Note: I know I said I was going to wait but I couldn't. My mind almost immediately began planning out the next chapter as soon as I had said that. So, I hope you like this chapter too.

magusanubis: Thanks for the warning and I hope that your internet problem will be fixed soon.

Bustahead: I know I said I'd wait for you to catch up but I'm getting too many ideas now to slow down on my writing. I hope you can catch up very soon so you don't get confused much more. Although I doubt you would with how far you are in the story.

BloodyDemonEmpress: Thank you. I'll try to keep the good chapters coming.

Please, enjoy the chapter and review when you can or choose.

A few days after Rona had last seen Virgil, Dante and Trish were called to take care of a situation in an old church in Romania. Dante had forbidden Rona to go because she would be in too much danger, something she resented fully. This had started an argument between the two about the reason why.

"You're not going." Dante growled.

Rona, knowing that she could be making a deadly mistake, answered, "Why? Because you like knowing that I'm here waiting for you to return?"

"That isn't what this is about." Dante spun on her. "You know that there will be demons. I don't want you getting hurt."

"Why?" Rona stood her ground, waiting for Dante's reply.

"Because you're human." He answered. "If you're hit, it's over. You won't heal. They will kill you."

"You didn't worry about that when you worked with Lady." She retorted.

Dante slumped his shoulders. Rona's arguing was becoming tiring to him. "That was different." He reasoned. "Lady had experience."

"So do I." Rona wasn't going to give up.

"From when you were a demon. You aren't any more."

Rona paused this time.

"Look." Dante placed his hands on her shoulders. "It won't be for very long. We'll be back in a few days."

"I won't be here." She spoke in a low voice.

"Yes you will."

"I can't just sit here while you and Trish are out fighting. If you're going to treat me like a helpless human, I'm leaving and I won't be coming back." She looked into his eyes, revealing how serious she was.

Dante thought. "How about this. If you stay, I'll bring something back for you."

"What? A demon's head?" Rona tried to walk away but was forced to stay in one place.

"No. You're too good for a demon head. I'll surprise you with something you'll like." He lowered his head to look her in the eye. "Deal?"

Rona rolled her eyes. "It'll be a demon head, won't it?" She joked but was too serious for it to sound like one. "I'll give it a try. But if you leave me here like ever again, I'm gone. You'll never see me again, got it?"

"Yeah." He examined her fingers and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "We'll be back in at least two days. And I'll have a gift for you."

"I can't wait." She grumbled.

She watched Dante and Trish walk out, noticing that Dante looked back at her. She was about to go back to the room she had been sharing with Dante (without Trish knowing) when she heard the door open. She turned to see Dante coming towards her with a pair of pistols. "In case you're attacked." He explained. "Do you remember what I taught you?"

"Of course. Don't worry." She answered, taking the guns from Dante and smiling up at him. "Thank you for at least giving me something to protect myself with."

Dante smiled back and rushed out, leaving Rona to look at the two black pistols and wonder why he hadn't given her any weapons before.

Trish waited for Dante on the bike. "You're bribing her now?" She asked when he came back out.

"I was planning on getting her something anyways." Dante answered. "I just thought I'd make it even more worthwhile." He climbed on the bike and soon drove off with Trish struggling to hold onto him.

Rona walked through the empty halls. It was so different without Dante there, too different. She wondered if it was because she was used to hearing his voice or if she missed him already. Either way, she was now alone to think and she didn't want to. She wanted to be out living, not hidden away from the danger she couldn't avoid.

With all the thoughts running through her mind, she unexpectedly ran into a latter hanging down through the ceiling. "If this is Dante's doing, he's going to pay." She growled to herself while rubbing her bruised foot. It didn't take long for curiosity to engulf her mind. She was soon climbing the latter to find that it led to the roof. The sun was setting and she hadn't seen the sunset since she had left her world.

With eyes focused on the gold and orange display over the horizon, Rona thought of what Dante was planning on doing the next time he had to leave. Would he buy her another gift or would he think of something better? Did it even matter? She wanted to fight beside him, not be protected from everything by him. She wanted to prove that she was strong enough to be a part of Devil May Cry. But was that possible now that she was human? Could she fight demons and survive?

The feeling of someone watching her suddenly brought her attention back from her questions. "You're coming to me now?" She asked.

"I did the first time, remember?" A voice answered back.

Rona jumped and turned, impulsively aiming one of the pistols. She nearly pulled the trigger until she realized who it was. "Devon? What are you doing here?"

His hands upraised, he nervously spoke. "I saw you on the roof. I didn't think you were so obsessed with being alone." He pointed at the gun with a shaking hand.

Realizing she was practically threatening his life unintentionally, Rona put the gun down and answered, "Sorry about that. I didn't think about what I was doing."

Devon put his hands down and cautiously approached her. "I'm sorry I startled you. Who did you think I was? Your roommate?"

She smiled. "No. He's gone." She looked back at the now darkening sky. What was once orange was becoming a red-purple fading into midnight blue. "I guess I just hoped it would be someone else."

"Who?" Devon leaned closer to her, anxiously waiting for the answer.

"It doesn't matter. How did you get up here, anyway?" She looked at him curiously.

"There's a ladder on the back of the house."

Rona nodded, not really sure if she could trust his word or not.

