hells, bells and bitches,i'm back! Ever had one of those days when the gravity of your bed increased and sucked you into it for the better part of a five hour nap? Yeah...I'm that tired... Anyways, thanks for being patient! New couple of chapters for y'all. They may be a bit long, but I hope y'all enjoy them all the same!


Dante and Vergil

"You took your time getting back," Dante greeted his brother. "I take it she's staying here?" Dante was tinkering with his motorcycle. A few parts were laid out on the back porch, it was an old past time of his. Dante'd been working on that damn bike for two decades now, trying to 'demon' proof it. Vergil doubted his brother would ever be finished tinkering with it by the looks of things. Dante was a mess, his hands covered with grease. Somehow, Vergil wasn't surprised.

"She can't go back to her own home, the Order will be watching," Vergil replied.

"So you're dumping her here," Dante finished for him, clicking two parts together. Vergil continued to watch him work. "Why? What was the point of going to get her in the first place?" Dante glance over to Vergil. He was slightly surprised to see Vergil so annoyed. He could tell by a glance his brother didn't want to discuss it. Big surprise there.

"I'm going back," Vergil replied quietly. "They're after my head Dante. She's too weak to be on her own and I'm going to be gone for a time." Dante looked at his brother, unsurprised. There was no question as to who 'they' were.

"This isn't a babysitting clinic, Verg. If she stays, then she earns her keep. That means she learns how to slay demons. She learns about all of it: the scrolling, orbs, aura use, all of it," Dante replied gruffly. He could feel the girl's aura of resonating within his home. It was enough to make him want to wince. Aura control wasn't an easy thing to master. No wonder Vergil wanted to stash her here, a human who couldn't fight in the underworld would be impossible to conceal with an aura like that. Even suppressed as it was.

"As you wish," Vergil replied after a minute of consideration. Shrugging, Dante picked up his assembled parts and went over to the bike stored in the shed. His bike would be a beauty once it was finished.

"Are you ever going to finish?" Vergil asked distracted.

"Someday."

"You said that last time I asked," Vergil replied.

"Yeah well, you know how it goes," Dante paused for a moment, tightening bolts on a part, "How long you planning to be gone this time?"

"As long as it takes." Vergil watched Dante. The backyard was nothing more than a glorified junk yard. It was barren and filled with numerous heaps of scrap metal save for one corner were a tree stood too close to the wooden fence separating the yard and the back ally. The dirt ground was packed hard underfoot and much of the metal was too damaged from sword practice to be used for anything. Dante finished what he was doing and returned to the deck, wiping the grease from his hands onto his jeans.

"You tell her what you're planning? Where you're going? Does she even have any idea of what's happened to her?" Dante asked. "The eye is inside of her now, isn't it? Along with that crystallized blood, all of it flowing in her veins." He looked up at Vergil from the bottom step of the deck, his eyes hard and unreadable.

"Why do you bother to ask questions you already know the answer to?" Vergil replied. Dante shook his head.

"Whatever, Vergil. I don't know what she did to piss you off, but I think I like her all the more for it," Dante smirked at him suddenly. "Some one who can get under your skin and live to tell about it. Impressive."

"Someone other than you, you mean," Vergil replied dryly.

"Let's just hope you know what you're doing," Dante replied coolly, the smirk gone. "I'd hate to have to kill you a second time brother."

Lauren and Tiffany

I could smell Tiffany coming a mile away, the smell of a thousand lit candles and pine trees blazing. She must have been who Trish had called. Damn ESP and pyrokenesis to hell and back. She's pissed, especially if I can smell her in the kitchen while she's knocking on the front door. I hope Dante doesn't mind me using his back yard. I have a feeling he'd be a little upset if Tiffany burned his house down because I was in it. I closed the back door just as Trish opened up the front, talk about your classic timing. I slid down the door, closing my eyes and sighing. Man, I was too tired to do this right now, not that Tiffany was going to give me a choice in the matter.

"What are you doing?" a voice asked, slightly amused. I snapped my eyes open. Dante and Vergil were staring at me like I was insane. They don't know Tiffany the way I did. She was most likely pissed that I'd broken my promise. I told her I'd get the hell out the minute I saw anything Order related going on. So, if she knew Dante and Trish, hell she had hired them to get me in the first place, I can only assume she knows I skimped out on details. Actually that I skimped out on nearly 80 of the details. She knows I was at Silent Hill. Oh crap…she's going to freaking kill me.

"Um…well," I began, slowly. I'm not quite sure how to explain to Dante why he's going to be homeless in the next few minutes. Bad thought, it looked like the place had just undergone some serious renovations too. The door I was resting started to heat up. Shit…Tiffany…she'd found me. "Move!" I snapped, as I bolted off Dante's deck. Right as I hit the dirt ground in the junk yard, Tiffany torched Dante's back door, sending it flying into the far fence. Dammit, a dollar said he was going to make me pay for that, if he was anything like Vergil. A column of twisting flame hovered a foot above me for a couple of seconds before dissipating. Oh, she was really pissed at me this time. I got up and glared at Tiffany, dusting my clothes off. She was standing in the burnt door frame, arms crossed. Oh yeah, just by looking at her face I knew she was pissed. And still, I asked.

"You're pissed aren't you?" In response another column of fire streaked across the ground towards me. Oh crap. Twisting, I managed to get out of the way before I got third degree burns.

"What did you think you were doing?" Tiffany demanded. Flames were dancing around her. With every word she sent a fire ball hurtling towards me. It was a nifty piece of footwork avoiding them all, jump, dive, roll, spin, hit the ground, jump. This wasn't even fair. I couldn't hit back, Tiffany was pregnant. I seriously hope Josh is here….then again, that pansy probably wouldn't do anything to help me out. He has a tendency to stay out the fights between Tiffany and I after I accidentally decked him once.

