HIYA LAURA!!!! OMG guys, I watched all the clips from DMC3 and I fucking cried when Vergil got left in Hell. Like all out sobbing. And Dante isn't all that funny. He's an ass in the game...or maybe because Vergil is just so much better. ;p I'm kidding Dante, I love you!! Enjoy! TehOdd1 xoXo

I had taken some meds for my injuries, followed by lots and lots of wine. I felt numb-ish to the physical pain.

Neither I, nor Vergil, had said a word about our siblings since the parking lot - nor what happened in the lot.

We had shared silence, until I offered him to help me on my case.

Why?

I felt the sudden urge to binge drink, eat ample amounts of vanilla ice cream, burst into tears, and watch bad romance movies all at once.

So what? Angel Williams has feeling! And those feelings hurt! But the logical side of me protested violently that doing things mentioned above, that I would regret it immensely in the days following. Maybe it was because I kept my guard up and around Vergil in a way different to my roommates prior? I mean, I did have my guard up - I always did - but I blushed around him, and I enjoyed his company, and we generally had a very easy, relaxed strictly friend-ship only relationship.

This, working with Vergil on something as important as my case, would not only re-establish rules and boundaries, but keep me focused and not tempted to make a fool of myself- via lots of ice cream and crying over obscene lovey-dovey movies. Urgh.

'The girl found next to her brother was seemingly positioned. Why her versus her older and younger siblings? Next to the boy, who suffocated rather than bled to death. What significance did this boy and this girl have to the murder?'

I took a generous gulp of red wine, the good stuff, 1978, and sucked my teeth some.

'Her eyes are wide, probing the theory that perhaps- other than obvious reasons- she was surprised. Did she not guess that her killer could kill her? Did she perhaps know the man? Did she walk in on the murder? What had she seen in the final moments of death?'

Vergil 'Hn'ed from beside me.

"What? Not so probable? The way I see it, there has to be some reason the killer didn't want these two to suffer. The boy was the first to die, the girl beside him, second. She has an elder and younger sister either side, and both of them were strung up from the roof by their ankles. No, wait, these things-" I poked the joint connecting my hand to my arm.

"Wrist." he informed his wine glass, taking a gulp.

"Mmmn. Yes. Wrist." I rotated my head on my neck, feeling stiff and sore. The back of my neck brushed Vergil's arm, draped across the back of the two seater casually.

"Maybe it was some sort of demonic thing?" he wondered, looking over at me. "I could ... I believe the common term is 'pull a few strings'-"

"No. Positively not. This was human, Vergil, one human being totally monstrous, but a human none the less."

"Hn." He took a graceful sip of wine.

I sighed, and sorted through the pictures some more.

"Because look, her breasts. See how they're carved up? Into a broken heart? Demons wouldn't be tacky like that; this was the work of a love ridden secret spouse." I declared, passing him the page. He took it lightly, and pointed to the parts of her shoulders that could be seen.

"What about these?" he asked indifferently. "These are cryptic. If I didn't know any better, I would say they were Christian."

I raised an eyebrow, searching for the pictures of the woman's fore arms and biceps.

"Christian? You think that demons can be Christian?"

I handed the photo to him.

He frowned.

"I said 'if I didn't know any better'. But yes. Most certainly Christian. Post Christ, and very, very rare." he murmured, tracing the symbols on his lap.

I raised my eyebrow and took another sip of wine.

"A Christian Demon?"

He looked up, frowning slightly. "You don't think we can share your God?" he queried.

I snorted. "Shouldn't demons worship the devil?"

He smirked, and patted my head. "So oblivious."

"I'm not the one who thinks that hell has two rulers hounding him for sex." I pointed out.

He chuckled sourly.

"Emily and Jacinta. Horrid women, really..."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes. So you're saying that demons aren't always bad?"

He pondered for a second, his eyes searching my lounge room. The TV was muted, there were papers everywhere, and three empty bottles of wine on the table.

"I'm saying that we have a right to God, as any living thing does." he said blandly. "Though we still remain unable to have him, as humans do."

