A.N. Oke oke, I know it's been forever and I'm sorry for not uploading >P I have written chapters, but when I upload it just doesn't wanna keep the formatting of the chapters straight >.> All of the spacing is screwy, thats why I'm not posting the chapter before this one Anyone know how to fix that? oO; I don't even want to upload the chapter cuz its so messed up >.> I just haven't had any time to write/upload any more chapters in so long. And I have been consentrating more on my studies lately My grades suck.>.> The next chapter is almost done and should be uploaded soon!
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Oh yeah, and if anyone wants any of the mp3s to the songs that are used for titles of my fanfic then just send me and IM at my AIM screen name: TwinBGenerationX! Feel free to IM me anytime! I don't bite :3
And now to answer a couple of concerns XD
LamentoxEroico (Love ya! 3 ) I know I write Dante kinda out of character >.> But in this fic he's kinda meant to be. And you better write some more DMC fanfics soon! (especially some Vergil ones:d )I miss your writing :3
Crystie I'm a girl ;; Not a dude XD

Ok thats enough of me talking Heres Bleed Black!

Losing Heart
Bleed Black

The Forsaken One awoke. He knew not who or what he was…only that he was. His seething eyes snapped open as he took in a shuddering gasp. His chest heaved against the mahogany wood on which he was pressed against, for his lungs had not taken in air for what was hours. The desolate figure's sudden reanimation, brought on by an unknown force, had interrupted the familiar still of his frozen form. He now quivered, the remnants of shock still clinging to his body. He winced as a widening pain began to throb through his chest, like morphine tears through deadened veins. He struggled in vain to raise his battered body. Fragments of moonlight played on his now exceedingly pale skin as brief flashes of painful memories pierced through his vulnerable mind. The surprise of the sudden and excruciating images abruptly brought his stressed body back to the frigid wood flooring. The assault gradually passed and returned the figure's mind to the familiar void. With a pained sigh he lowered his burning gaze.

"There is nothing left," He thought, "Nothing left…"

And there was nothing. There was only the beating of the demon heart left in The Hunter's now tainted core. He searched with feeble hope that some other memory still clung to his torn clean mind but the attempt was useless. Only the brief, confusing and agonizing memories of the night before were called forth. There were also words… Yes, Words in different and wicked tongues seared through his consciousness as well. His lack of memory was immobilizing and he lay shaking for a few moments more.

God, I can't even remember my name…

God…was that who had forsaken him? He did not know. Setting the bleak question aside, he tried once again to stand. The nameless one moved his tattered form slowly, as if he did not know his body was his own. He thrust a taloned hand forth and it dug deeply into the soft wood of the wall adjacent to him. The material clinging to his skin was stiff from being sod with blood and crackled slightly. With a low grunt, he brought himself to his feet. His head pounded terribly from the exertion and the edges of his vision began to bleed black into his mind. He blindly stabbed out his other arm to prevent himself from collapsing and it pierced into the flesh of the wall. Still sightless, he sunk a few inches, carving deep into the wood.

Breathing deeply, he eventually gained back his vision but the gift was not granted painlessly. Through the effort, he had unlodged a clot of blood in his lungs. Without warning, he was thrown into a terrible coughing fit, spurting blood, thick rivulets of crimson seeping through the hand covering his mouth. Unable to breathe, the nameless one nearly blacked out again. But gone as quickly as it had come, the convulsion ceased. The air the being desperately sought flowed freely back into his lungs and his body once began to shake. He slowly pulled away his soaked hand and stared at it in sharp questioning. The blood streaming down his arm was scarlet. The blood pooled in his hand was a metallic black, tinted with deep red.

What…?

Without contemplation, the nameless one deeply dragged his ebony talons across his wrist. The liquid coming to the surface of the gash was at first a familiar crimson, then darkening to black. After flushing itself of the scarlet blood, the wound abruptly healed, the skin reverting perfectly to its previous state.

He was bleeding black. He knew what it meant. He wished he did not. His now endless knowledge Hell had provided the answer. A devil of highest bloodline and power. Blood that was as holy to demons as the Christ's blood was to the Christians. And it was his.

The being aggressively shook the thought from his mind and slowly turned his head to gaze about the room.

The room held a vague familiarity to him but none of its contents called anything forth. He expected that there were countless memories held within the room's aging walls but none lingered in his bare mind. Slowly, he unsteadily began to move his shaking body to the opposite end of the room, looking for anything that could bare his ravaged mind a memory. His feet dragged slightly while he struggled to keep balance. Upon reaching the side of the room that had been shrouded in darkness before, the man pressed his hands against what was now visible.

The being gazed upwards at an intricately painted portrait. The thick, textured paint was cool against his clawed fingertips. The painting towered above the man as he stared at the two depicted on the canvas.

They were twins.The similarities between them were striking. One was clad in a brilliant scarlet cloak while the other was clothed in a scholarly,blue coat. Though they seemed to be of opposites, their physical appearances were extremely similar, even their piercing sapphire eyes held the same powerful gleam. The one dressed in crimson wore a pleased and confident expression with a satisfied smirk playing on his mouth. He stood proudly with his back against his brother's. Then the being viewing the painting of grandeur was fascinated with thetwin clad in blue...He was a little different from the other. His hair was unlike his brother's, slicked back. And his smile. That was very different. It was small and full of kindness and the expression he held reflected it. The Forsaken One turned his head slightly to the side in confusion.
"…Vergil?" the man questioned quietly.
And with that word, a scream of agony was wrenched forth from Dante as he felt the flesh of his back tear and a pair wings being thrust through his skin.
And once again, the kind Darkness stole his conciseness.

(…Like morphine cuts through deadened veins, I'm numbing in these days)

(So...)

(If you listen) Listen, listen

(Listen close) Beat by beat

(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces

(When it broke) And ground them all to dust

(I know I died that night, it can never be brought back to life)

(Once again)

(I know…)

(I know)

(I Died)

(That night)

(And I'll Never Be Brought Back To Life)

(Once Again)

(I know...)

Devil May Cry - Losing Heart - Bleed Black

A.N. That's it! The next chapter, 'Dreaming' should be out within the next week! Reviews make me write faster :D If you have any questions, feel free to ask! R+R please!