"It wasn't my fault!" I shouted, dodging out of the way of another hurtling fireball.

"Bullshit!" Tiffany spat. She made me run the freaking gauntlet all the way around Dante's yard, dodging her damning fire columns and fire balls. I ran up a ramp made by metal, before back flipping. Hit the ground, get up again, I cann't do this for much longer. Dante was standing next to the shed arms crossed, watching the show. Vergil was beside him, eyebrow raised. The boneheads, I hope Tiffany hit them on accident.

"You lying little pain in my ass, you promised!" Tiffany bellowed. I narrowly avoided being burnt to death by another ground streaking fire line by performing a hand spring. It left my arm screaming in pain. I was tired, I was out of shape, I was still hungry, and my opponent could shoot fire balls at me with her brain. The odds where not stacked in my favor.

"I'm not a fucking liar!" I shouted, staggering to keep my balance. I had to get close. Tiffany's aim became less and less accurate the farther you were from her. However, I was probably the only person who knew she was terrified of being burned by the craft she wielded. If I managed to get close, she wouldn't dare use her pyro tricks on me due to the risk of burning herself. Especially not now when she was pregnant.

"The hell you're not!" My dear sister Tiffany let another fire ball fly towards me. It was now or never. I couldn't keep running around like this. Already I was getting tired and if a second pair of my shoes turned into goo I was going to scream.

"The hell I am!" I snarled. Dodging forward I swerved past one fire ball, only to hit the ground as another came flying towards me. Rising I pushed forward, gaining ground. It wasn't easy, but at the rate I was going, it only took me a few seconds to reach the deck.

"Stay away from me," Tiffany snapped, backing up as I advanced on her.

"Fuck no," I replied, quickly following her. "Not until I get my say."

"You lied," she snarled. "You promised you'd get out if you saw the Order."

"I didn't lie!" I snapped. "I didn't see the Order till they pulled me into their getto van!"
"I'm not stupid Lor!"

"Yes you are! You're stupid pregnant bitch!" I shouted. "It wasn't my fault!"

"Yes it is! You lied and you broke your promise!"

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you did!" With that she sent flames at me. Shit I was too close, they would burn me. Grinding my teeth together I blocked the flames, standing still as they rushed towards me. There was no avoiding this. It was hot, but nothing I wasn't use to by now. Grunting I went down on my knee, trying to breath. The thing about tiffany's fire trick was that the flames fed off of the oxygen around me. If she did that again, and I'd most likely end up in the ER breathing out of an oxygen mask.

"It's not my fault," I gasped, coughing. "I'd never fucking agreed to go to Silent Hill and you know it."

"Prove it," Tiffany replied coldly. A flame ball danced in her hand. I knew she wouldn't hesitate to use it. "Prove to me they didn't covert you." I stared at her, shocked. She seriously thought after fourteen plus years of running from these people I'd suddenly pull a 180 and join them? Was it possible that pregnancy could induce insanity? She seriously thought I'd join them?

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I demanded harshly, getting to my feet. Tiffany's eyes widened as she backed up. As bad as Tiffany's temper is, it's nothing compared to mine, and that's a fact. I was beyond annoyed now, I was pissed, on a level Vergil had never managed to completely goad me to. Reaching out I grabbed her wrist, squeezing it tight as I pulled her closer. Her eyes were terrified as the flame went out in her shock. "They fucking cut up my fucking skin with a rusty fucking scalpel and nailed it to a goddamn wall! In front of my fucking eyes! Chop fucking cut me up like I was a fucking piece of steak! And you think I'd thank them for that?" I hissed though my teeth, pulling her close till I could look her in the eye. I know my eyes give me away. They always do. I know she'd see I wasn't lying. Tiffany's known me too long not to be able to read my eyes. "You think I forgot what they made us do when we were five fucking years old?" I whispered to her quietly. "Do you honestly think a day goes by that I don't remember what they included us in?"

"No," Tiffany replied quietly. Her eyes were sympathetic and remorseful now. I released her wrist. The flames burning in Dante's yard began to quiet as her shoulders slumped. "I know you haven't forgotten."

"Damn strait you fucking pregnant sow," I growled. "Don't you ever fucking accuse me of that again."

"I'm sorry Lauren," Tiffany bowed her head, before looking me strait in the eye. "I was worried." Her voice was soft, and hear to hear.

"I know," I replied dryly. "I have the singed hair to prove it."

"I had to know," she replied, gently touching her stomach. "I had to know Lor and you know why." I sighed.

"Save your sob story, I'm too damn tired for it," I replied flatly as I took a seat on the porch. I don't think my legs were going to support me for much longer. Tiffany had been worried about me, hell she was the only person on earth who gave a damn what happened to me. I hadn't meant to worry her so much, but I knew she'd react before giving me a chance to explain. It kinda bothers me that she does that still. She once gave me second degree burns with her worry, it healed over fine, but the experience hadn't been particularly enjoyable. Tiffany tends to be a little bit more emotional like that. I thought for a moment, before flashing her a smile, silently letting her know everything was cool. "If you really want to make it up to though, you could make me a ham sandwich."

"I told you the Order hadn't affected her," Josh chuckled, coming up behind Tiffany. Are you kidding me? She didn't take Josh's word for it? Christ, Tiffany needs a vacation. Sighing, she finally relaxed and leaned back into Josh.
"Right," Dante commented catching our attention. He was staring at us with a dead expression, "would someone care to tell me who's paying for my new door?"