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"Dante!" Rona screamed.

Virgil watched as Dante came running out of Rona's room with something in his hand.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep from waking her up?" Dante said while trying to be quiet enough to keep Rona from knowing where he was.

"Try going in earlier." Virgil suggested as he read one of Rona's books. "You might not wake her then. And how can she read this?"

"What book is it?" Dante asked.

"Some book about vampires. In the Blood, I think.

"What did you steal anyways?" He asked.

"The necklace we were talking about with her brother. I've been trying to get a closer look at it ever since but she never took it off."

"Let me see it." Virgil held out his hand for the necklace.

Dante handed it over just before Rona came in demanding for it to be returned to her.

"Aris gave it to me and I don't want to lose it. Now give it back." She spoke as she attacked Dante for the necklace.

Blocking Rona's random hits, Dante laughed as he said, "I don't have it."

"What took you so long?" He added.

"What's it matter? Where's my necklace?"

Dante nodded towards Virgil.

Rona stopped and looked at Virgil who was calmly walking towards the room she kept her swords in. She hesitated before trying to sneak up and start pounding on his back with both fists. But her plan failed as soon as she got too close to him. He suddenly spun around, grabbed her by her neck and nearly threw her against the wall. All the while keeping his pale eyes focused on the necklace. He hardly seemed to notice that Rona was trying to pummel his arm.

Dante watched with an occasional chuckle. He almost seemed proud of the fact that he wasn't the one getting hit.

"This wasn't made by humans." Virgil said. He still inspected the necklace but with more interest.

"Who else would have made it?" Rona asked. She was now kicking and only succeeded in annoying Virgil. "There isn't exactly anything else in this world except for humans. At least nothing that could make a necklace. And…I would…like…it…back." She gave one final kick before Virgil finally picked her up and threw her to Dante who gently caught her and set her back on her feet.

"Human hands were used to make it but it wasn't a human that enchanted it or designed it. The chain is proof enough. This was made by a demon." Virgil answered but seemed to be speaking to himself more than Rona.

Rona, hoping to finally get her necklace back, jumped on Virgil's back this time instead of trying to silently get close enough to him to steal back her jewelry. He merely threw the necklace back to Dante and dragged Rona off his back so he could talk to her.

Holding her hands above her head, he casually said, "I wouldn't suggest calling it a tear of some god. A god wouldn't create something that could give a human more power than himself. This was created by someone that wanted the corruption of humans to create chaos and death."

Rona stopped struggling.

"You think it was made by the devil?" She asked.

Virgil was somewhat surprised that it didn't disturb her. He had always thought of humans as weak minded and not worth the time they spent alive. But Rona seemed to face everything with curiosity and a casual bravery he had never seen in a human. She was frightened when she first saw them but that was to be expected. But afterwards she acted like it was normal to see two men fighting in her apartment and to try killing the two girls they had met at the park. Could she have adjusted so fast? He wondered.

"I think the person that made it was possessed." He answered.

"Then let's destroy it." Dante said before trying to crush it in his hand.

A sudden flash of blinding light stopped Dante from his attempt at destroying the necklace. The reason being it was no longer in his hand. He searched around until he found it safely around Rona's neck. The chain was now shorter and the crystal was glowing with its black light as before.

"We can't destroy it." Virgil whispered to Rona. "You have to be the one to do it." He let her go and awaited her decision in what to do.

"I can't." She told them. "What if destroying it kills you two? I can't kill you and I can't destroy my brother's gift."

"It has to be done." Virgil said coldly.

"It won't be." Rona answered with a voice just as cold. "I can't lose what I've always wanted now that I have it."

"Let's talk about this another time." Dante said as he led Rona away from Virgil. "You just got up and you need something to eat. What do you want?"

"I want something to drink. I'm not hungry." She answered, her eyes seeming to burn with anger as she focused on Virgil.

"I'll fix something, then." Dante muttered.

After forcing Rona to eat, Dante talked her into playing a video game with him.

"Like what? I don't have many games, especially not with multiple players. I like to work alone." She said as she searched her small collection.

"Sounds like you, Dante." Virgil said from the couch in the living room.

"How about Gauntlet: Dark Legacy." She suggested. "Then again Devil May Cry 3 can become a two player game. That is if you have the Super Dante costume and the doppelganger style. Want to try it?" Dante noticed the devilish look in her eyes, meaning she had something planned.

"Super Dante costume?" He asked with a smirk. "Fine, but I'm first player." Dante answered.

This is going to be fun. Rona thought, remembering the camera would only follow Dante. Her plan now in ruins because of Dante's insistance that he needed to be first player.

"Virgil, you going to watch?" Dante called.

"Why would I want to watch the two of you kill demons in a game? We need to talk about how we're supposed to get back." Virgil answered. He was standing in the doorway, watching Dante as he listened to Rona's instructions.

He then turned to face Virgil and said, "I don't want to leave."

Virgil became curious. He was sure Dante would have wanted to get back to his destroyed shop and try to rebuild it. But there was something that attracted Dante so much to this world. Virgil wasn't sure of what it was.

"I think life could be at least a little better here." He added after hearing no response from Virgil. "Besides, it's fun to torture Rona. I wouldn't be able to do that in our world. I want to exist, not be some character in a game."

Virgil could understand how he felt. He didn't want to go back with the knowledge that he was just a product of someone's imagination. But what else could they do?

"We might not have a choice later on, Dante." He said as he walked to the bed and sat down. "We might have to leave in order for Rona to live her own life."

"And what a life it is." She mumbled sarcastically. "I do busy work and try to write songs in the hopes that I'll become a singer. I sing in the dark with no audience but the crickets, stars and cats. How much does that sound like a life?"

