H-hi...yeah i know i said sooner... but i guess i was lying sorry guys.. Well here is Ch 11... its a bit 'o.o' and i put in a stupid plot hole dang you plot holes! But i thought ti was necessary. I think this chapter could have used a little more work but i finally finished it and thought you guys would rather have it right away and would get over the stupidness that it me. LE GOODNESS this chapter is important... but as always you kind have to know what your looking for. I think i've already said this but i am confirming that Vergil and Nero will be coming in later. And for you people who wanted a Vergil story... im working on plotiness and stuff as well a bit of writing... but nothing that is good enough to look at. Thank you all for reading. I love you all to bits... you new followers PLEASE review ^ ^ you guys make me happy when i get a random new fav or follow. Yep so no here you go... let me know if my transitions are to jumpy , i may have a short chapter up within the week.

: eleven :

"Jazmin! Patty, get up. Jazmin!" A flash of icy blue, a firm grip on her arms, the warmth of a touch, the comfort of a look.

Jazmin slowly opened her eyes, the almost rhythmic throbbing of pain emanating from her shoulder. She glanced down at the offended area and sighed. The pain was slowly getting worse. The bite itself didn't look any different, well it didn't look any worse but… still the pain was becoming more substantial. But, thank god for pain pills. She had been keeping the pain to a dull throb back consuming a few more than the recommended value.

Jazmin carefully got out bed and walked over to the dresser, snatching the bottle of store bought pills. They were Dante's, she had snagged them from the down stairs bathroom which was mostly for Dante and guest… though why he thought anyone besides himself would really want to walk into that mess she was unsure. And why Dante would need pain pills she didn't know either. He was a half-demon who could sit up from a gun shot to the head. Jazmin winced at the unpleasant memory, she chest tightening for a moment with regret and guilt. But, maybe the pills were for hangovers? Dante did drink a lot… wait… could he even get a hang over? She rolled her eyes and popped open the cap, tapping out three before she downed them all with a grimace. Shaking her head a bit she returned the bottle to the desk and set about putting on more suitable clothing for the day.

She pulled a sweater over her head, thinking absently about the dream she had just been having. It had been about the attack at her house three nights before. For some reason, now all she could remember of the dream was the intense Dante had given her. While all hell had broken loose in her living room, he was still able to make her feel safe…

She sighed heavily, walking out of her room. Her socked feet thumped quietly as she came down the stairs. She paused for a moment at the bottom, holding on to the handrail when her stomach tried to come out of her throat. Whoa… what was that about? Sudden sickiness and then 'oh never mind, just kidding'? Jazmin frowned but shook off the confusion, may be it was just cause… of… something. She stepped off the last stair and into the office to find Dante staring at a very large and fancy bouquet on his desk, Charles staring at Dante. She glanced at the two of them thoughtfully as she headed fro the kitchen. Dante didn't say anything, didn't even look at her, he just stared at the flowers with a worried look on his face. She opened the fridge, leaning over a bit to look inside.

"What's that?" She asked loudly.

"It's a bouquet." He called back. Jazmin rolled her eyes at the response. Nothing really popped out at her as appealing so she stood, snagging a soda. She straitened, kicking the door shut and was suddenly dizzy. She paused for a moment before shaking her head, 'Stood up too fast…' she thought to herself and popped pen the can.

"Well I can see that. What's it for?" She asked again walking from the kitchen. She stopped by the desk hand on her hip as she inspected the flowers. Hum, lilies… her favorite. "Is it Trish' birthday or something?" She muttered taking another sip of the soda. She frowned at the can then, the drink tasted off… maybe it had gone bad, who know how long Dante had had the stuff.

"Naw, someone delivered them this morning. But who the hell would get me flower?" She set the can on the desk and glanced at Dante. He shook his head in disbelief, before running his fingers threw the sliver locks, scratching his head as if trying to remember some past lover. "May be it was the wrong address…" he muttered after a few moments and leaned over to stare at the flowers more intently.

Jazmin tilted her head to the side when a piece of paper tucked among the flowers caught her attention. She pulled it out and read the elegantly written words off the front.

