Hey guys! Thanks so much for all the feedback. I LOVES YOU ALL! :D Here is the next chapter, just for YOU. :3

However, this chappy will be written in several different point of views... just to clear up any confusion.

Also, I do apologize if my author's notes spoil anything, but I still have to warn people of content that might not be appropriate for all ages. :(

Dante stared in amazement.

Short-stack and Vergil were in the training room not realizing that he was watching the two of them from the doorway, and his eyes couldn't grow any bigger even if he tried. The dark twin was standing directly behind the girl and was manually directing her actions with his hands; just as an instructor would do with a student who didn't quite know what they were doing.

This, however, wasn't the cause for his awe. What was, was the fact that the human had both of her hands wrapped around Yamato's hilt; something no one but Sparda, Vergil, and himself had ever had the privilege of doing.

"I can't do this, Vergil," she said, voice slightly unsteady.

Indeed, Dante could see her hands trembling as well. Even while brandishing Yamato, the girl appeared less than threatening.

"I don't accept that," Vergil replied somewhat crossly. "You're intelligent, willing to learn, and able-bodied. There is no reason whatsoever that you 'can't' learn a bit of self-defense. It will come in handy when we're in hell."

She shook her head unhappily, "I don't think I could ever stab anything."

"You might be surprised at what you could be capable of when in mortal peril. Now, stop your bleating and focus. Show me defensive stance one. No! Not like that. Oh, for- Here, let me show you."

Dante watched as Vergil crouched and adjusted her stance. It seemed to him that the blue twin's hands lingered around her thighs for a bit longer than was necessary, and he had to hold back a snicker. The girl must've sensed something as well; she glanced down at him with a small smile playing over her lips.

"Enjoying yourself down there, darlin'?" she asked, amusement coloring her tone.

"Don't get so cocky," Vergil replied, "I'm merely showing you how to stand properly while wielding a blade. Again."

The girl tittered and clutched Yamato a bit tighter, "Oh, I see. I suppose showing me how to stand is out of the question, then. You know, like a visual aid?"

Rising slowly, the dark twin shot a her a forbidding glare, "It isn't my fault that you lack the ability to take instruction and replicate a basic move. And I did demonstrate how to stand properly. Remember? When we first began this futile-"

"Don't get clutched, Chuckles, I'm only teasing," she grinned.

Again, Dante had to hold back laughter. "Chuckles" was a nickname that the girl had come up with for his brother. Vergil absolutely hated it. So, armed with that information, Dante had taken the opportunity to call him it every chance he got.

"Stop calling me that," Vergil demanded, frowning.

"No way," she responded, hefting the katana with a slight grunt. "Make me."

He thinned his mouth in annoyance, "I don't think you've any idea of how quickly I could make you do something." After a slight pause and an eye-roll, Vergil held his hand out, "Give me back my sword. I think training is done for today. You're awful at swordplay, by the way."

She did so immediately, offering the katana to him with both hands and without a smart remark of any sort. In spite of her ribbing, the girl was very aware at what a huge deal it was for her to be allowed to even touch Yamato, let alone practice with it.

"I know," she replied. "But thanks for letting me be awful at using Yamato. I know how precious it is to you."

Vergil reclaimed his sword with a small grunt of satisfaction, and slid it back into its sheathe with a brisk click, "Did you want something, Dante?"

The red twin blinked in surprise as did the girl. She hadn't noticed him at all, but Vergil apparently had. "Naw, bro. Just takin' a gander at the goings on in here."

"I trust your curiosity is satisfied, then? As you can see, there is nothing terrible happening, " Vergil cleared his throat slightly. "If you don't count her attempts at fighting."

"Hey!"

Dante smiled and leaned against the door frame, "He's right, shrimp. You suck."

Vergil continued to glower at his twin, "You're not as stealthy as you think, little brother. Your spying has been duly noted."

The red twin shrugged, unconcerned, "Yeah and? You'd do the same damn thing if the roles were reversed and I was staying at your place with a pretty little demonic jack-in-the-box. Don't act like you wouldn't." Vergil didn't reply and Dante snorted sarcastic laughter. "Told ya."