"Explain." I prodded, sipping my wine, a little less elegantly than he did.

"Well, apart from committing sins on a regular basis," he drawled, staring at his glass as if it was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. "God fears being over ruled. Which is entirely probable in the hands of a demon. Angels are pathetic, weak creatures. They frustrate me." He mumbled morbidly, then drained his glass.

I took the last few dregs from mine and held it out to him to refill.

He did so, topping it to the top, and passed the next to empty bottle to me.

I drained whatever remained in it, and nodded him on.

"They, apart from holy water, have these," he waved a hand around, drawing sharp, jagged shapes in the air. "Things," he clarified, handing me his glass and standing up.

"And they fight like..." he jumped around some, and almost fell into my coffee table.

I laughed and set the glasses on the floor.

"And when you try to lunge at them..." He lunged an imaginary sword at me. "They counter it..." He spun around, still graceful, though the amount of alcohol we had consumed could fuel a small army for three weeks and then some.

I got up, and held my imaginary sword out at him.
"Well I am the sword champion-ness of the world!" I slurred, smirking. "So what if you do this..." I ducked and swung at his feet, toppling over and giggling some.

Vergil chuckled and helped me back to my feet.

"Hiya!" I stabbed him in the chest. "Victory is mine!"

He clutched his chest and gaped at me.

"How...could you...?"

I giggled.

"I'm sorry I stabbed you." I said, grinning.

His face turned serious. "That really wasn't very nice."

"I...I am sorry, Vergil. Don't take it offensively." I felt bad. Really bad.

He smirked and grabbed my legs, throwing me over his shoulder.

"I'm going to eat you!"

"No! Vergil, no!" I giggle-shrieked, pounding his back with my fists. "Don't eat me! Put me down, put me down!"

He laughed and did as he was told, holding onto my shoulder for support.

We helped each other to the couch, setting me against his side and taking his glass.

He swirled his drink around.

"Quite off topic."

"Indeed." I snorted, drinking my wine thoughtfully. "But you said you thought this case was a demon... I don't believe it, but I'll hear you out, if you don't try to eat me." I promised.

He smirked and patted my head again. "There's a good human."

I giggled and shifted so my legs were curled up, partly pushing against the warmth of his thigh. He didn't seem to mind, instead turning to me with a: "Have you ever seen the Da Vinci Code?"

I giggled. Sometimes Vergil surprised me. "I read the book, if that helps."

"Yes. Well." He began. He took a sip of wine, then looked up at me. "The albino, the hit man who killed the four members of the...Something or rather..."

I giggled as Vergil's face went blank, trying to recall the name. I couldn't remember either. The wine made things fuzzy like that.

"He would kill, commit a sin, and then repent to God. Endlessly, he prayed, searching for forgiveness. He was no better than half the demons I used to command, let me tell you."

"So you're telling me," I raised an eyebrow at him, in the light of the flickering television. "That this was a demonic murderer who believes in and worships God?"

He shrugged one shoulder.

"I think it's far more complicated, but yes, I think this was a succubus."

"A suckabus?"

Vergil smirked, and shook his head.

"Succ-u-bus."

"M'kay. Well, what is it?" I expected him to say something. Anything, really.

The oddest thing he could've done was point.

And where he pointed, I looked.

"Nathan!" I jumped up from my couch, papers falling everywhere, crazily littering the floor. My glasses fell off my nose, but I didn't really care.

"What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?!"

Nathan chuckled, his emerald eyes flashing.

"No worries, babe. I was here to pick you up for dinner, remember?" he asked loftily, waltzing over and sitting next to Vergil.

There is alot of sexiness in this room. Perhaps too much.

"That's all fine and dandy, but how dare you just let yourself into my apartment?"

He chuckled, and looked over at Vergil.

"Not the most smart of people, really."

Vergil shook his head, and took a sip of his wine.

"Her knowledge of this world, perhaps."

"Indeed, though she is rather sceptical, m'lord." Nathan said, grinning, stroking his chin.

My jaw dropped. I had never heard Nathan speak so...Maturely before.

"Wh...What's going on?" I tried weakly.