"It sounds better than you being hunted down by something from your nightmares." Virgil retorted.

"That doesn't scare me." She calmly said. "I have you guys to protect me. Now let's play."

Dante smiled and turned back to the TV. Before long Dante was yelling at the game and cussing it out for letting him die. Rona sat next to him with giggles struggling to escape her throat.

"I'm glad you're enjoying this." Dante said sarcastically.

"I'm just laughing because you aren't paying attention to your life bar. You have plenty items to heal yourself." She answered while trying to keep from laughing too hard.

"And you couldn't tell me that earlier?"

"You didn't ask." She answered before doubling over laughing.

"What should we do with her, Virgil?"

Virgil looked up from the book he had returned to.

"You can come up with something just as easily as I could." Virgil answered, returning to the book. "How much of this did you read?" He asked Rona.

"All of it." She answered. "What do you think?"

"I think you need to get better books." He grumbled.

She smiled, stood up on her bed and walked towards her bookshelf. Pulling out a book she said, "Here. You'll probably like this one better."

He looked at the title and gave her a, you've-got-to-be-joking look. "Sophie's World?"

"You'll like it. It's a history of philosophy told in a way that's more interesting than in school. Not that I ever took philosophy."

"Why not?" He asked as he accepted the book and looked at the first page.

"I was too busy reading to even know what class I was in. I was also too busy learning about Greek mythology, too. Not that I remember any of it now." She picked up her controller and went back to playing Devil May Cry 3 and laughing about Dante's continual blunders in the game.

Dante knew Rona didn't think of the possibility ofhim purposely losing so she would laugh. He wanted everything to be less stressful to her since she now had to worry about the possibility of her dreams destroying the world.

After having annoyed Virgil with their constant laughs and slapping, Dante and Rona left for a walk. Neither one cared about where they were going. They were having a fun enough time with pushing each other off the sidewalk and talking about embarrassing moments.

"The most embarrassing moment for me was when I was nine. I went out to get my dad because he had a friend on the phone. I saw him standing on the sidewalk with his back to the house so I decided I was going to play a trick on him. I snuck up behind him and jumped on his back. Only when I heard him complain I realized it wasn't him. I had to apologize to our neighbor for attacking him."

Dante laughed and placed his arm over her shoulders. "You never talked to him again, did you?" He asked.

"No. And I never went out in the daytime either." She leaned against him and hid her face while she laughed about her past.

"Lets go down ghost road." She finally said after calming down.

"Okay." He answered

They listened to the crickets and frogs as they walked down the old street. Few cars passed by to interfere with their conversation.

"What did you dream about last night?" Dante asked.

Rona hesitated before saying anything about her dream.

"We were walking when we were attacked by demons. Somehow I was able to levitate and you were keeping me from fighting. Instead, you forced me to stay in the air until you could kill them all." She shook her head, thinking it was a ridiculous dream. "I guess the best thing about the dream was that I was throwing things at the demons with telekinesis." She added.

Dante suddenly stopped and held Rona back with one arm.

"If you can levitate, I'd suggest you doit now." He said before realizing he had left his sword at Rona's apartment. He instead drew his guns and watched Rona search for a place to hide. He smirked when he saw her climb up a near by tree that was big enough to crush a house if it fell.

"I guess I should have more respect for my dreams." She yelled to Dante who was being surrounded by the group of demons.

"How many did I fight?" He asked.

"Around twenty or twenty-five." She answered with an apologetic tone in her voice.

"You couldn't have made it a little easier?" He asked sarcastically.

"You've killed more than that." She answered, hoping to encourage him.

"Not in one full group." He chuckled and soon dodged the first demon to attack. Retaliating with a kick to its midriff, he soon came to recognize these demons as the first demons seen in the game. At least she chose demons less likely to tear me apart, he thought.

Rona watched the fight from her perch. She wanted so much to help him but couldn't. She watched Dante as he killed the demons one by one. She was enjoying the show but disappointed that she had no way to fight for herself.

While watching she suddenly saw a demon jump in front of her. She automatically kicked at its feet, causing the demon to fall, straddling the branch. She began to chuckle as she watched the demon fall over and onto the ground, disintegrating into a pile of sand. She looked back to Dante to find he was nowhere in sight. She suddenly became panicked about the thought of him being killed because of her dreams.

"You should have known a tree wasn't good enough to hide you."

Rona jumped and slid off the branch before being caught by Dante.

"Don't you ever do that again." She growled. "You can pull me up now."

With more strength than she expected, he nearly threw her over himself before he caught her up in his arms.

"Thanks." She smiled and asked, "How are we getting down?"

"Jumping." Dante answered before hopping off the branch.

Rona held on tight as the wind whipped through her hair. She kept her eyes open to see the branches rushing past and the ground speeding towards them. At the last moment she screwed her eyes shut and soon felt firm ground under her feet.

She began to laugh from the fright and fell to the ground because of her shaking legs.

"You are never doing that again."

Dante shrugged and leaned against the tree, his eyes focused on Rona who was watching him.

"Let's go." He said as he dragged her up from the ground and threw her over his shoulder.

She didn't struggle as she usually did. She only crossed her arms and tried not to complain. This had been her way of telling Dante she trusted him. Instead it acted as a surprise and somewhat of an embarrassment since he had grown so used to her fighting. He didn't think she would do anything else.

He carried her back to her apartment and told Virgil about the attack. The three of them soon came to the conclusion that they would have to either leave or go on patrol every night. Rona didn't want to leave, forcing the idea of patrolling to be put into action. Rona only hoped that Dante and Virgil could keep everyone safe. She forced them to both be out each night, telling them they could destroy more demons than if there was just one. The objected but knew she wouldn't have it any other way.

"One of these times," Virgil mumbled, "she's going to regret this."