The girl watched the two of them bicker with faint amusement when a sly whisper wiped the smile from her face quite suddenly.

Males are so uncouth, are they not?

For a moment, she thought that Nevan had made another appearance, and she glanced around a bit frantically.

"Somethin' the matter, babe?" Dante asked, tilting his head and frowning.

Vergil also turned to observe her. The human had grown very pale and appeared like she'd just seen a ghost.

"No, no. I'm fine. It's just that-"

Oh, come now, the voice continued, what's with the fibbing? Surely, hearing voices doesn't really equate to one being 'fine', does it?

Her eyes widened a bit more. Now both brothers were watching her with mounting concern, but neither had indicated that they'd heard a thing.

Vergil's gaze had sharpened and locked onto her. For no reason that her could discern, she suddenly looked positively terrified, "What's wrong?"

She didn't answer for a moment and appeared to be listening for something. Finally, though, she shook her head and appeared rather sheepish, "Sorry guys. It's just- Every now and again it'll just hit me that I actually have to go to hell. I'm-I'm just... Terrified, is all." The girl offered them both a wan smile and shrugged rather helplessly.

Dante seemed to be satisfied with her response and nodded sympathetically, "Yeah. I getcha. Try not to think about it, babe. That'll only make it worse."

Vergil, however, didn't appear to be convinced. He continue to observe her with those damnable icy-blue eyes that missed so little, "Are you certain that's all it is?"

She nodded unhappily, "Yeah. Honest."

Liar, liar, pants on fire, the traitorous voice whispered again. And, to her utter horror, there came a dark, bubbling giggle that was not her own. Seeming to stem from the very recesses of her mind.

There was a wicked thunder and lightning storm that evening.

You sat on the edge of your bed with your arms wrapped around yourself and shivered. Ordinarily, you loved rainstorms. Tonight, however, it did nothing to quell the fresh new fear that had gripped you. Try as you might, you could not convince yourself that you had imagined the whole thing. The voice had been very real and a very separate entity than that of the voice of reason or caution most people would normally experience.

Terror stabbed at you, making your belly ache and feel slightly too full. There was only one explanation; the thing inside you was growing more powerful. It had made itself known. This whole thing was real now. Too, too real. You knew you should have told the brothers what had happened, especially Vergil. Fear, though, had stopped you. Not fear that they would kill you on the spot, but the fear that the blue twin's eyes would again grow cold and distant when he looked at you. Like they'd used to. You'd come to enjoy the way they warmed when they happened upon you now; it was such a stark difference than what the two of you had started out as.

Deep down, you knew it was more than his eyes. You were falling for him. Hard.

Hefting a deep, wavering sigh, you lean back onto the bed and stare at the ceiling. Devil May Cry was empty tonight, but for you. Vergil and Dante had been called out on a job and had yet to return. Trish had disappeared again and hadn't been seen for several days. When you'd voiced your concern, Dante merely waved a hand and reassured you that this was typical for her. The blonde demoness had a serious case of wandering fever. Even Lady was absent, though you'd no idea where she'd gone off to.

It was lonely and a little bit scary. Still though, you knew you were secure. Vergil had made sure Dante remembered to double-ward the place. Nothing was getting in here unless you let them in. Letting that thought comfort you, your eyes close and you drift off into an uneasy sleep.

It was very late when Vergil got in. Dante, much to the blue twin's disgust, had stopped at a strip club to "work off some tension", leaving the elder brother to return to Devil May Cry alone.

He expected that the girl would be fast asleep when he got in, so he wasn't surprised when the house was dark and silent. After a moment, however, he frowned and stilled, listening. It was too quiet. There was no one else here at all. Vergil's jaw clenched and he hurried to her room and flung the door open. This time, when he saw the empty bed, he was unsurprised but just as dismayed as he'd been when she'd gone missing the first time.

"Damn it," he snarled, glancing around the empty room.

The foolish girl had run again. But why? Hadn't he made his position clear? Did she still fear him?

Wait.

All her belongings were still here.

Confused, Vergil stood in the middle of the room with a frown creasing his brow. An especially bright flash of lightning lit the room and illuminated the backyard. In that instant, he saw her familiar outline through the single bedroom window. She was standing in the backyard with her back to him, in the pouring rain. He felt his stomach twist slightly, and he hurried outside.

