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There's a name in this chapter that's kind of hard to figure out because of how it looks. Maaned is actually pronounced Moned. Or, at least, I hope that gives you an idea of its pronunciation. Anyways, please enjoy and if there's anything that I messed up on, please let me know.

Rona's due date drew closer. And she grew more worried about what would happen to her and her child. Could she trust the doctor Dante had chosen for her? Could she trust Vergil? She could remember almost everything about her past, now. But there was one memory she couldn't reach. What did she say to Vergil the night Banith took her away? What were those few words?

She sat on a chair Dante had bought for her, a warm blanket wrapped around her and her feet hidden under it. Dante had become so careful about her, she almost felt like she was the master. As she thought of her unborn baby, the memory of the day Banith found out she was pregnant flooded her mind. She had started acting differently than before. Banith had noticed immediately and treated her so tenderly that she had almost forgotten everything he did to her. She looked into his eyes, wondering what he seemed to be searching for when a smile crept over his lips and he lifted her into his arms in a loving embrace. She could have sworn she was going to die of shock.

"I should make you my queen." He had whispered to her. She didn't know what it meant until she felt his hand settle over her stomach and his soft whisper, "We'll have a strong child."

Rona hid her face in her blanket. She wasn't sure if she wanted to smile or cry. Smile because of what she knew was going to happen. Cry, because she almost had the feeling she was betraying Banith. But she couldn't let herself think that way. Not after what he did. She couldn't forget the beatings. She couldn't forget any of it.

Lady silently walked in, watching Rona as she looked out the window. "What are you thinking about?" She calmly asked.

"The past. There was one time that Banith didn't try to hit me. It was when he found out I was pregnant. It actually scared me. I didn't know what to expect because of it." She turned her head to look at her. "But he found other ways to torment me. I had to drink blood for the baby because he thought anything else would kill it. Or at least that's what he said. I don't know if it was true."

Lady stood silent for a moment. "Have you forgiven him?"

Rona immediately glared at her. How could she ask something like that? "No. I never will. And my baby will be his doom."

"You're baby?" Lady looked at her curiously. What did she mean?

Struggling to her feet, Rona answered, "She isn't much a part of Banith. She's a part of me and a spirit that probably should have died." Could she tell her who it was?

"Why are you so sure it's a girl? You wouldn't even let the doctor tell you."

Golden eyes softened, Rona looked at Lady. "Because, I knew my first child would be a girl. It's what I promised her. I promised I would help give her life in return for the power to save Trish and…" She trailed off. Who did she think she could save?

The sound of the door stopped them from saying anything more. Vergil's entrance had kept them from thinking about the conversation entirely. He looked at them both, wondering what had happened. "I came to tell you that Dante's waiting for everyone outside."

"He knows I can't go anywhere." Rona moaned as she turned to the window. She ignored the sight of Dante in the street, standing next to a light post.

Lady sighed. "I'll go see what he wants. And I'll remind him about Rona's condition." She quickly walked out, knowing Vergil had wanted to talk to Rona. It had surprised him when she stopped being so friendly to him. But it seemed like he knew the reason why.

After Lady had left, Vergil moved to stand beside Rona. Neither of them said a word. They didn't need to. Vergil knew why she had pushed him away. She remembered who had sent Banith. She remembered he had let him take her. But she didn't know that he pledged, each day, to kill Banith for what he did. That he wanted to show her, still, that she was his life.

"If you're going to talk, talk." Rona growled, slightly.

Without hesitation, Vergil turned to her. His pale eyes focused on her face, which she soon turned away. He was curious as to why, but didn't say anything about it. "How much do you remember?" He asked even though he already knew the answer.

"Enough to know that how you're treating me now could be a trap." Her voice was without feeling. "Why are you asking?"

"I wanted to tell you that it's not going to happen again. This time, I'll kill him before he can so much as touch you."

Rona's eyes suddenly widened. Everything was covered in blood, but whose? She looked to the other side of the room. There was someone on the floor, but a bloodied sheet covered them. She couldn't tell who it was. And she was afraid to find out.

Vergil watched as Rona looked at everything with a horrified look in her eyes. What was she seeing? He wanted to know but wasn't sure if it was a good idea to interrupt.

Rona watched, with horror, as a perfect copy of her self walked through the wall. She faced her, her eyes unwavering. She seemed to be proud of something. "We made it." She whispered. "We won."

"What do you mean?" Rona asked, trying to keep her fear from showing in her voice.

The carbon copy of her seemed to grow dark as she slowly smiled. "Remember me, Rona. I am you. And you are I. What you feel, I feel. What you see, I see. What you know, I will always know." She took a step towards her, her movements even more like a cat's than Rona's ever were. "Remember my name. Maaned."

Everything slowly began to disappear, including Maaned. Rona fell to the floor and began to cry.

After seeing Rona cry, Vergil wondered even more what she had seen. He slowly knelt at her side, resting his hand on her back in an attempt to comfort her. He knew that she would pull away if he tried any more than that. But he didn't need to. As soon as Rona felt his touch, she quickly spun around and through her arms around his neck, sobbing.