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Vergil couldn't move. I took the cake for shock factor. I was waiting for his eyes to just pop out of the socket.

"Sarla," Alice started but couldn't seem to think of anything else.

"Well, best not get too emotional. Where's that Taco Bell Vergil? You get my quisedilla?" I quickly composed myself... as best I could, which probably wasn't very well. I forced an unconvincing smile and wiped away the tears. I saw the taco bell bag laying on the coffee table in front of the couch. When I reached for it, Vergil's rough hand clasped itself around my wrist in an almost angry fashion.

"You're just going to walk in, tell me you're pregnant with tears in your eyes, then all of a sudden shrug it off? I think we deserve more than that," His perplexed surprise was revealed through his eyes.

"What more is there to say, or do? I'm pregnant, so I need to answer to my cravings," I retorted bitterly. What exactly was I supposed to say? Vergil wasn't the person you just started talking about children with. I didn't think it was even possible. He wasn't exactly one for talking about anything. We'd already established that about a month ago.

"I don't know, but I was expecting you would react differently from this," The grip he had on my wrist eased slightly, but he was reluctant to let go. I could feel the tension rising in his body. He was every bit confused as I was. He had no clue what to do, or say.

"It's not a big deal. I'm pregnant, so lets feed myself and the little guy," Unfortunately no matter how hard I tried, those pesky tears were beginning to well again.

"If it's not a big deal, then stop crying!" Since he didn't know how else to react, he was angry. Ever since I'd begun to try and label his emotions with him, anger was the only one we'd gotten to. Jealousy came after that, but that just fell in with anger. Either way, he was reacting angrily and I didn't like it.

"I'm not crying!" I yelled, but my voice cracked with the outburst of my tears and coughing.

"Yes you are, you fool!" He pulled me down on the couch and pinned me, "Now, tell me what you're really thinking! Don't just wave this off! I don't know how I'm supposed to react to this, so you need to tell me! What do you want?" The steel trap of his hands wrapped around my wrists hurt, and I winced in pain.

"Ow, you're hurting me, Vergil!"

"Then tell me what you want!"

"I don't know, dammit! It's not like I can just give up a baby who's a half demon for adoption! And I can't go get an abortion with a human doctor, whether they know devils exist or not!" I exploded. He was pushing my buttons, and he should have known not to do that! I could already feel the change in my blood. If he kept pushing me the wrong way, disaster was going to strike. Particularly on his balls!

"So you want to keep it?" He toned it down but he was making his inner turmoil flagrantly visible with his eyes. He may not have had a conscious, or emotions for that matter, but I could tell just by his eyes, that he was terrified. Whether he knew it or not, he was absolutely terrified.

"I have to. What else can I do?" I sobbed.

"This is what you want, then?" He repeated.

"This is what I want,"

He looked me over once, twice, three times, before finally relenting, and releasing me. I didn't know whether to be angry at him or scared of him. Not very often, did he lash out that way. I knew it was because of his own fear, but being around Vergil when he was like this, made me feel uncomfortable. Not the oh he's seen me naked uncomfortable, but the I don't know what he's going to do. Is he going to kill someone? uncomfortable.

Perhaps I was thinking too much into it, but either way, I was scared.

"I have to go. Eat then go back to sleep. No drinking obviously," He rose and turned to leave.

"What? I don't get a proper farewell?" I scolded.

He didn't give me some hungry smirk, or quirk of his brows. He didn't say some sarcastic remark or surprise me with his teleportation skills. He stayed silent and turned back to me, leaned over me and kissed me. He bruised my iips against his and I was caught offguard. I'd expected him to just kiss me briefly as if he didn't want to, but it felt like he was trying to take a piece of me with him. When he inserted his tongue and explored my mouth more, I knew he was scared. How else was he to release such pent up fear? He never kissed me like this unless we were both in the mood.

"Eat the ice cream before it melts further," He was already at the door before my mind could even really register that we'd stopped kissing. As scary as the kiss had been, I really wished we could have continued.

"Okay," I murmured, watching his broad back clad in that leather jacket dissapear around the door.

What was I going to do, now? At this rate, Vergil and I would never last. Obstacles just kept plowing their way into our affairs. A child was not what I really wanted at this time in my life. Perhaps it was a cruel to view my own child as a burden, but at this time in my life? How could I do this? I remembered telling my mother over and over that I wouldn't allow myself to get pregnant as a teenager.

It's just like every other teen, you say it won't happen to you because you'll use protection take birth control, whatever it is, you won't allow it to happen. Then next thing you know, you're puking your guts up in a toilet, and thinking about Taco Bell and ice cream!