"My love." She smirked and raised an eyebrow at Dante who almost grimaced. When he didn't move to take the letter from her Jazmin tore in open, pulling out the card inside. She read the first line and sighed heavily. She continued reading, walking towards the couch, pausing to smack Dante on the back of the head.

"What the hell was that?"

"Its from Nathen." She said, sitting down on the couch, with a thump.

"What?" Dante yelled, looking back to the flowers with a horrified expression on his face. Jazmin sighed again, rolling her eyes and Dante's self-centered attitude.

"Relax, they are for me."

"Oh…" He muttered, he looked back at the flowers, almost scrutinizing them before walking over and sitting in the chair next to the couch. Jazmin glanced at him and the unnecessary flare as he sat and kicked his feet up on the poor old coffee table, then thing literally sagged to the side because of the added weight. For a moment Jazmin stared at the table concerned it might break all together when her shoulder suddenly throbbed with more pain than expected. She winced for a moment till the pain faded back to a tolerable level. That was… weird… She glanced at Dante. He was leaning his head back, eyes closed so he must have not noticed her reaction. She pulled her eyes away from Dante and back to the letter, which she started reading again.

She read the letter again, and then once more. Smiling softly she went to read the letter again, but she couldn't quiet focus on the words, the letters almost seemed to fall off the paper. What was going on? It like every few minutes something new happened that she couldn't explain. She continued trying to read the letter not letting on that something was wrong saw for the growing frown of frustration.

Pain flared up from her shoulder, making her wince again, and lean away from her shoulder as if the movement would actually get her away from the ache. This pain was more intense and it lasted for far longer than was tolerable. Jazmin clenched her teeth, barely breathing for a few moments before the pain dulled back to a more bearably throb.

"How's your shoulder?" Jazmin jumped slightly, looking over to see Dante leaning forwards, watching her with a knowing expression on his face. Hesitantly, Jazmin reached over and rubbed her arm, slightly afraid the touch may bring the pain back, but it didn't and she dropped her hand after a moment.

"It's been just fine." She said with a weak smile. The room seemed as if it was spinning before her eyes. That was no good. She blinked hard a few times trying to get the world to stop moving abnormally but her attempts were futile. "Yeah its just gr-Ahh!" The suddenly wave of intense pain that flooded her mind made her feel like she was going to pass out. She ears were ringing, the room seemed to still be spinning and the edge of her vision was darkening.

Dante was abruptly on his feet, taking the two steps to be looming over her. No that he was really looking he could see the sweat on her brow. What that hell….

"What was that?"

"I… don't know… m-maybe those pills are wearing off? Ah-ha!" Jazmin said quietly, her words almost slurring together before she moaned again in pain. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back to rest on the couch like she didn't have the strength to hold it up any longer. Dante quickly pulled Jazmin's sleeve to the side, stretching the neck to show her shoulder and the bandages wrapped around it. The edges of the bandages were damp as he hurriedly ripped threw them, while still being careful to to move her arm at all.

"Shit…" Dante said under his breath when he finally relieved the wound to the air. The skin around the bite marks had become swollen and an unnatural red, but that was far from the worst of it. The tooth marks themselves had become black and oozing, puss practically filling the deep holes, the small veins that trailed away from the wound were also black making the skin close to the tooth marks a more gray color. This was so. Not. Good.

"What?" Jazmin asked breathlessly attempting to turn her head and look down at her shoulder. Dante glanced from the festering wound to Jazmin's face, which was slowly becoming wet with sweat. "bu…" she panted. "but it didn't look like that last night."

"Shit." Dante said again and pressed his hand to her head. Even with his glove on he could feel the heat coming off her skin. "You're burning up." What the hell was going on? Just moments ago she had been just fine. He had seen the bite the other day, it was not where need this, it hadn't even looked like it was even heading in this direction. This would only make since if the demon's bite had been poisonous but why the hell had it not taken affect immediately? Why was it suddenly flaring up now?

"Really? I feel cold…" She muttered, laying her head back on the couch, slowly closing her eyes before wincing slightly once again. Dante froze fro about five seconds before he stooped and scooped Jazmin into his arms, practically kicking the coffee table out of his way as he rushed towards the bathroom. He flipped on the light with his elbow, hurriedly sitting Jazmin up on the toilet lid. He then turned and practically tore the cabinet apart, throwing everything and anything that wasn't what he was searching for onto the floor.

