Finally, after making you all wait so very long, we have updated this story. sorry for the long wait but we kind of got a little side tracked by other things such as school, work, more school and the occasional occasion of fun stuff. Thanks for being so paitent.

Chapter 2

The group of four made it safely back to Devil May Cry, and Vergil and Dante retreated to their rooms leaving the sisters alone for a while. Ebony sat down on a couch and leaned back, letting out a heavy sigh as she stretched her limbs. Ivory let her curiosity motivate her, so she walked around the room to investigate their new home. Her fingers ran over the spines of books, the red leather of the couch and finally something silver caught her attention. Moving forward, she found an odd looking sword sitting on a stand. She carefully traced the intricate wings and the dragonhead of the sword. There was a tug on her senses. It was a familiar siren's call. A vision was trying to take hold.

"What are you doing?" a harsh voice demanded snapping her out of her almost invoked trance.

Her finger slipped from the wing to the blade as she jerked, cutting her finger slightly. Wincing, she stuck her finger in her mouth to try and stop the bleeding. Looking up with her finger still in her mouth her eyes met that of the ice brother. She backed up warily. The one called Vergil made her nervous. Her sister must have sensed her twin's unease so she leapt up and stood in front of her sister flames blazing in her eyes.

"She was just looking around," she snapped. "There's no crime in that."

"Don't touch that sword again do you hear me?" he growled.

"It's just a sword," Ebony snarled she reached down and touched it. "I'm touching it what are you going to do about it?" she taunted, a cocky expression on her face.

Ivory took her finger out of her mouth noticing the blood had stopped flowing. She tugged on her sister's sleeve to move her away from the ice Sparda twin. Ebony looked at her sister with a questioning glance. Ivory answered with just a shake of her head as if telling her without a word that 'now isn't the time to challenge them'. The two retreated to the couch to await their other master.

Ivory sat there with her head bowed. Her ankle was pulsing and there was a heat coming from it. Pushing up her pants leg she noticed that the gold mark around her ankle was now red like blood. Not wanting to draw Vergil's attention or wrath upon them she yet again tugged on her sister's sleeve.

"What is it Ivory?" Ebony asked as she faced her sister, a twinge of annoyance still in her voice. She hated backing down from fights and the only reason she ever did was because Ivory asked her to surrender.

Ivory's mouth opened as if trying to force out words but the command from her previous master was still in play. Taking Ebony's hand in her own, she brought it down so that Ebony could feel the heat coming off of the mark she bore. The younger twin's eyes widened as she realized that her sister had a new master now.

"What's wrong with her?" Dante asked as he came from the back room and noticed the girl's odd expressions. He held a piece of day old pizza in his hand and a beer in the other.

"Our last master's command is still in effect," Ebony told him honestly. Ivory looked sadly at her sister.

"How can you undo it?" Dante asked out of pure curiosity as he leaned against the back of the couch and bit into the snack he had retrieved.

"You have to command her to speak," Ebony said, watching Dante for any sign of a reaction.

"You can speak when ever you want, Ivory," he responded with a shrug as he continued to chew.

"Thank you," the elder twin said weakly.

Shrugging, Dante went to his desk, and sitting down heavily, he propped his feet up on the desk and seemed to drift off to sleep.

"I'm board," Ebony whined softly to her sister. "This place has nothing to do. Yeah, there are a couple of hot guys but they're both a couple of part poopers."

Ivory was feeling odd and the sword was calling to her. Moving forward ignoring everyone around her, she grabbed the hilt of the blade. A vision made her knees buckle as it hit her hard.

Vision

The sky was swirling with red and black clouds. Smoke was billowing up from the ground. A warrior held the blade she clutched up towards the skies and roared his battle cry. A heap of stones lay scattered around him. The scene switched. Now she was in a room, a completely dark room. Looking around, she saw movement in the corner. Suddenly a black dog on a chain leapt for her snapping and snarling. Backing away she found herself in a new setting and the dog was gone. The new setting was an open field on a full moon night. A small boy stood there his white hair whipping in the wind. His ice blue eyes stared sadly back at her. Stepping towards him she saw something gray before him. She couldn't make out the inscription on the grave before a reaching pain engulfed her.

End Vision

She was breathing heavily as she looked around. The sword was clutched to her chest for dear life. Once the shock from the vision was passed she carefully stood up and placed the blade carefully back on its' stand. Her focus was analyzing the vision. Most of it didn't make sense to her. What confused her was the fact that she remembered the vision to begin with. Her world outside the vision was wavering.

"What is it Ivory?" Ebony asked in a hushed whisper. The two sisters rarely had visions apart from one another and normally the prophesies were forced out of them in the form of song. Only a few powerful vision could affect Ivory in such a way.

