Woo Hoo! Chapter 3 is up! Hope it wasn't took long for an update. I hate being left in suspense. If you like this story PLEASE read and review. All feedback is welcome! I think this will become an eventual pairing, but I'm not sure who yet. That might
change depending on my mood at the time I write it. Got a suggestion? Let me know!

Well thanks for reading..and without further ado..Chapter 3!

Trish had been up all night, waiting for Dante to come home. She was racked with guilt over the arguement they had earlier in the evening, mainly because of the horrible things she had said to him. She knew she should of followed him. Her gut told her that something was terribly wrong.

Looking at the clock over their fireplace, it read 3:45am. He was never this late. When he was, he would always call to let her know he was ok. Trish sighed and started to walk into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee, when she heard a light knock on the front door of Devil May Cry. "Thankgod he's finally home! I'm going to kill him!" she thought, and ran to the door.

When she opened it, there was no one in sight. Just as she was about to close it however, she looked down at the sidewalk. Dante was lying there, wrapped in a black coat, bloodied and beaten, his normally white hair stained with streaks of crimson. Trish gasped as she drug her partner inside, and laid him next to the fireplace. "Jesus Dante, what did you get yourself into this time..." She was cut short when she noticed a note inside the pocket of the black coat. It read "Please take care of him. He is all I have left. He has been poisoned, but the anitdote I gave him should remedy that. It will however, make him sleep for several days. Tell him when he wakes that he will never be alone again. This I promise him." The letter was unsigned and written in a beautiful script. "All I have left? What is that supposed to mean?" Trish went to the window looking out for anyone that might be there. She swore for a moment when lightning illuminated the night, that she saw the shadow of a man down the block standing under a street light.

Trish pondered over the man for several seconds, when a small moan escaped Dante's lips, snapping her back to reality.

Trish left the window and returned to his side. She looked at him for a moment wondering where all of the blood, that was now pooling on the floor was coming from. From what she could see the wounds on his chest and legs weren't that bad. That wasn't what scared her the most though. Dante's normally tanned and muscular body now looked pale and fragile. She had never seen him in this condition before, and it terrified her.

She reached down and touched her hand to his cheek. "My god Sparda, you're freezing cold." She instantly went about starting a fire next to them. After the fire had started to burn, she set about carefully stripping the soggy clothes from Dante's limp body. As she took off the black coat, she started to roll him over to take off his tattered red one. That was when she saw his back. She covered her mouth as her eyes buldged out of her head. "My God Dante...so this is where the blood is coming from."

His back was ripped into shreds of skin and muscle. In one part she could see the bone of his shoulder blade, which also had claw marks chisled into it. Trish instantly ran downstairs to Dante's armory slash library, and retrieved a large wooden box with dark engravings on it. She laid it down next to him, and creaked the top open. The box contained a medical kit that looked like everyone elses. Bandages, a needle, thick thread, and tape lined the top. But since Dante was no "everyone else", this box also contained a secret.

Trish undid a latch in the middle of the box to reveal a hidden compartment under the top tray. This layer contained vials of all different colors, several strange herbs, and what Trish was looking for. Three green , one purple, and two yellow orbs glowed brightly in the dark. "(Dammit)" She swore to herself as she saw 5 spaces that were empty. She had told Dante to restock the orbs just a few days earlier, but he had told her, with a cocky grin on his face, that he would never need them. "Don't need em' now do you, you cocky bastard?" She looked down at his pale face, which had a slightly pained look on it. "But how can I be mad at you right now though. I refuse to let you die like this." She kissed his forehead and set to work on him.

It seemed like hours later that she finally stopped stitching and bandaging. Torn fabric, pieces of thread, and blood littered the floor. Trish breathed a deep breath and wiped away some of the sweat that now covered her body. She was exhausted mentally and physically. The clock now read 6:22am. The sun was peeking in through the window blinds, and the fire had died out long ago.

Dante seemed to be in a deep slumber, and for that she was thankful. She went to the couch, and retrieved a blanket and a pillow. Covering him up, and placing the pillow under his head gently, she felt that her work was done for the moment. Just as she was about to go to sleep herself a small sound escaped Dante's lips. "Vergil..." That was all he said. It was so weak if if the TV had been on she would missed it. Trish became instantly enraged. "So thats who did this to you huh Dante. But I thought he was dead. Oh well. If he did do this to you he will pay dearly, I promise. And if he is alive, I will make him wish what he would of died all those years ago." Trish laid her head down on the pillow Dante was using, and placed her hand on his chest. "I won't let him get away with this..." With that Trish fell into a deep sleep next to Dante.

Well there you go..Chapter 3! I hope you enjoyed it...I will update this as soon as I can! Thanks for reading!