Note: Sorry that chapter is so short. I couldn't really think of what else to put in it. The next will probably be longer. I hope this is also better than the last one but we'll see. Please review.

Banith watched from above as Rona left Virgil. He wondered how the servant half-breed of Mudus had survived. He should have been destroyed, yet here he was. He wondered what he was going with the girl, but didn't care. Perhaps he would have more to enjoy if he chose to guard her.

His eyes followed Rona as she walked back towards Devil May Cry. He remembered what his master said but was impatient. He had a job to do and he wasn't going to let time get in the way. She was alone and vulnerable. It was the perfect time to strike without Dante fighting him, or Trish.

Silently sailing down behind her, he smiled to himself, knowing this was her end. He would kill her now and gain his master's favor, something he should have had years before.

She stopped. He knew the reason. She had sensed him and was ready to fight. This would be a moment he would treasure. She would be the first. He would taste her blood on his lips, savoring every last drop. Her blood would make him stronger for when he took care of the other traitors.

"Say farewell to life, pretty." He said before launching himself at her.

Immediately, she tried to throw him back with a telekinetic blast. Nothing happened. She tried again with the same result. At the last minute, she sidestepped and watched him fly right past her.

Breaking into a run, he could hear the panic in her breathing. Something had gone wrong for her, something that gave him the advantage.

Leaping at her once again, he aimed at knocking her down. He hadn't expected that she would use a light post to swing herself around and kick him out of the air.

"Dante!" She screamed for help.

Banith knew this could be the end of himself if he tried to fight both, even worse if Trish were to join in the fight. He would not only be dead within minutes, but he would also be revealed and he couldn't have that. He needed time before he let them know his identity. He needed to be sure they were weak before he let them see his true face.

Leaping to the roof of a near by apartment building, he fled the scene only to watch as Dante held onto Rona. He had caught her running up the street and was now protectively moving her behind him. He wasn't wearing his coat or a shirt, revealing soft flesh covering muscle. It would be so easy to tear out his heart but not with Rona there. There was something about her that made him uneasy and yet gave him the sense that she was harmless. Either way, he would kill her.

Dante asked the trembling Rona what had happened. He hadn't expected her answer.

"I tried to throw him back but couldn't. I think I'm becoming human again." She took a step away from him. "Ironic, isn't it? I finally get the chance to be more than I was and I now have to go back just when I've accepted it... I can't be human again, Dante." Her glassy golden eyes drifted to his. "I can't go back." She whispered.

Trish watched a few feet away as Dante held Rona close to him. She knew that there might be no way to save them now. Dante knew she was growing weaker. He would do everything he could to keep her alive. "We should go in." Trish said, walking back the way she had come.

She could hear Rona's protests as Dante carried her like a knight with his princess. It stopped after she had realized Dante wasn't listening. After that, Trish turned to see Rona holding her arms around Dante's neck and her head leaned against his shoulder.

"She has legs, you know." Trish said.

"Yes." Dante answered. "But I didn't want to risk her staying behind and being attacked again."

"Letting her walk is going to put her in danger?"

Dante glared at her, warning her not to push the subject. "She's not sleeping with you." He spoke, is voice lowered. "She'll be safer with me."

Trish knew Dante wasn't going to let her change his mind. Not this time.

"You'll have the bed." Dante spoke to Rona. "I won't be sleeping."

"What?" Rona tried to sit up after being placed on the bed. "What are you going to do? Stay up all night watching over me?"

Dante looked away, indicating that she was right.

"I won't let you." She said. "For one thing, I talk in my sleep. That brought problems before and I'm not having a repeat."

"I won't be listening to you." Dante sat under the one window and waited for Rona to lie back down. "Go to sleep." He commanded after seeing that she wasn't going to trust him enough to sleep. "I'll see you in the morning."

"If you aren't sleeping, I'm going to Trish's room." She threatened.

He just stared at her blankly, wondering why she would give such a ridiculous threat.

"Fine." She climbed from the bed and headed for the door. "If you want to act as a guard, go ahead. Just do it outside her door. Because you won't be standing over me." She opened the door only to have Dante slamming it closed again.

"She has less of a chance protecting you than I do." Dante explained. "You'll stay in here where I can get to you if something happens."

Rona looked into his eyes, her defiant nature flaring a bright red-gold in her eyes. "You can't keep me here." She growled.

"We'll see." He answered.

She tried to leave a few more times, failing every time. After finally giving up, she watched Dante as he watched out the window. Her eyes kept trying to close while his stayed wide open throughout the night.

After realizing Rona was asleep, Dante sat on the edge of the bed and gently caressed her cheek. He wondered if her becoming a human again would mean that she had a chance to live a normal life. Even more if she would have to leave him in order to live her life. Would he be willing to let her go? Could he let her live without him now that he finally had her back? He couldn't answer these questions, not yet.