Although I do like quesadillas whether I was pregnant or not.

"Sarla, are you really okay?" Alice sunk down onto the couch beside me and I put a bit of distance between us. I was never one for being close to others. Unless that person was Vergil or Dante for that matter. That was because I was comfortable with them though ... and I was fucking Vergil as of late obviously seeing as how I was prego with his child.

Any child of Vergil had to be evil. It made me think of on Grey's Anatomy when they called the one guy "Evil Spawn". Would that be my kid?

The upbringing? Would I raise some power hungry freak like his/her father? What would it look like?

It? Was I referring to my future child as an "it"? Well if it was a combination of Vergil and I then it was bound to be an "It". Technically it would be seeing as how it was to be neither human or demon but a halfbreed. Halfbreeds were "it"s, as we did not belong to a race. We were a species all of our own.

In the end I still had no clue as what I could possibly do. Or what I should do for that matter.

"I don't know anymore, Alice," All the weight of the world seemed to come crashing down as I hung my head into my hands, "Do things ever go my way anymore?"

"So you really don't want to have the thing," How lovely. "The thing". I didn't know if "it" or "thing" was a nicer way of putting it. Then again, this was Alice talking so what was I expecting? She wasn't exactly known for her manners or couthe. She had no filter was probably a better way of looking at it. However in the moment, I could only laugh at her crude words.

"Naturally I don't want to have a kid at this time in my life but I could never just give away my child, especially Vergil's child," I rubbed my temples theraputically. I scoffed, "This is the shittiest day ever. I can't even recall a time I felt this shitty," Instantly after saying that, I remembered only a month and half ago. No. This came second to finding my mother lying lifeless in her own blood after having suffered her injuries for who knew how long. Then the following days to come I had come to find my father, who not only ordered my mother's death, but was also the Demon King himself, and Vergil's goal target.

Yeah, this day definately came second to that.

"I wish I had something to say, but I'm still only fourteen, whether I'm a devil or not, I know nothing about these kinds of things,"

"It's fine, I don't expect you to say anything. You're too young to have any experience with it. Unlike me, you're actually a fullblooded demon, and you were raised as such. To devils, reproducing is just a second nature. You could get pregnant and it wouldn't matter to you or anyone. I was raised as a human. I lived as a human and worried about human things like getting pregnant really young. Perhaps the circumstances of my pregnancy are a little different from normal humans, and it's not like I won't be able to support it and give it things, it's just that I don't feel I'm ready for it. This is just not a time in my life where I can really handle something like that. I may live an adult life but I am still just a teenager. Kids were not part of my plan for some time. I only just turned eighteen two months ago," It wasn't like I expected words of support from Alice. I knew her well enough, but still, I wish I could hear something. I needed advice more than anything.

Mom! Why can't you just be here? My mind cried. I wanted my mom more than anything now. I wanted to run to her and feel her soft, gentle arms around me, and hear her kind, angel voice tell me it was going to be okay. If I had the knowledge needed to perform a resurrection, I would definately do so to her. Then again, Vergil had already told me it wouldn't work. She wouldn't be my mother. It would only be an empty shell.

Either way, I still yearned to hear her voice again.

"Sarla, maybe right now isn't exactly a time to say this, but I envy you. Not just in the sense that I wish I could carry Vergil's child, but I envy your strength. What is that saying you humans have, "Everything happens for a reason"? Obviously something is going to happen. Whether we know it's good or not, something is going to happen. You will be a part of it. You are going to give birth to grandchild of the both the Dark Knight and the Demon King himself. You will give birth to the union of the two bloodlines that have held grudge for over two thousand years. I would be honored to carry a child of such lineage and promise. Perhaps that is just the demon that I am; wanting to give birth to the strongest offspring, but if you think about it... it's maternal instinct both humans and devils have. Whether devil or human, a mother is proud to give birth to their child. A mother is proud of her child." Though I hadn't expected words of wisdom at this dark time, especially not from Alice, she surprised me beyond anything. She was fourteen but to say something so deep as that, I was touched. Maybe what she said was just off the top of her head, I didn't know, but it came from her opinion and heart, and that was something that touched me.

It was something that made me think. After thinking I was alone, looking at Alice's placid face, knowing there was something more beneath, a something that was on my side, I was filled with a form of warmth. Maybe I wasn't alone, like I thought.

Maybe, something would happen, as she said. Whether it was good or bad, something big would happen from this, and I would be a part of it.

Just maybe, I was underestimating Alice.

And ... just maybe...

...I could have this child.