Note: Surprise. I wanted to surprise you with a new update as fast as before. I'm not sure of how good this chapter is. So, if you see anything you think could be written better, please tell me and I'll do that.

DarkRiku'sGirlfriend: Well, it must have really been good, then, for it to out do Drakenguard. I didn't know you were going to do that in one of your stories. Sorry about that. And I'm sure Vergil would appreciate being let go.

Trojianmaru: Now you're being mentioned again. You'll get to see why she got some power back. Also, you'll get to see what Rona thinks of Vergil bringing her back in the next chapter. I kind of had to hurry with this one.

Okay. Please, enjoy and review. I'd like to read your opinions. On with the show.

Dante ran in with Trish and Lady following close behind. He had been told Rona hadn't made it, but that was before he heard her scream. He shoved his way through the mass of nurses, already knowing Vergil had done something that could become a grave mistake.

Lady and Trish herded the shocked nurses out of the room, giving Lady the feeling that it wasn't humans she was pushing out of the room, but sheep.

"What did you do?" Dante asked, his voice quavering ever so slightly.

"I saved her." Vergil answered simply. "It wasn't her time to die."

"You can't decide when it's her time." Dante growled. "Especially with what you might have just turned her into."

Vergil glanced at Dante coldly. "I made her stronger. It's something she always wanted." He suddenly tore the ring from Rona's neck and threw it at Dante. "She'll never be yours." He spoke. "Not while I'm a part of her."

Dante caught the ring and glared at Vergil. "You've polluted her." His voice was deep, almost beyond the ability of human ears to hear. "I'll never give up on her now."

Trish whispered for Lady to stay with Rona while she tried to talk to Dante. Lady nodded and sat on a near by chair, watching Trish force Dante to leave with her.

After finally getting Dante out of the room with her, Trish asked him, "What do you think you're doing?"

"He's putting us all in danger." Dante growled.

"That's not what I was asking."

Dante glared at her. What did it matter to her? What did she care if he was afraid of what Vergil would turn Rona into? "He's going to destroy her." He mumbled.

"You think your protecting her by starting a fight with Vergil?" Trish let out a frustrated laugh. "Or do you just hate the idea of losing to him?"

"I'd never lose to Vergil." Dante said in a low voice, his eyes locked on Trish in a death glare.

"You will, one day, Dante. You can't always win."

Maaned walked through a hall of her dream. She knew Rona would be there, she always was. It was part of their sanctuary as they slept. It was a great hall in the middle of a large garden where lilacs and roses grew and bloomed. She figured it was their version of heaven, but never tried to find out. She couldn't. If she died, Rona would die too. And vise-versa. One couldn't live without the other, even if the one who died was the weaker.

Maaned knew this, but did Rona?

"Pretending to be my sister?"

Maaned smirked, not even bothering to turn around. "We're closer than that." She answered. "I'm part of you, just as you're part of me."

Rona stood beside her. "So, my dark half wants to return to the light?" She smiled softly. "It's too late for that. I'm already dead and my daughter is born. I'm sure you know who she is. Just like you know why death is welcome to me."

"You're not dead." Maaned whispered. "Vergil kept that from happening. Or was that why you wanted him there with you?" She walked ahead of Rona, treasuring the thought that maybe Rona had purposely kept them from dying.

Rona looked to the smooth floor, it's silver veined marble returning a reflection of her face. "I thought he'd help me die." She whispered. "He knows what it's like to be tortured. I thought he would end that pain."

"Instead, he gave you more." Turning to her other half, Maaned smirked, knowing this was her chance. "I can free you of that pain."

"Yeah, by the two of us combining again. What are you planning, Maaned? I know you hate being incomplete, I do too, but I can't let you take over, even if you promised me power. It wouldn't just be us, now."

A gentle hand rested on Rona's shoulder. "With Vergil's blood, we'd be even more powerful than Sparda." Maaned whispered. "Especially with Vergil's blood."

"And you'd want the control." Rona shook her head. "I can't allow that to happen."

"Then thank Vergil for what he did when you wake up." She turned away from her tortured half. "After all, that's what he'll want."

Lady watched Vergil with Rona's baby. He almost seemed to treat her as his own daughter. Was that what he wished for?

