NOTE: Still don't have any more reviews.:( But, I shant despair! I'm sure everyone's just taking their sweet time getting here. Pretty sure...-.-

Brain: You're only fooling yourself.

Me: But, scince you're my brain, I'm fooling you too.

Brain: o.o?

Ignore the annoying pink blob that is the brain... NO NOT THE ONE FROM ARTHUR! My brain! Gosh...

Brain: o.o?

Me: That's right. Just shut up.

Now then, on with the story!

Brain: Blarghel brugel breakin brakken!

Me: o.o?

Disclamer: Did I own DMC yesterday?... Right, no. I'm pretty sure I didn't become an executive over night. Pretty sure. o.

Vergil awoke with a start. Sweat poured down his face in great amounts as he found himself back in the real world. Once more, his short time to sleep each week had sent him whirlling into a vast nightmarish world, where strange things constantly happened. He wiped his forehead with his left wrist and stood up, pushing the sheet layed over him to the side. Vergil could feel the stress leaving him as he became more and more alert. "Huh,... ironic." he grumbled with a half-laugh. Ironic that sleep should send him into such a state of parinioa, while being awake made him feel peaceful. With a few sharp movements, he grabbed his sword and left the room. His hair hung loosely over his face. Though it bothered him, he was out of gel, and it hadn't rained in a good week or two. Therefore, unless he wanted his hair to be stained red by blood, he'd have to tollerate this until further notice.

He swayed unsteadily as he walked down the long hallway. Could a dream, a mere dream, be enough to drain him of so much energy? It didn't seem possible. Looking down, he suddenly noticed the trail of blood he was leaving. What? That had happened in his dream. This was real life. He must have been cut on a stray piece of metal or glass. Nothing more. He shook the thoughts from his mind and countinued down the halls of marble, debris linning the edges of the way. As he walked, he came back to terms with himself. Vergil shoved the thoughts out of his mind completely, coming to a large elevator. Stepping on, he was inraged to see that the lever that worked it was broken. He was still short on power, and he had to use Devil Trigger to fly to the top of this huge ledge? His eyes flashed electric blue as Vergil jumped to the upper levels with ease.

"I don't need Devil Trigger for a man's tasks." Vergil said aloud to nobody but himself.

It took Vergil a good half-hour to walk to the top of the tower, jumping into Devil Trigger to reach higher ledges when needed. Slowly approaching the cliff where Arkham leaned, looking down at God knows what, he said one thing: "Well?"

"Hahah,... Yes. Your reqeust was filled by today, just as you asked." Arkham laughed evily. He looked over the ledge with no remorse in his eyes or heart. He'd done it. He'd killed his own daughter. So he'd killed another family member, big whoop.

"Excelent." Vergil sneered in an extra cold tone. Coming close to the crumbling area of the Temen-ni-gru's sides, Vergil too looked down to see a fairly fresh running blood stain. Finally, that cursid girl was put to rest. "And, " Vergil added venomously, "about time. I was begining to tire of her annoying antics... What's wrong Arkham? Going soft? Do you miss your precious little girl?" Arkham shot him a sharp look, daggers showing through in his eyes. Vergil could see the distaste in him towards the statement burning strong. Arkham spat.

"Yur, ungrateful child. She never even thanked me for her namesake." Vergil stepped closer to a pile of rubble, and jumped on top of it. His sharp sight was like an eagle's. He was able to see down to the bottom of Temen-ni-gru with ease, and spotted Dante walking with Triata. His eyes widened, and he turned with refined reflexs back to face Arkham. "Send more Vanguards after my brother. I want you to draw him here. I don't care how long it takes you!" Vergil said in a slightly paniced tone. Arkham nodded, and a huge rift appeared behind him. Two Vanguards stood there with massive sythes in-hand.

"Go." Arkham said simply. The Vanguards shrieked and bounded away in clouds of black dust. Vergil shook with a feeling of acomplishment. 'When did we last meet, brother?' Vergil thought. He stood from where he'd been crouching in the pile of rocks and metal. Turning in a sudden fit of rage, he said one thing to Arkham as he walked by: "If they somehow get to you before I come back,... Kill Dante. Spare the girl." Arkham looked at him quizically, but asked no qeustions. He just nodded a silent yes, and took to watching the Vanguards' path.

