Devil May Cry 1. Your Average Friday Night

A/N: Hey guys! I'm gonna be typing this while watching Tangled :3 such a good movie and such an odd combination of stuff to be doing… anywho, this is going to be the non-yaoi version of Blood and Bullets, this first chapter is going to be _really _similar to the first of the yaoi version, mostly cause my yaois don't tend to get very yaoi like until later… do you think I could say yaoi one more time in that sentence? Well.. I'll shut up now… and uh, give you guys a chapter…

Disclaimer: I'm even changing this for you guys…

Your Average Friday Night

Nero sighed for the umpteenth time that night and once again wondered how he'd gotten himself into this mess. He was sitting in a bar that he shouldn't be in to begin with, yet Dante apparently didn't want to leave him at the shop. Speaking of Dante… Nero looked around.

"Dammit…" he swore, where had the other slayer gotten to? Last he had known the half devil had been on the dance floor, trying to pick up an easy lay for the night. The younger was loathed to admit it but the older man was a fantastic dancer, years of demon slaying and his status as a half breed gave him an almost unearthly grace. Nero asked the bartender if he'd seen Dante and the man replied that he had not but wished him luck with his search. The partial devil swore again and decided to just leave his partner there, why hadn't he done that already? Unable to answer his own question, the white haired teen got up and left.

Once outside, Nero took a deep breath of the cleaner air, reveling in how it cleared his senses. He never understood how Dante liked going to clubs and bars so much, they were crowded, noisy and the air was so full of scents that the teen was always instantly lost in them.

"I need to relax." He mumbled to himself, he didn't have Red Queen with him, as it would attract too much attention at the club, but his Devil Bringer and Blue Rose were sufficient enough to take down a few mild demons that always seemed to lurk in the dirtiest corners of the city. Perfect way to unwind, the former Knight thought, heading for some back alleys that surely had the type of fight he was looking for.

Soon enough he sensed a small flare of demonic power and ran for it. What he didn't expect was for the source to go dashing past him in the form of several demons chasing a young woman. He took off after them, quickly taking down the stragglers at the end. Nero fought his way to the front so that by the time the demons cornered the woman, there were only a few left, who were quickly put out of their misery with a few well-placed shots from Blue Rose. The teen couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that he hadn't even needed to get his Bringer out but decided he'd just pick a fight with Dante when he got home for forcing him to the club only to abandon him in the first place. He then turned his attention to the girl who, to his surprise, wasn't cowering in fear of the creatures that had just chased her down. Her auburn hair fell freely over her shoulders, reminding Nero greatly of Kyrie. His heart panged slightly at that thought, tomorrow, only until tomorrow, and then he'd get to go home and see his maiden… the teen honestly couldn't wait. The similarities between the two ended there though, as Kyrie was modest and innocent; this woman's clothing and presence easily revealed her as a prostitute.

"Thank you." She said simply, making no move to either run in terror or cling to her savior.

"Uh… you're welcome." Nero responded, unaccustomed to such a response, or lack thereof.

"Though…" the woman daintily turned, her bare feet padding softly on the ground. "I could've handled them myself."

"What?" the teen had time to ask before the woman turned and tackled him, hissing and spitting. Unprepared, the slayer fell and his holster was conveniently pinned underneath him. He squirmed.

"Get off of me you demon!" the partial devil yelped, shoving at the woman-turned-demon with his human arm as his Bringer was pinned beneath her weight. Life hates me today, he thought, otherwise he'd have realized this thing was a demon sooner or he'd have at least some sort of weapon available to him.

"That's not very nice…" the she-devil crooned, leaning over him, a seductive smile on her face. What Nero didn't understand is why she didn't revert to her demon form, the only demon he knew that didn't do that was Trish and she had a human heart.

"I don't care! Get the hell off of me!" he growled, squirming harder.

"Shhh…" the demon crooned, acting as though this was ordinary and placing a gentle finger on Nero's lips. He bit it out of spite and refused to let go, even when he tasted blood. The woman screeched and yanked her hand away, slapping the teen square on the face. Nero swallowed when his head violently hit the concrete, trying to clear his thoughts when he realized that his Bringer was now free. He gave a furious roar and punched the she-devil off of him and proceeded to show her what it meant to upset a demon slayer. Despite the anger clouding his vision, he was still confused that in her last moment she refused to drop her human form and there had been a small, sad smile on her face.

"Crazy bitch." The white haired teen mumbled, spinning Blue Rose on his finger before holstering it on his thigh. Then he stumbled, his vision spinning, ears ringing.

"What the hell…?" he steadied himself on the alley wall and tried to continue walking, only to stumble again, his balance no better than a moment before.

"Must've been something I drank." the partial devil decided as he hobbled the few blocks back to Devil May Cry.

Once inside, Nero decided that there was something seriously wrong with him, he was shivering violently and had had to stop several times on the way home to throw up in an alley. Unable to make it any farther, he stumbled to the couch and pulled a blanket over himself before falling into a fitful sleep.