She looked around at the white walls, an occasional painting of flowers catching her attention. She hated this place. It smelled too much of death and suffering. It wasn't something she recognized as a child. Not until her father had killed her mother. She remembered being taken to a hospital, the police having thought that maybe she had been injured in some way. But she wasn't, only her heart, her soul.

Neenah silently whimpered, bringing her attention back to Vergil and the baby. He held her so tenderly. It was an action she never would have expected. She had always seen him as a monster. The thought never occurred to her that maybe he had a heart.

She chuckled to herself. She was seeing her own kind as sheep and a demon as…what, a true father? No. More like a man with a true heart. He only seemed like a father because of how he held the child of the woman he loved. Did Rona know how he felt? Did she know why he saved her?

A silent moan drifted past Rona's lips. She was waking.

"Vergil?" She whispered as her eyes slowly opened.

It was the first time Lady had ever really seen Vergil smile. "I'm here." He whispered to her.

Rona smiled back in return and mouthed the words, "Thank you" before running her fingers over her daughter's head. "I owe you everything." She whispered to him.

Vergil shook his head. "No. Not everything. Just yourself."

Rona moved closer to him, her eyes slightly closed. "You know that can't happen. Not until this is over."

He nodded and wrapped an arm around her protectively. "Then we'll raise Neenah together." He answered.

"How are you feeling?" Lady asked, alerting Rona to her presence.

"Sore." She answered. "But I guess it's better than what could have happened."

Lady nodded and looked at Rona's daughter. She couldn't help but get the feeling Neenah wasn't just a child. She was silent, too silent for a baby.

Banith had watched Maaned leave him. He didn't know why, but didn't quite care. She was just a tool to him. She might have been part of Rona, but she wasn't her. She wasn't the one who had carried his heir. Still, he detested the thought of losing either of them. Maaned was a fighter, part demon, where as Rona was kind hearted and caring. He could find a use for both of them. But that would be after he got Rona back.

He would have his heir and the human who carried it.

Dante drove Rona and the baby home a week later. Trish and Lady had prepared Dante's room for Rona and Neenah, both having ignored Dante's arguments. They knew a bigger place wouldn't be easy to find, also that Rona wouldn't want them to move just for her. She had become so used to the place that she called it home.

Vergil had found a crib for the baby and put it together, the whole time thinking of what he would be saying to Rona. He planned on protecting Neenah from her father. Yet there was something else he wanted Rona to know.

The door opened and Rona walked in, carrying a small bundle in her arms. She smiled as she looked around the room. "I don't think I've ever seen this room clean before." She said with a smile.

"You're lucky." Dante answered as he walked in behind her. "It wasn't my idea."

"It never would have been your idea, Dante." Vergil walked to Rona and shoved Dante through the door. He noticed she had looked at him questioningly and led her to the crib. "I picked it out." He said flatly.

With a tender smile, Rona gently put Neenah in the crib. "It's perfect." She whispered. Her eyes went to the window.

A black figure crashed through the glass, coming to a stop at their feet.

Vergil pushed Rona back, immediately seeing their "guest" as a threat. He suddenly flew back and struck the far wall, falling to the floor in an unconscious heap.

Rona watched as the black figure stood, revealing a familiar face.

"You can't have her." Rona growled.

A grin twisted his lips. "She's already mine." He answered, walking to Rona slowly. He reached out and slowly caressed her cheek, narrowing his eyes when she pulled away. "You're mine as well." He growled as he roughly pulled her to him.

"I was never yours." Rona spat.

He chuckled before kissing her. "You were mine from the moment you came here." He whispered before taking the baby into his arms and jumping back through the window.

Rona screamed and ran to the window; nearly jumping out herself until Dante suddenly pulled her away.

"Let me go!" She screamed as she fought to be free of his hold. "My daughter." She fell against Dante as tears filled her eyes.

Vergil stood after hearing Rona crying and knew what had happened. With a few steps, he was standing in front of Dante and holding Rona, his eyes warning Dante of what would happen if he tried to take her from him. "We'll get him." He whispered. "He'll pay for this."

Using her growing strength, Rona pushed Vergil away. "Not soon enough." She cried. "The basterd has my daughter and all you give me is words." She turned towards the door. "If you're telling the truth about making him pay, you'll help me fight. I know where he is. He can't hide from me." She ran past Trish and Lady and stopped once she got outside. She wanted to fight him; she wanted to take back what he had stolen from her. She wanted revenge for everything.