Vergil stormed down the paths leading back to what he'd addopted as his room. Anything in his way was destroyed by his angry form. 'That tradder. First, he tries to kill me, then he... I will impale him.' Vergil thought as he trudged down the tower's spiral shapped floors. He began to race forward and cut statues in the hallway to ribbons as he passed them. He pretended each of them was Dante or Lady,... or worse. Half-way to the floor he wanted, Vergil charged his power to full and broke the floor below himself. It cracked flawlessly, and fell downward crushing any demons or other objects below that level. Hopping off the stone at the right area, Vergil landed several feet from his own door. Though he was in such a fit he wanted to kick the door to splinters, he swung it inward calmly so that it would be there if he ever needed it again.

The inside was dark and black. Vergil could see perfectly fine though, and stepped inside, closing the door behind himself. "Where are you?" Vergil asked the thick darkness. But, the room remained as silent as it was black and cold. Cold like him. Lifeless, like his heart. His eyes fell upon his bed. He was hessitant about it. Going back to sleep. It was a nightmare last time. All the same, he needed answers. His dreams were the only things that helped him. "Kill me now why don't you?" Vergil asked dryly. He climbed into bed, pulling the sheet back over himself and layed his sword on the floor beside the bed. "Elen kah nayheman Phrotreiat semayze lowe Blon-thehaken Sayhez bray." Vergil whispered. He countinued to mutter this phrase until he felt something surround him. A green glow appeared in front of his eyes, which he closed and began to fall into a deep sleep following this action.

"Welcome back, Vergil. I thought that you'd left me. Then again, I didn't expect to see you so soon." a voice echoed through his mind. Vergil stood calm, though he could feel himself sweating. Such an erie tone for any voice to have...

Vergil took a catious step forward. "I don't have time for your antics. Just answer my qeustions." Vergil snapped.

"Oooh, so angry. No, no, no silly demon. I can't just tell you what you want to know! You have to die! That's the point after all, isn't it?"

"No. You've told me things before. Why not now!"

"Hmmm,... Because I don't feel like it, that's why! Heeheehahahahahaaah!" The voice countinued it's twisted series of laughs. Even when it stopped, it's sound still echod through the virtually empty space between the non-existant walls of the room. Then, the creepy little sound of the cheerful voice spoke again. "Awww, why so glum chum? Don't you enjoy our time together? The games we play?"

"Quite frankly, no. I come here for information and nothing more. I need it now more then ever. So cough it up you clown!" Vergil hissed with great displeasure. The voice became an angry tone, yelling with a rage: "Fine! Be like that! It'll only get you killed! Hahahahahahahahah!" Vergil's eyes widened with fear, and he backed away from a side of the room that lit-up with a bright glow. Vergil went for his sword, but to his panic and horror, found it was gone. He tried to see what was coming at him, but found his hair getting in his way. 'Uh, how the hell does Dante deal with this?' Vergil thought exasperatedly. After trying about five times to blow it out of his face, he became frustrated and bit himself. Blood flowed down his arm, the mark already begining to heal over. He wipped the blood off of his arm, and slicked his hair back with it. It stained the beautiful white a reddish-pink color, but it got the stray strands out of his face. Suddenly, he wished he hadn't gone to sleep.

A huge army of Vanguards stood before him, Beowoulf at their head. "Sparda!" Beowoulf screamed. The entire army went back in a roar. They all charged forward with the massive grey creature at the front, stampeding towards Vergil very, very fast. 'Too easy...' Vergil thought, trying not to lowwer his own confidance. He did, however, see some good in this. If he could kill Beowoulf, he could get quite the helpful power... "Die! Die! Die!" the voice echoed. Vergil was startled by this, and suddenly flew backwards seventy feet. Beowoulf roared with triumph, racing after Vergil as he cut through the air at an incredible speed. Spinning, Vergil managed to land on his feet, but couldn't maintain his grip on the floor and fell forward. He slamed down onto his chest, and the wind was knocked out of him. Beowoulf stood above him, claws raised high above Vergil. Three of the numerous Vanguards appeared behind him, and Vergil struggled to find a way out...

"Stupid half-breed!" Time suddenly stoped, and everything became inverted. At this, Vergil teleported out of the way of the attacks that he still thought were coming. Though he was successful, he realized that nothing was moving, and turned in time to see the Vanguards and Beowoulf dissapate. "Can't you even fight without a weapon? You are absolutly pathetic! Yahahahahah!"

