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"Does she know?" Banith asked as he walked through the corridors of his safe haven.

Maaned smirked. "She knows who I am. But there's more. Something she's hiding. I don't know what." But she did. It was a secret she would keep from Banith until the end.

"I thought you knew everything she knew."

This was the moment she had waited for. "She has hidden something from me. She's still strong." Her eyes quickly examined Banith. "And your offspring has made her even stronger. Yet it has also made her vulnerable." This will be his end, she thought.

"I'm listening." Banith whispered after stopping.

He listened to Maaned's plan, every detail of it making him smile. She would be his again. The child would be the key. She could never destroy something she had carried inside her for so long. She could never kill what was a part of her.

Dante waited impatiently in the hospital waiting room. He couldn't hear Rona, but knew she was in pain. She had gone into labor that morning. No one had expected it. She almost seemed to be burning up when he had helped carry her into the car. Trish and Lady had both acted like sisters and stayed as close to her as they could, even when she had tried kicking Lady through the back window and Trish into the front seat. Dante would have found it hilarious if it weren't for the situation.

Vergil, on the other hand, paced through the hall; passing the room Rona was in. He fought the doctor and nurses about him waiting with his brother. It had gone on until he finally convinced them to at least let him be outside the door and allow Trish and Lady to be with her. He wanted to make sure she was going to be safe and they were, hopefully, enough in case she was attacked.

Neither twin was able to keep his mind off Rona. She had become more like family since they had started taking care of her. But, now, it wouldn't just be her they had to care for. It would be her child. A child they still didn't know the identity to. Not even that it was a girl.

The doctor calmly walked out, but with a worried look in his eyes. "Mister…" He looked at Vergil questioningly.

"Just call me Vergil." He answered quickly. "How is she?"

The doctor sighed. "I'm afraid something has gone wrong."

Obviously, or you wouldn't be looking at me like this, Vergil thought angrily. "What's happened?" He growled.

"She's bleeding uncontrollably. The baby is fine, but it's caused her quite some damage. She might not live past tonight."

Vergil allowed himself to collapse against the wall. "Can you do anything?" He asked silently.

The doctor shook his head. "I'm sorry." He spoke regretfully.

"I want to see her."

"She can't have any visitors. She's weak. We can't have her being active."

"Then let me at least see the baby." Vergil whispered. If he couldn't be with Rona, he would take care of her child. It was a part of Banith, but it was also a part of her. That was all that mattered to him.

"The baby is with her."

Vergil rolled his eyes and walked away. He'd find a way to get to Rona. First, he would tell Dante her condition. He knew he wouldn't take it well.

"Vergil?" Trish spoke as she walked through the hall with Lady. "Rona is asking for you."

He stopped. Would the doctor stop him? He looked back at the man who's name he hadn't even tried to learn and waited for him to say Rona should be alone.

Rolling his eyes, the doctor spoke, "All right. But not for very long."

Vergil quickly ran into the room, slowing down as soon as he had entered. His eyes immediately went to Rona. Her skin had lost its glow. It was now pale and appeared to be as healthy as paper. He knew she was dying. But could he help her?

"Vergil." She said weakly, holding her baby as close to herself as she could manage. Her golden eyes were half closed, the fire in them having nearly burned out.

"I'm here." He whispered as he walked to her.

"My daughter." She whispered triumphantly as she tried to lift the baby. "Neenah." She added as he took the child from her arms.

"She's as beautiful as her mother." He answered, gently kissing Rona's forehead. He looked at the bright red fuzz on the child's head. It was the same shade as Banith's hair. He wanted to see her eyes to see if she had Rona's gold.

Rona watched, her eyes alert for her daughter even though she was fading. "She has my eyes." She whispered. "She has my fire." Her eyes slowly closed, covering the flickering flame of her spirit.

Quickly putting the baby down, Vergil held Rona in his arms. "Rona?" He whispered, listening for her heart. It was faint, but it was still beating. "Don't leave me. Banith is still alive. We have to kill him together." Rona didn't respond, causing Vergil to suddenly lose his temper. "Come on." He growled. "You haven't given up in a fight. You can't give up on this one. You're stronger than that."

Rona's eyes remained closed.

A flash of blue light surrounded Vergil as he unleashed the demon in his blood. He wrapped his leathery wings around her, holding her as he decided on what he would do.

"I'm not going to lose you." He spoke darkly as he cut his hand with a claw and plunged it into her chest. His fingers wrapped around her heart, it's weak pulse encouraging him. He could feel his blood seep from his hand into her, hoping it would work.

It almost seemed like an eternity had passed before he felt her heart regain some of its strength. His dark eyes which at first had been filled with determination, were now filled with a sense of hope, hope that she would live.

A silent moan escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered.

Vergil secretly smiled; still holding her heart in his hand, knowing his blood was combining with hers.

"Come on." He whispered to her.

"Vergil." She breathed, lifting her head slightly. "It hurts." She whispered.

"I know." Vergil held her closer, still giving her his blood. "But you'll be alive." He whispered in her ear.

Rona nodded, all feeling coming back to her. The pain increased with each moment. Not only was it the wound Vergil had inflicted on her in order to save her, but his blood. It burned with his demon soul, yet it felt like ice while it was absorbed into her heart.

Being unable to take it any more, Rona screamed from the pain. She held onto Vergil, hoping he could make the pain end. But he couldn't. He was the cause.

Vergil withdrew his hand and returned to his human form, allowing Rona to fall back against the bed. He watched the rise and fall of her chest and knew he had saved her.

Her eyes were closed again, a peaceful sleep as her body adjusted to the devil blood. The gaping wound from his hand was now no bigger than a marble. His blood was still healing her.

Panic-stricken nurses ran in, thinking something had happened, maybe she actually had twins and was late giving birth to the second. Their fear was more for the possible twin than for the mother. All had expected her life to end soon, even Rona. Yet that wasn't what they saw. Her skin had returned to its natural color and Vergil was gently caressing her cheek. "What happened?" One of them asked.

"She had a nightmare." Vergil answered with a smirk.