Both looked at the darkening sky. Rona wished it were someone else she was sitting next to but didn't know who. The only person she could think of that would was Virgil. He used to watch the sunset every day with her. They would talk about their dreams, a strange thing to hear Virgil talk about, or they would just sit side-by-side and watch the sky until they were too tired to care any more about the stars. Every once in a while, Dante would join. He either had to be talking or twirling one of his pistols. Virgil had always tried not to throw him off the roof or hill that they sat on but finally had enough the last time Dante had watched with them. He had grabbed him by his hair and flung him off the roof, yelling that he either had to learn to be quiet or he wasn't going to sit with them any more. Rona had laughed but also went to make sure Dante wasn't hurt. He wasn't, of course, but he appreciated the concern.

"What are you thinking about?"

Rona was suddenly torn from her memory and back into what was now her reality. "What?" She asked.

"I said, what are you thinking about?" Devon asked again.

"Nothing." She looked down at the concrete below. It was so far down. Was it a good idea to be sitting so close to the edge with Devon near her? Trish's warning had come back to her for no reason she could see.

"Do you want me to leave?" He asked.

"I don't know." She whispered. She soon laid her head on his shoulder, pretending it was either Dante or Virgil. His hand suddenly touched her shoulder, a touch she didn't recognize. She pulled away and quickly said, "I should be going to bed." She nearly ran to the door to the roof, wanting to get away from him as soon as possible.

After climbing into bed, she began to wish she wasn't alone. But she was. Virgil wouldn't have come to her and Dante was gone, fighting demons. She wondered if he was thinking of her as he fought. Or was he so focused on the kill that nothing else entered his mind? Or did he think of Virgil? Did he think of how he had thought he had killed his brother? Did he know he was still alive? Did he want to know if he was alive? Or did his past memories of him trying to gain Sparda's power poison his memories of his brother that made him love him?

Rona fell asleep, the sound of the window opening being too silent for her to hear.

Banith now knew why his master wanted revenge. The girl, she was precious. But how precious was she to a demon? He could see how a human might think she was worth something, but not a demon.

He paced the city streets, thinking of how he could make his master proud. This was still his top concern. He now knew who his master was and had even more respect for him. After all, he was one that was never supposed to have so much power but did. He was demon and yet could be even worse. He was Banith's master and he would not be failed.

The next morning, Rona woke to find an arm wrapped around her waist. She tensed. Who could have come in without waking her? She looked over her shoulder to see white hair pushed back, revealing closed eyes that seemed troubled and yet calm. She recognized the face. It was Virgil. She watched as his eyes twitched, he was dreaming.

Carefully turning to face him and watch him sleep, she noticed that it wasn't a calm sleep. There was something troubling him and it only came to his attention while he slept.

She gently brushed a stray strand of hair behind his ear, hoping he wouldn't wake and break her neck. His only reaction was a strange whimper and a soft whisper.

Rona moved closer, hoping he would say it again.

Virgil immediately woke and rolled off the bed. She only saw a flash of blue and black as he jumped through the open window and out into the street, the dream having disappeared from his mind as he had disappeared from her sight.

She looked at the open window and thought of what he could have been dreaming about. The obvious answer would have been hell, but the whisper. She still wanted to know what he had said in his sleep but had no way to find out. She would have to see if he came back the second night.

The day passed slowly with nothing for her to do. She was beginning to wonder if Dante was this bored when Trish left or if he was at least able to find some way of entertaining himself.

When night came, Rona climbed into bed and waited for Virgil to come back.

"I didn't think you'd be waiting for me this time."

Rona looked to the door, the shadows seemed to move until she realized it was Virgil. "I can't sleep alone any more." She answered, not really knowing what it had to do with what he had said.

"He's done his best to protect you." Virgil walked to the opposite side of the bed that Rona was on. "But he can't protect you in your dreams."

"What are you talking about?" Rona was about to climb out of bed until Virgil motioned for her to lie back down.

He sat down and kicked off his boots before lying next to her. "You've been having dreams of being attacked by a powerful demon." He whispered, turning Rona away from him and pulling her close. "Do you know who that demon is?"

She thought of the dream she had before arriving. The same dream had been returning to her each night but with a different demon. There were two she saw, on being Virgil. She didn't recognize the other. "You." She answered.

Virgil gave a deep-throated laugh. "I am one." He whispered before kissing the back of her neck.

"Why?" She asked, hoping he would tell her the reason why he would want to kill her.

"You kept me from showing you how I felt." He answered. "You sent me into hell instead of letting me be with you. Didn't you know what would be waiting for me? Didn't you know where I would be?"

Rona closed her eyes. Had it been her fault?

"Sleep." He commanded. "You don't need to be concerned with me trying to kill you while you rest."

"And when I wake up?"

"You'll be back with your dark knight. You'll be with Dante."

Rona slept uneasily, her heart pounding with the fear that Virgil would kill her without a fair warning. But then nothing was ever fair, why should he be?

She awoke in the morning, Virgil was gone and she was still alive, as he had said. Dante was sitting on the edge of the bed with a small, black velvet box sitting on the bed in front of him.

"Your gift." He whispered before leaning down and tenderly kissing her lips.

She didn't pull away, surprising him beyond words. "What is it?" She asked.

"Open it."

She picked up the box, suddenly afraid of what it could be. Her hands hesitated to lift the lid but did. Inside was a thin-banded gold ring with a single small diamond. Her jaw dropped, her mind going blank.

"Will you marry me?" Dante asked hopefully.

Note: Yes, another cliff hanger. What do you think her answer will be? You don't have to answer this question but you can if you want. I'll put the next chapter up soon.