"Ah... Where are you! Tell me what I want to know!" Vergil snapped, becoming less and less like himself in this nightmare. Vergil stepped forward, but as soon as he did so, the ground and the rest of the endless room formed cracks with light pouring though them. The pieces of the darkness fell apart and showed a place that at first glance would seem like Heaven. "No... NO!"

Vergil qauked and fell to his knees. The Nelo Angelo suit formed around him, then dissapeared. It flipped on and off of his form, causing him to grip his head in pain from the abrupt changes in his biological make-up. "Ahhhhhhhh!" Vergil could barely contain himself any more. "St-- sto-ooo----- STOP!" Vergil exploded with rage. The suit consumed him. He had no idea what it was, but it looked fairly close to a design he'd had in his mind for something... But it had slipped his thoughts... What had it been!

Blue electricity engulfed his outline, and he roared in sudden shock as he entered Devil Trigger and broke the armour to pieces. He swayed, his vision blured and unsteady. Looking straight ahead, he swore that he saw a future image of Dante. He wore a different coat and instead of walking around shirtless, had an odd vest on and red pants made of another material aside from leather. His hair was slightly parted in the front between his eyes across his forehead. But, what interested him most, was the sword Dante carried in his right hand: the Sparda.

Vergil's eyes bulged out, and he saw something or someone standing beside Dante, holding something. Then, he blacked out and hit the floor hard...

"What's wrong? Oh, I never told you what you wanted to know, did I? Hahahahm... OK. I'll tell you something you need to know. Yes. It was her. He's looking for you, you know. She's not doing anything yet... yet. Just realize this: Tied to you she may be, but there are a few ways to break that nasty little curse... Oops, I've said too much. You have to go now, but don't worry. I'll still be here next time... and the next time... and all the times after that! Yahahahahahah!" The voice began to echo it's evil laugh once more, and Vergil began to fade away from the horror and pain.

"Wai-t--wait." Vergil said, trying to ask one last qeustion. But, the voice countinued to laugh and fade, as Vergil slowly came back to cnceiousness...

Vergil woke with a start. The sweat once more poured down his face, and he wiped his forehead with his left wrist. He shot up in bed and the green glow around him shattered as if it was a thin sheet of easily breakable glass. He looked tot he floor to see to it that his sword was still there. It lyed there as it once had. With swirling thoughts, he remembered the last things he'd heard. Laughter... answers. He jumped out of his bed, tripping over the sheets that he'd forgotten about. After cursing 'those damn sheets', Vergil slicced them apart with his sword and rushed out of the room. He'd forgotten to take off his jacket and boots again, so he was still wearing them. Jumping ditches in the floor and racing downwards, he rushed towards the many basements of the Temen-ni-gru. 'I must find it. I have to!' Vergil thought...

Well, what did you think? I'm sorry if the first and second halves seem a littl different, but I did the two of them on different days. You can only write at certain hours durring the night sometimes, ya know? I forgot to mention before, that I was considering flipping in between Dante and Vergil sometimes. and as you may be able to see, I have decided I like that idea. Yes, I will switch between Vergil and Dante's experiances sometimes, and most will be Dante and Triata sides, because Vergil is good to write about, but sometimes bores me. Vergil will eventually meet with Dante and Triata, but I want to try and make this a long fic. I hope more people actually REVIEW sometime. I get better motivation when people MOTIVATE me with reviews, good or bad.

Brain: OK, I'm back. Now then, I'd like to inform you once more: NOBODY CARES!

Me: BE QIUET!

Brain: Supercalifragilisticexpealadocious

Me: You spelled that wrong, you moron!

Brain: Or did I?

Me: Grrrrrr...( hits self in head causing pain to Brain)

Brain: Ha! And again HA! And HA! some more! You just hurt yourself too!

Me: (Cursing under breath at Brain)

OK. This is Brain. The moron who wrote this fic is currently bashing their skull in, trying to hurt me... OW!... Anyway, I would just like to say... give comments. This idiot is driving me insane! And remember, cruelty to brains is ilegal and unethical.

Me:( An idea clicks in my head) Ow, my brain.

Brain: Oh God no! ( yells in pain) She's found my only weakness! The words, Ow and my and brain in the same scentance!

OK. 'Tis me! I'm back... please, just enjoy and R&R. 0.0