Turn to your left." She said, meaning the hallway to take and trying not to rush them out.

He nodded and started walking, neglecting to even say thank you.

"Geez, Verg." Dante said sarcastically. "Think you could have given her a heart attack?" He asked, wishing his brother would learn to be at least a little more kind to people.

"Why should I be kind to them?" Vergil growled. "They're humans, and weak."

Dante blushed, knowing they hadn't told Kyla anything about what they were. He laughed nervously, seeing the look she was giving him, and scratched the back of his head. "I'll explain it later." He said, now looking to the room numbers in the hopes that they would be right in front of the room so he wouldn't have to answer any of her questions. He hated lying to her, even more so when she asked with her eyes. He could always see her innocence, her true beauty in those eyes. But then, he could also see something hidden deeper. It was something he couldn't quite see, but that he knew was there. Something that made him worry.

"We're here." Vergil said, stopping outside the door to Tara's room. He looked to Kyla. For a second, she could see a hint of concern in his eyes. It almost scared her since she had never caught any sign of anything from him. "We'll wait out here." He said, glaring at Dante. He knew something might happen if they went in with her. Dante wasn't exactly known for his self control.

"Okay." Kyla answered before taking a deep breath and slowly opening the door. She peeked in like a frightened mouse checking for the house cat. But, when she saw Tara, that fear vanished and was replaced with sorrow and pain. She stood in the door for a moment before walking over to her. "Tara?" She said in a small voice.

Tara carefully turned her head and looked at Kyla. "Ky." She said with a weak smile. She held out her arms for a hug from her friend, tears welling up in her eyes.

Unable to control her emotions, Kyla started to cry when she looked into Tara's eyes. She carefully hugged her as they both sobbed. It felt like they had been apart for years. It felt like they were being given the priviledge to see each other for one last time before one was to be taken away and locked up forever. "I'm so sorry." Kyla whispered through her sobs. "I should have had better control of the car."

Tara's eyes teared up more with tears still pouring down from her eyes and down her cheeks. "It's okay." She said as she held her friend close. Though, did she really think it was? There was at least a small part of her that hated Kyla for putting her in the hospital, a part of her that wanted to hurt her in return. This was something Tara never would have admitted to, not when she had always called Kyla her sister.

Dante and Vergil waited outside, hardly being patient. Dante paced the floor, wanting to know if everything was okay while Vergil just leaned against the wall with a look of indifference on his calm face. "Would you quit?" He growled, getting irritated with Dante's pacing. He never could stand his brother's inability to sit still through something he wanted to be a part of but wasn't. "She'll come out when she's ready." He added in a lower growl.

Dante just looked at him before saying, "Yeah, that's easy for you to say." He said, getting into his fighting tone of voice. "You're not the one who brought the girl to this hospital a week ago, thinking she was probably going to die. You're also not the one that tried to keep Kyla laughing so she wouldn't kill herself because of the guilt of being the driver during the accident."

"I also wasn't the one who probably made the girl's wounds worse by carrying her." Vergil said, knowing Dante had probably carried Tara in when he should have waited for the staff to come out with a gurney for her so they could take her in the right way. In other words, without coming close to killing her. "And Kyla is stronger than you think." He said. "Not physically, but she has the strength to fight any problems she might have in order to survive."

"She's been in pain, Vergil." Dante growled, now standing in front of him. "She wouldn't have been able to keep herself sane if I hadn't brought her back with me."

Vergil smirked in frustration. "If you want a girl to depend on you, Dante, keep looking." He muttered.

Dante was going to say something back until he heard the door open. Both of them turned to see Kyla walking out of the room, her eyes glassy from crying.

"Are you okay?" Dante asked as he walked over to her.

She nodded and tried to smile. "She's doing fine." She said, referring to Tara. "She says they'll let her out within a couple weeks. They've been worried that letting her out any sooner might give her more problems. But, so far, she's doing better than most would have with her injuries." She gently pushed Dante away, wanting to keep from being held during this. She wanted to depend on herself when she knew she was probably going to cry again. "Just take me home." She said softly as she started out of the hospital.

Giving Vergil a look of concern, but for Kyla, Dante followed her with Vergil behind them both. He thought of how happy she had been that morning, and how she now seemed to carry such a heavy weight. Yet she carried it alone without accepting the help offered to her. He was coming to admire her somewhat for her strength, even though she was human. Dante, on the other hand, was wondering why she wasn't letting him comfort her. He had truly enjoyed the week, always being the one to make her smile or laugh. He had felt that he was the only one who could, especially when he thought Vergil just ignored her during the day. He had become proud of the fact that he was the one she usually accepted with open arms when it came to her needing any kind of comfort. He didn't want to lose that. 'I don't want to lose her.' He thought. She was the friend he had practically hoped for, one that would stay close to him and take his help. What had made that change?

Kyla's POV

Now that I think back on those days, I see that my heart had gone to both of them. Though I don't know if either of them had felt anything for me. Especially when it came to Tara coming back with us two weeks later. I was so naive. I had thought the four of us would be inseperable. Oh how wrong I was. She took one from me, for what reason I never knew. But I had trusted her, I thought she was just playing. How was I supposed to know that he would follow her, that he would...

I can't think of that now. She's soon to be a sacrifice for the power I've been promised. I want to see his eyes again, their pale blue like the rose he found after it happened. Was it to comfort me? Or was it to tell me to become like what rose symbolized? Unatainable. Did he want me to distance my heart from his brother? To leave the deep red roses that had always shown me how much he cared, how full of life we were when together, and become like the blue of the one given to me after being betrayed? I don't know. All I know now is that I have to go to the temple garden the rose had been picked from. He'll be waiting there for me with more blue roses to cover me with, along with the blood to be shed. He taught me to be strong, to fight. I will be the one to take the life of the sacrifice, and I will be the one to fall from what I am and to what he has wished for me to become.

"She comes, Dante." Vergil said with a cold, proud voice. "I told you she was stronger than you thought."

"Why did you do this?" A voice answered him from the shadows. "You warped her into this. Why?"

With a cold smirk and chuckle, Vergil turned to the direction of the voice. "Ask yourself why you hurt her. Then you'll see why I did this. Why I gave her the answer to her heart's question."