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Vergil finished his last sentence and looked up at Taylor as she stood and went to the spot on the ground where her pen was laying. She picked it up and held it in front of her face. The only thing aside from the clothes on her back that she still had to remember that place by. The place where she came from. It was the same, but different. It was vast and could be expanded by mere thought. That is, until she had come there. Turning back to Dante and Vergil, she rushed them and hugged the one nearest.

Vergil stiffened, and Dante grumbled with rage as she wrapped her arms around Vergil instead of himself. She tucked her arms under Vergil's, and rubbed her face against his strong chest. His heart rate flew up, and Vergil slowly became used to this new feeling of another wrapped to him. He quickly learned to love the idea of his brother being so jealous, and slowly put his arms around her, as she had him.

"It's okay. You'll be fine." Vergil said in a reassuring voice. Dante pulled his pistols out of the holsters on his red trench coat, and aimed them at Vergil in anger. Before shooting, he took note of the girl's position, and thought better of it for now. He slipped the guns away, and moved closer to the two of them.

"Thank you." Taylor said to the brother who held her so close. She tightened her grip on him before letting go and waiting for him to do the same. Reluctantly, Vergil slipped his arms back, revealing a puzzled look.

"What do you thank me for?" he asked in a baffled tone. She smiled and looked into his eyes. This left Vergil shaken, as nobody looked willingly into such cold spheres that were called the portals to his soul. She was not shaken by glares, and only laughed when he stared like looking for something in her.

"Everything." she said through laughs. Looking over at him, Taylor suddenly noticed how Dante was staring at her. He was enjoying her now that she'd confused Vergil so badly. What was there to be thanked for? Only Dante and Taylor saw it there. In time, Dante came to laugh as well. The two of them were leaning on one and other for support after they saw that Vergil was getting even more confused. His face was cross and confused, but he sat, calmly waiting until the two were calm enough for him to talk to Taylor again. It took a minute or two, but they finally caught their breath and settled into the back of the couch, still leaning back to back. Vergil breathed steady, then looked at Taylor seriously.

"I need you to tell me what you want to do." Vergil said without much hesitation. She looked at him, never breaking eye contact. It was starting to really creep him out.

"In what way?" she asked in response. Vergil was confused again for a moment, but soon saw how she meant it.

"Well, you need to tell me if you want to go back or not. As I explained earlier, you'll have to tell me if you really want to return there. After all, it is your choice. I won't hold you to anything."

"I don't know. Is there any way I can get back and forth by myself, so I wouldn't have to choose right away?" Taylor asked with a hopeful voice. Vergil looked like he knew how this could be done, but didn't want to say anything.

"Well, " he said in an unsure voice, "you'd have to be at least a half demon, which you're not. There are ways, however, of becoming one. None of which are easy for you."

"How? How can I have the option to come and go as I see fit?" she asked excitedly. Vergil seemed to grimace at the question, but saw her unwavering gaze and gave in.

"You can obtain mass amounts of demon or half demon blood, and put it into yourself through one means or the other. There are other ways, but they are far more unpleasant." Vergil looked at her, and Dante turned around to face him. She was now lying across Dante's sculpted chest and staring up at him. Vergil could see Dante's happy smile over how jealous his twin obviously was; as he stared at her and asked her questions under his breath. With a sly smile, Taylor sat up again, and looked Vergil over carefully.

"So, can I get that blood from you guys?" she asked with a hopeful look. Vergil thought about it for a second, then regrettably nodded his head. She smiled even wider, and quickly looked back and forth between the two. She was looking to see which one of the two would willingly give their blood to her first. Neither seemed very enthusiastic, but Dante caved first. He wrapped his arms around her, and waited for the punishment he knew he'd be getting for being the first to endure this torture. She leaned her head on his arm, and turned her neck in his direction. Taylor's eyes got big and sympathetic, and as she was about to bite him and break his skin to get to his blood, she fell back onto him. "I can't do it, Vergil." Taylor said in an almost pathetic voice.

