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STORY THREE:

NINE LIVES

It was a bright spring morning, there was a scent of fresh baked bread and home-made strawberry jam wafting through the house. Sparda had taken Dante on a daddy and me, play date, just like he would be taking Vergil the following Saturday, and on the third Saturday he would take them both out, giving Eva a break. Not that she minded her boys she loved all three of them to distraction, but she did enjoy the breaks. Right now, she was busy in the kitchen, she knew that Vergil was watching television in the living room and she knew that there would be no destruction and havoc that would be happening if both her boys were unsupervised. But alone, they were more manageable.

"Mama?" Vergil said from the doorway.

She wiped her hands on a towel turned and smiled down at her oldest son but the smile that had started to form on her lips turned into a look of concern over the tears in her son's deep glacier blue eyes.

Dashing over she knelt and scooped her son into her arms and asked, "What's wrong honey?"

Burrowing his face in her soft lavender scented neck and sobbed, "Mama. Oh, mama it's horrible."

"What's horrible Vergil?" Eva asked as she stroked his hair.

"I…I…I was watching T.V. and…and…they were talking about a man who was doing horrible things." Vergil sobbed out.

Eva was shocked. What had her son been watching that had him so upset. She tried to think what her husband had been watching last night before he came to bed. Scooping him up in her arms she walked over to the table sat down and cuddled him closer. Picking up a napkin she wiped the tears from his cheeks, and ask softly, "Vergil Angel, what were you watching?"

Vergil hiccoughed a little and taking the napkin from his mom he wiped his nose, and folded it up and put it in his pocket. "I was watching the news mama…and they were talking about a man who was doing bad things to kitties."

Eva put her hand over mouth to cover the gasp of surprise. Dear god in heaven. What had he seen. Please don't let it have been about animal abuse. "Vergil?" She managed to get past the lump in her throat, "Vergil, I want you to tell me what this man was doing to the kitties."

"Well mama they were talking about a cat burglar. And I know that burglars steal things that don't belong to them, so that means that he was stealing cats." Vergil sobbed out. Tears spiked on his eyes lashes and he asked. His heart breaking more and more with each word, "What does he do with the cat's mama? He doesn't hurt them, does he?"

"Ohhh honey. No, he doesn't hurt the cats, I promise." Eva kissed the top of his head, "Vergil Angel, a cat burglar doesn't steal cats. But he does steal things."

"Then why do they call him a cat burglar mama?"

"Well honey, it's because of the way he or she does things. They enter areas with a great deal of stealth, and usually enter the buildings through open windows, and leave just as quietly as they came in."

She could see that her definition was processing in his facile brain. A brilliant smile greeted her, "Well that makes a lot more sense, than someone stealing cats." He looked pulled away slightly and said, "I bet you think I'm really silly, don't you?"

Eva cuddled him in and said, "No Vergil, I think you're really sweet. Now would you like a piece of fresh bread and strawberry jam." Her eyes sparkled softly, and she added, "After that we will go to the shelter and get you a kitty."

Authors note: This is a soft side of Vergil.