"What are you doing out here?" He demanded, storming up to her.

Silence. She didn't stir in the slightest.

Reaching out, Vergil grasped her shoulder and roughly turned her to face him, "Explain yourself, girl."

He might have said something more, if it weren't for the blank stare consuming her features. Vergil's eyes widened slightly and he shook her a bit. There was no resistance on her part, but no response either. It was like she was an empty shell. The blue devil's heart began to pound and he shook her again, harder this time.

"Human! Answer me at once!"

Nothing. Her eyes were as lifeless as a doll's; glazed over and shiny.

Vergil shook her once more, sharply. Her head and neck snapped forward and light rushed back into her eyes, "Oww! Vergil! Why are you shaking me?!"

All at once, she became reanimated once again; pushing away from him with resentment coloring her features. He went easily enough, though his eyes were still locked onto her.

Glaring up at him, she began to shiver, "That hurt, Vergil. Why did you-" Trailing off, it suddenly seemed to occur to her where she was. Blinking uncertainly, she glanced around with obvious confusion. "Why are we outside?"

Breathing a bit heavily, Vergil felt his stomach twist again at her innocent query, "You don't remember?"

She shook her head and began to tremble violently, "Fr-freezing. I want to go inside."

He nodded, and nudged her on with a light push.

This time, it was his turn to make her some tea. As he set some water to boil, Vergil searched Dante's kitchen cupboards for anything other than coffee or bottles of strawberry syrup. Finally, he managed to locate some stale tea bags. Likely, they were left over from years ago, when he and Dante had first attempted to share the same living space. Better than nothing, however.

"Have you ever sleepwalked before?"

She shook her head miserably, "Not that I'm aware, no."

"Hn," Vergil eyed her while he waited for the water to heat up. "So. Do you want to tell me what that little episode earlier was really about, then?"

Guilt consumed her features, but she shrugged regardless, "What are you talking about?"

The blue twin glowered at her, his patience running very thin, "You know, your facial expressions reveal pretty much everything you're thinking. You're a terrible liar and you'd likely make a very shabby poker player as well. Now, are you going to tell me what happened, or shall I have to, as you put it, make you?"

Tears gathered in her eyes at his harsh words and she swallowed with some difficulty, "I-I heard something."

"What did you hear?"

Sniffling, she rubbed two shaking hands over her face, "A voice."

"Whose voice?"

"I don't know!" she cried, voice breaking.

"Was it in your head? This voice?" Vergil appeared calm, but a storm of turmoil was gathering just below the surface.

Nodding, she lost the battle against tears. Several slid down her cheeks, "Y-yes. I think s-so."

"What did it tell you?"

Wiping the tears away impatiently, the girl thought for a moment, "It said 'men are uncouth'."

Blinking, Vergil tilted his head. That had not been what he was expecting. "Anything else?"

"Yes. She said-"

"Wait. 'She'?"

The girl nodded in agreement, "Yeah. It was definitely female."

Thoroughly puzzled, Vergil twirled his finger at her to continue.

"She said that I was a fibber and that hearing voices usually means that someone is anything other than 'fine'."

"And that's all?"

Again, she nodded.

"And you don't remember going outside or why?"

"No. The last thing I remember was falling asleep in bed. Then, you were shaking me and I was standing in the rain."

Vergil turned to take the now boiling pot of water off the burner. While he tended to the tea, he continued his questioning, "You cannot recall if there were any voices speaking to you outside?"

"Nuh-uh. It's just a jumbled mess of-of-" she frowned, shook her head, and tried to find the right words. "No, wait. It was more like a haze of bright light. No, three lights. Like three bright spotlights. That's all I remember."

Vergil's hand suddenly tightened around the mug of tea, crushing it. Tan liquid spattered onto the floor, unnoticed. The blue twin stared at the human girl, stomach now actively aching.

"Welly, well. It seems I've arrived just in time, then," a familiar disembodied voice boomed. However, instead of the usual jolly overtone, this time the voice was solemn and serious.

Orwryn had arrived.