"Don't be an idiot." Vergil said with almost no emotion. He stood once more and drew the Yamato from it's sheath. Putting it to Dante's upper arm, he quickly split the skin on his twin's shoulder. Taylor panicked, and licked the blood off his shoulder as fast as she could. She didn't mind it. Blood had an interesting taste to it. Dante almost hurled at the sight of a full human happily licking blood from his shoulder. Even a half demon would be understandable, but not a full human. Suddenly, the reality of what Vergil had done to him hit Dante.

"You moron! You slit my coat! Do you even know how hard this was to find!" Dante yelled in an enraged fit. Vergil laughed slightly as he saw his brother's reaction. Dante looked at Taylor, who slid off of him to allow Dante the privilege of chasing Vergil around the room. He smiled and got up, mouthing to her, 'I will repay you for this.'

"Get over here you idiot! I'm gonna kill you!" Dante yelled angrily. Taylor actually laughed slightly as Dante pulled out his guns and tried to scare Vergil into running across the room in fear. Right... that was going to happen. Pointing the Yamato at Dante, Vergil rushed forward and slashed his brother's abs. Vergil almost laughed when Taylor defended Dante before he himself did.

"Hey! Not the abs!" Taylor said in a serious voice, although in a playful manner. Vergil was about to crack into a fit of laughter when he found a response for that.

"Come now. I know you need more blood. I also know you're dying to…" He couldn't finish the sentence; Taylor shot him a venomous look that warned for him to stop before he got too far into that. She knew what Dante would do if he heard the truth put out there.

Dante, who'd been readying to fire the guns, suddenly became interested and looked over at the two of them. "Dying to what?" he asked with a curious grin. Taylor shivered at the thought of him finding out, and warned Vergil not to do it.

"Don't you tell him, Vergil!" Taylor said as she took slow steps toward him. Vergil smiled and got ready to talk to him. "Vergil!" she pleaded.

"… ehs stnaw ot teg otni ruoy stnap." Vergil said. He had the knowledge to use the demon language. He'd read many books on the subject, and spoke it fluently. Dante, though impaired to the speech of the ancient line of communication, understood it with ease. A massive grin broke his curious expression, and he lowered the guns, walking over to her.

"Aww, you could've told me. There's a quicker way to make you part demon than drinking blood, you know?" Dante said as he came to stand in front of her. She became enraged, but pretended to be fine.

As she put a hand on his chest she spoke softly to him: "I'm not stupid" She grabbed his right arm and brought it in front of her. Then, without warning, she snapped her teeth into the skin of his arm and he yelped in surprise. He felt her lick the blood from the wound and became sickened. Removing her mouth from the deep bite marks that were quickly healing over, she said something that slightly disturbed him: "Besides, I like the taste of blood."

"You know, you were definitely a vampire in another life." Dante said with distaste. She only smiled at him with a gleeful look.

"Be thankful for that. If I weren't I guess Vergil would've been unable to contact me. Right?" Taylor asked Vergil.

"Well, it would have been much more difficult. Or at least, it should have been. There's always the slim chance that you were so obsessive about our world, that it became a part of you."

"I will be a part of it, once I get enough blood." She said with gleaming eyes as she walked past Dante and over to Vergil. He was getting a kick out of this; Dante looking at him with pure venom in his eyes. He shot cold daggers into his brother's heart as he pulled Rebellion from it's sheath.

"Oh, you little…" Dante said, unable to find the right words to express his anger. He lunged at Vergil, catching him completely off guard. Rebellion plunged straight into Vergil's right shoulder, and released an uncontrolled blood flow. In another panic, Taylor quickly licked the blood from his shoulder. Suddenly, and for the first time in years, Dante felt sorry for hurting his brother.

Hey yall! I hope you like this very short chapter. It's a work-in-progress. I'll update as soon as I can, and more people need to read this stuff. Oh, I don't care it you post flames. I may or may not respond to them. Just enjoy it, whether in making fun or in actually liking it.

Mind: I'm back!

Me: Oh great.

Brain: It's you!

Mind: It is you!

Me: I see a boring conversation ahead.