A/N: Alright, last one for the evening… let's do this… arrrrrgggghhhhh… I wanna finish this up so that I can go watch Game of Thrones with my roommate. He's almost caught up to where I'm at in the show and then I can get caught up with the rest of the show, I only haven't watched season 7… and everyone's telling me that it's super good.

Disclaimer: Why tho.

Day to Day

Amelia couldn't remember the last time that her life had been this exciting, sure she was making everything up as she went right now but it was much more fun that the last time she could recall things being so uncertain. She made a move on the chess board and watched as Vergil inspected the move, and wondered if she'd done something he'd anticipated or not. He rubbed his jaw, the motion highlighting the sharpness of his face and she found herself staring, not for the first time. He was an extremely attractive man and she wasn't blind. But he was also half devil, not that she really held that against him but it certainly made her hesitate upon wanting to pursue anything. Plus he wasn't part of the Order, though with the more that she learned from him about his heritage, about one of his peoples, the more she came to doubt the Order was being completely honest. It was a problem, she wanted to continue to believe in her faith but here was a man who was casting deep shadows onto what she'd been taught. He looked up at her and then grinned, the smile was sharp, predatory and Amelia felt some of the hairs on the back of her neck stand up before she looked down at the board and realized her fatal mistake.

"Check. Mate." he said, moving the last piece of his carefully laid trap into position. This set of moves hadn't worked in a long time, she'd started to get clever to his tricks very quickly and the pair had moved on to other games swiftly in order to keep things interesting but they found themselves walking back over to the chess board again and again. Vergil had been staying in her home for well over a month now but she felt no motive to shoo him away and he… well he seemed to be trying to convince himself to leave but couldn't seem to take that last step. Every day she came home expecting to see him gone but there he would be, cleaning the house or making dinner. Occasionally she'd find him in the back yard, sliding through different motions with that elegant katana, slowly speeding up until he was a blur of motion. Amelia sighed and flicked her king over.

"Alright, well you beat me again…" she huffed, leaning back in her chair and was about to pull out some cards for rummy when Vergil froze, his back going even more ramrod straight than Amelia had ever seen, a noise worked its way from the back of his throat and it made her pause, he had growled at her when she'd first found him but those had been closer to human approximations as he was half dead when she'd dragged him to her home. This… this wasn't human, it echoed ominously and made every instinct in her head scream to run.

"Vergil…?" she whispered when she realized that his attention wasn't on her, it was pointed out her window.

"Shh…" he held a hand out toward her "There's a demon nearby, I can sense them…" he stood slowly, the motion eerily fluid and slid toward the back door. Amelia leaned back and grabbed a kitchen knife and slowly followed him by several paces. He opened the door and stepped out in the dark night and turned back, holding a hand out to her, his eyes catching the light of the house and reflecting it back. She fought down her shivers and grabbed his hand, allowing herself to be tugged along. He was looking back and forth, seeming to be trying to locate the creature. Amelia didn't hear anything but she believed him, there was a tiny rustle of leaves and a second later something came barreling out of the brush. There was a click and a swoosh and the remains of the monster lay on the ground before them, Yamato in Vergil's hand. Another rustle and Vergil turned, quick as lightning but there was a simultaneous one behind both of them and Amelia tried to bring her knife up to block the bladed leg of the monster but it wasn't quite high enough and she felt the hot pain in her arm as it was cut through. She grabbed it instinctually and dropped to her knees, by dumb luck avoiding a strike to the head. There was a furious roar and she looked up in time to see Vergil catch the monster by the throat with an arm that wasn't human anymore, he snarled at the monster, hurling obscenities in the demonic tongue. She didn't recognize many of them but she did hear the word mine. The arm that wasn't human trailed back, farther and farther, the strange transformation crawling over his skin and changing him from a man to another monster, a devil.

There wasn't much of the lower demon left when Vergil was done with it, his demonic instincts pushing him to destroy the thing that had dared to touch what was his. He finally turned, panting, and looked at the woman he'd killed the demon for. She looked startled, blood dripping from the deep cut in her arm and yet… and yet she stood, reaching out with her good hand to touch the dark scales on his chest.

"Y-you're not afraid?" he asked softly.

A/N: They're finally getting closer :3

Till next time,

-Winged Element