Vergil waved a hand to Nathan. "He is the reason your murder is so horrific."

I looked over at Nathan with wide eyes.

"You murdered the kids?"

He shook his head, and frowned. "Naw, o' course not! I love kids. They're so cute." he cooed, winking at me. "I'ma have my own some day."

I felt very faint.

"D-...Do you two know each other?"

"Yes. I ruled over Nathaniel for quite a few years."

"Yeah. You were a good boss, Boss." Nathan grinned.

I sat down. Really, there wasn't much else I could do.

"Explain." I said coldly, glaring at both the male models across from me.

"Nathaniel, whilst not being your murderer, was the reason the family was murdered. He took advantage of the woman's loneliness, you see. Nathaniel's counter part, Kaitlin, found out and was..." Vergil zoned out.

Nathan sighed.

"I couldn't help myself." he shrugged, leaning back into my chair, one leg propping up on the other. "Her scent was fantastic. And her emotions were exhilarating. Amazing really, that I got her before anything else did."

"Her scent?" I asked slowly. The light bulb flicked on. "Oh Nathan, not you too!" I groaned.

He raised an eyebrow.

"You think you're a demon?"

He laughed. "I don't think, babe. I know. And who gave you that shiner? What a beauty." he pointed to the bruise on my cheek bone.

I blushed.

He inhaled deeply, sitting in my lap in milliseconds. "I love it when you do that." he informed me, tucking my hair behind my ears.

"H-How did you-?"

"Demon, babe."

I took a very deep, shaking breath, and tried to push him away.
"Get off, Nathan."

He shifted so his thighs were either side of mine, and leaned forward, inspecting my throat.

"Did he give you that?" I heard over the pounding in my chest.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Yes. And then I kicked him in the balls. Get off."

He chuckled.

"I could go one better. I'm...hmm... Very experienced." he purred, his eyes turning a burning liquid gold.

"Your eyes just changed colour." I told him stupidly.

"Yes. They do that when I'm horny."

I blanched.

"Sorry?"

He chuckled.

"I said I'm horny, love."

I swallowed, and blushed furiously, looking away from him.

"O-Kay..."

"Can you kiss me?" he asked, innocent eyes wide and lips pouting.

"I- What? No." I snorted, pushing him away uneasily.

He sighed. "Just a little one? Pretty please?"

"No." I said firmly. "Now get off of me."

He sighed again, and shifted off me, instead sitting on the arm of my chair.

"Fine," he sighed, stroking my hair. "You always ruin all my fun."

I got up and sat beside Vergil, downing my entire glass then setting it on the table, grabbing the bottle to replace it.

"Okay," I said, leaning back into Vergil's side. I put my legs across his thighs. "Explain."

Nathan smirked and sunk into my chair.

"I can try, babe. You might be too smashed to comprehend."

"I'm not smashed." I snorted, leaning my head on Vergil's shoulder. "I'm tired."

"Well, you can sleep with me." he offered hopefully.

"I'm not tired enough to not catch the double meaning in there, Nate." I yawned.

Vergil's arm coiled around my back and played with a curl of my hair.

"Tired humans should go to sleep." he murmured against my hair. "Sleep is of the essence, madam."

"But Vergil I have a case to prepare for and all sorts of rubbish." I waved a hand around. "I don't have time to sleep."

"You have all of tomorrow. And two weeks from now." he pointed out. "Sleep."

"But I..."

"Angel," began Vergil in a warning tone. He pulled my face to his, and held it there firmly.

"Can I kiss you?" I blurted out.

He raised an eyebrow. "You want to kiss me?"

"I want to kiss you." I nodded.

For a moment, I really truly did. I wanted nothing more than to kiss Vergil Sparda's sweet looking lips.

So, gathering my courage, I did.

I was hesitant, at first, because Vergil was not responding the way he should've, and I was about to pull away, when his hand tangled in my hair and he pulled me closer.

My hands caught the front of his shirt and I smirked into his mouth, turning my head sideways to get a better angle on his lips.