"I don't know," she answered honestly. "I don't know what it was."

"Maybe you should rest," Ebony suggested to her sister as she took the sword from her sister's shaking hands and led her back to the couch.

Ivory just nodded weakly. The vision had drained her strength and she had no desire to anything besides sleep.

"Up stairs, and it's the second room on your left," Dante said without opening his eyes. Ebony sent him a curious glance but didn't bother saying anything.

Ebony helped her sister to the room and let her sleep. Returning downstairs she sat heavily on the couch trying to figure out what exactly happened there. Her eyes rested on the sword that had captivated Ivory so thoroughly yet sent no such feelings to her. From Ebony's standpoint, the sword seemed a decoration like any other ornate blade.

"I take it that's not a common occurrence?" Vergil asked as he seemed to materialize beside her.

"For her no, but me yes," Ebony said, knowing her words would make little sense to the half-demon. "I touched the blade and it didn't throw me into a vision, which is a common occurrence, as you so splendidly put it. Her suddenly being drawn to something and then having a vision as strong as the one she did, that is not a common occurrence."

She sank into thought for a moment, ignoring the look Virgil was giving her. It really wasn't any of his business unless he ordered her to tell him, but talking about things always helped her to make sense of them. She supposed it was due to the fact she always had to sing her prophesies aloud that helped her think when she spoke, but it didn't really matter all that much anyway.

"Maybe," she continued softly as a thought struck her, " but no. it can't be... Can it?"

"I don't know, can it?" Dante asked sarcastically.

"There are times when visions shake us without music or help," Ebony tried to explain. "Normally those visions are meant specifically for the sister that gets the vision. Its rare, but it has happened once or twice before. Does this sword belong to you Dante?"

"Yeah, Alastor belongs to me," he affirmed nonchalantly, pretending to socialize with the girl.

Ebony hoped that the Sparda twins weren't stupid enough to try and question her sister about the vision, but she highly doubted there was much intelligence between them. Whatever it was, the vision was strong, if her sister's emotions had been any sign, and that typically foretold darkness's approach. Leaning back into the soft cousins of the couch, she stared up towards the ceiling wondering at the implications that vision was shadowing. Ivory would tell her later or so she hoped.

Suddenly the phone rang, startling the youngest seer from her trance and causing her to let out a loud "EEEP" as she sprang into a sitting position and clutched a pillow to her chest. On top of that, an icy chill choose that moment to run up her left leg. Looking down at her ankle, the silver ink of her binding tattoo was turning to a light blue. Rolling her eyes at the fact, she turned to listen to Dante gracefully deal with a customer.

"No, I told you," he growled but was apparently cut off by the voice on the other side of the line. "I see… Well screw you! They aren't worth the effort to kill… You know if you do that you're going to regret it. Keep telling yourself that one…"

He then slammed down the phone.

"What was that Dante?" Vergil asked, his eye brow raised and a dangerous edge in his voice.

"Oh it was just our previous employer wondering why the barkeeper at the bar was dead," Dante said with a shrug. "He thinks we have the seers."

Vergil looked at his brother calmly, yet his hand rested on the hilt of his katana. "And he's sending other assassins to finish the job?"

"Yeah," Dante affirmed. "That's about right."

To say he least, Vergil wasn't shocked, especially with the apparent value of the twin girls. There was a hidden agenda there, but Vergil was going to protect the girls. The youngest had made a deal with him and he intended to force her to up hold her side of the bargain. Knowing the idiot that his brother was, the other twin would work her magic on him before too much time had passed, not that Vergil cared in the least about Dante. The girl whose name he hadn't bothered to learn was staring blankly at the bookshelves.

"What is your name girl?" Vergil asked. He figured if they were going to do business together, he may as well know her name.

"Hm?" she asked, glancing at him momentarily before turning her attention back to the books. "My name is none of you're concern, Vergil."

Vergil knew she was trying to start something much the same way his younger brother usually attempted, but he didn't rise to the bait. If her name wasn't important, he wasn't going to force her to tell him. Shrugging, he turned towards the door and stalked out.

Ebony sat there in mild amusement, laughing evil as she thought about how fun it was going to be staying with the Sparda twins, and she didn't need a vision to tell her that. "Madness, mayhem, danger of death, and a sever headache on occasion," Ebony murmured to herself. "Sounds like my kind of lifestyle."

"What did you say?" Dante asked as he wolfed down on another piece of pizza.

"Oh, nothing important," Ebony told him with an innocent smile to which he shrugged and went back to his pizza. "My kind of lifestyle indeed," she repeated as she choose one of the many books about dark arts and demon slaying and lay down on the couch for a nice relaxing evening of wholesome reading.