"Peroxide! Jazmin where did you put the peroxide?" He asked when the contents of the cabinets and shelves where scattered on the floor. She didn't answer. Dante turned to her suddenly seeing that she was leaning back, practically slipping off the toilet, eyes closed. For a moment he couldn't tell if she was breathing.

"Shit, Jazmin." He kicked an object out of the way before leaning over her, gently smacking at her face. No reaction. He smacked a little harder. Jazmin started, blinking her eyes open suddenly, almost trying to pull back like Dante had awoken her form a deep sleep. For an instant, Dante's hands tighten around her face. Had her eyes just been red? She stopped blinking and stared up at him almost frightened but still very disoriented. No, they where dark gray. He must have been seeing things.

"Huh? Wha'… Oh… I ran out yesterday…" She muttered her awareness seeming to slip as if speaking required a great deal of strength. Dante cussed angrily, her face almost scolding the skin on his hands that wasn't covered with gloves. She let go of her face, flipping the shower on to full blast, in but a few moments the water blasting from the showerhead was steaming hot. He then grabbed Jazmin again, gently laying her in the shower, though careful to keep her sitting up and her in a position so that her face might not get so wet. He then ran from the bathroom, and leapt up the stares three at a time. An instant later he ripped open the locked door to the spare room, the handle being ripped from the wood door along with the locking mechanism that would have kept it shut. The room was a complete mess, practically packed from ceiling to floor with boxes of inane shit. However this did not stop the man devil, he merely crushed or threw anything in his oath, out of it. Aiming for the back of the room and the old antique roll desk, which was oddly absent of dust unlike everything else in the room. He pulled open the desk, puling out all of the drawers, pulling out and dumping most of there content onto the floor. Where was it? Where was it? He had put it away for safe keepings, not that the stupid stuff would do him any good, but stuff like that was handy to have around. He suddenly pulled out a skull that looked frighteningly like a human's skull. He growled and tossed it over his shoulder, going back to his frantic search. However, when the skull hit the ground a high tinkling sound from within it, causing Dante to freeze and looked over his shoulder. Really? He would put it in that, wouldn't he? Dante snatched up the skull, holding it up and shaking it violently till a small vile was jostled from within the skull and threw the small hole in its base. He shook the vile, trying to move back to the door, glancing at it. What? Hadn't it been like silver… not an ugly yellow color? Ah shit... but this had to be it… there wasn't anything else in that desk and… and… he gave up trying to think about it and rushed back down stairs.

The bathroom was completely filled with steam and he pulled Jazmin's limp body from the tug. She was wet from head to toe but didn't seem quiet as hot, could that have been from his desperate attempt to cool her down? Or was that because… she wasn't breathing. Dante first held his hand over her mouth desperately hoping to fell the movement of air. When he did not he dropped his head, pressing his ear desperately against her chest. Please... please, please Jazmin…He didn't hear a heart beat. Without thinking twice Dante lifted the little vile to his mouth, pulling its cork cap out with his teeth and carefully tipping the liquid into her mouth. For a moment he thought it work but then a bit of the odd yellow liquid trickled out of her mouth and down her chin. He gritted his teeth then suddenly tipped his head back, taking the rest of the liquid into his mouth. He held Jazmin's head with both hands and put his mouth to her, kissing her. After a few moments she pulled back suddenly, staring intently at her face.

"Come on… come on, come on, come on…" He pleaded quietly. He held his breath for what seem like too long. He felt his heart drop… my god… he hadn't been fast enough… He felt something run down his face, he told himself it was just a bit of water dripping on his face.

"Hhhhhha!" Dante jumped when Jazmin suddenly sucked down a breath, her entire body going ridged for a moment before relaxing again. He wrapped his arm around her, sighing heavily. She really was one to make a guy wait wasn't she? He hugged her gently, stroking her wet hair and listening to the beat of her heart.

that 'haaaaaa' is like a gasp... im no good at sounds...

anyways LOVE YOU GUYS! please review and tell me what you all think.

oh.. and yes... Jaz did just die ^ ~