"My God," I breathed, in between kisses. "I thought you might taste good," I kissed him, my fingers crawling up his sides to sit in his hair, pulling myself up into his lap. "-but this is ridiculous." My thighs were either side of him now, and I was kissing his my head bent towards him. I rubbed up against the bulge in his pants.

He drew a sharp breath through his teeth.

He pulled away, but I didn't care. I kissed down his jaw, to his throat, wanting to please him more than anything.

"Nathan." he growled, his voice vibrating against my lips. I giggled.

"But it's so much easier when she's drunk." Nathan mused. "And it's ever so much fun."

I panted, tugging at the waist line of his black track suit, groaning when he caught my wrist and shook his head.

"No, Angel."

"But I want you!" I said, giggling. "I want yo' body, body, need yo' body, body..." I started singing that stupid rap song. "You can have whatever you like..."

Nathan laughed. "She makes a cute drunk, huh, Vergil? I bet you'd like to taste her, wouldn't you?"

"No." growled Vergil defiantly. "You can't control me, pest."

My fingers on my free hand slid up and under Vergil's shirt.

"Mmm...You have the best freaking body I have ever seen." I murmured against his mouth, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. "And the most gorgeous eyes, like ice...What I wouldn't give for you to kiss me..." I moaned, rotating my hips some.

"Angel," he said firmly, catching both my wrists. "Stop. Go to sleep."

I rotated my hips some more, leaning down to kiss him again. He caught my hips and glared.

I snorted. "Unlikely."

I smiled in what I hoped was a sexy and alluring manner.

"You have the best God damn ass I have ever laid eyes on..." I pouted and put both hands behind his back, sliding downwards to prove my point.

He sighed.

Then flipped me onto my back.

I giggled when I felt him pressed into me.

"Oh, please, Vergil, do it. Do it. Do me." I wrapped my arms around his throat and kissed his unresponsive lips. "What? Wassamatter?"

"Let go, Angel." he commanded, his eyes harsh.

I did, but then put both hands under his shirt with a small smile. "Can I keep touching you?"

He sighed, frustrated, and glared over at Nathan. "Stop."

Nathan laughed. "I can't. It's not me any more. Honest, Boss."

I watched with half lidded eyes, my hands under his shirt. I could feel every ab, every detail, and his skin was burning.

"God," I breathed. "You are...divine..."

He was so soft. I couldn't get over just how soft his body really was.

"Just call her off." Vergil snarled, hands digging into my couch. "Make her stop."

"I can't. I just gave her a little push, and now she's got no control but she's awful happy, doing what she's always wanted."

"JUST DO IT!" he roared, making me flinch.

"Jeeze, scare the poor girl half to death." Nathan muttered.

I blinked back tears as Vergil glared down at me, but didn't take my hands from his skin; that would've pushed me way to far.

"Are you scared, little human?" he mumbled, looking down at me.

I shrugged. "Not really."

He paused, then his brow drew together. "Why not?" he asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "Don't I scare you?"

"A little." I confessed. "But not alot. You're just a guy who thinks that he's a demon, Vergil."

He frowned. "How can I prove my being a demon to you?"

I smirked, and leaned up on my elbows to whisper against his lips.

"You could show me." I purred. "You could strip to the very barest necessities, and show me."

I kissed his lips, then his throat, then his chest, memorising the muscle.

"Nathaniel. If you value life, you will make her stop."

I couldn't recognise the emotion in his voice, stopping my kisses and feeling his body react under my hands.

Curious, I slid them down the front of his pants, and ran a finger along his shaft.

"Oh, my..." I breathed against his throat. "You are rather big, aren't you...?"

Vergil growled something in a different language, as a shudder rolled through out his entire body.

"Um. Okay Boss, what ever you want." Nathan said uneasily.

"Hum..." I hummed under my breath and kissed his throat once more.

Then, a feeling of dirtiness pushed through my veins and I practically fell off the couch.

I looked accusingly at my hands. "I need a shower." I said bluntly, storming away to the bathroom.

The last I saw, Vergil was staring down at the place I had been previously, and Nathan was leaning back into the armchair.