Dante opened the doors to his shop quietly, hoping to avoid the fight he knew Nero would pick for leaving him at the club. But c'mon, that girl had been really hot and then there'd been the opportunity for this threesome… not that the kid would understand the fun in that, the elder slayer huffed to himself, and then he noticed the lack of angry words being sent his way… The half devil looked around, his eyes easily adapting to the dark interior. Nero was laying on the couch, a blanket pulled carelessly over himself, the slayer in red was about to wake the kid when he noticed him shivering violently and the younger gave a deep, choking cough.

"Kid? You okay?" he approached his partner and noticed that the teen hadn't even unwrapped his Devil Bringer, which he always did the second he walked in the door. When Nero didn't answer, Dante assumed he was asleep, and sick, if the dry rattle of his breathing was anything to go by. Concerned, the elder pulled the blanket up higher on the kid and pulled another from the closet.

When his pale looking partner was sufficiently covered, Dante put his hand to Nero's forehead to check and see if he had a fever and of course, this is when the teen's eyes flew open.

A/N: Welp. I think I changed about three sentences worth, if that… yup, it'll get more different as it on but for the first chapter or so it'll be pretty much the same :p So I'm sorry if I bored you guys it'll be more fun later :p

Till next time,

-Winged Element


	2. Not So Lazy Saturday

A/N: Here we go, second chapter non-yaoi-fied and that is now a word, just so you guys all know :p also! After this chapter it'll probably start to veer way off from the original cause yeah, Nero going back to Fortuna and all kinda throws a little monkey wrench in the original plot :p I don't mind though, I have oodles of really good ideas :3 And now without further ado, the chapter two…(feel like I've said that before…)

Disclaimer: Even going through this chapter a second time I still don't own it

Not so Lazy Saturday

Nero leapt back as far as he could on the couch, he hadn't been that deeply asleep and the sudden touch scared the shit out of him, he felt like his senses had been muffled with cotton, but that could just be from the fever and sickness. At least, that's what he told himself.

"What the hell are you doing old man?!" He yelped, staring wide eyed at Dante.

"I was just checking if you had a fever." The elder said, backing away slowly and watching with concern as Nero swayed, even in his sitting position.

"What the hell… made you think… I was sick…?" the teen blinked, trying to clear his vision.

"The fact that you were coughing like you were trying to hack up a lung was a slight give-away, are you okay?"

"No…" the younger blinked again "there's two of you…" he muttered, trying to bring his partner back into focus. Dante gave a soft chuckle.

"Kid, you better lie back down, I'm too awesome for there to be more than one of me."

"I'm… fine…" Nero swung his legs over the edge of the couch but didn't even make it halfway to standing before collapsing back into the cushions.

"Whoa there." This time the half devil made sure the kid was lying down before checking his forehead again. Yeah, he definitely had a fever. "I'm gonna get you some meds, okay? Is there anything else you want?"

"Water." The teen said softly, his eyes closed in hopes that the room would quit feeling like it was spinning beneath him. "My throat feels like sandpaper."

"Sure thing." Dante ruffled his partner's hair and walked into the kitchen. By this point he seriously regretted taking the kid out with him, if he had known that Nero was sick… thank god Lady always left stuff at his place, he mused as he dug through the cabinets and pulled out some cold medication.

Nero groaned as he attempted to put a hand to his forehead… his limbs felt like lead… and Dante wasn't helping his headache with all that banging around… The teen shivered again and snuggled deeper into the blankets. What the heck was wrong with him? As a partial devil himself, he'd only gotten sick… maybe once? And that was when he was very young; he'd never had so much as a runny nose since activating his trigger a little over a year ago. The younger male heard his partner's boots clomp back over to where he was laying and a cool hand brush his hair out of his face.

"C'mon kid, you gotta sit up a little so you can take these." Nero opened his eyes and allowed Dante to help him to sit up, though he mentally promised that he'd kick the elder's ass for it later. The water felt good as it traveled down his throat but the instant it was gone, he felt like he'd swallowed sand again.

"Just try and sleep it off, okay?" the elder slayer said as Nero closed his blue hues again. His partner nodded weakly and then shot upright as his stomach lurched.

"Nero?" it took Dante only a millisecond to realize what was going to happen and it was thanks to his abilities as a half devil that he grabbed the trash can from by his desk in time.

"I feel awful." The teen muttered as he lay back down on the couch.

"Sit tight, I'm going to call Lady, alright? I'm going to leave this here." Dante set the trash bin next to the couch and patted Nero's head before walking over to his phone, deeply concerned for the teen.

"What?" growled a rather irritated Lady after picking up the phone.

"Lady…"

"Dante I swear to god, if you're trying to use me as an excuse to get rid of some hooker…"

"Nero's sick." He interrupted and instantly Lady stopped, she had a soft spot for the punk from Fortuna.

"What's wrong with him?" she asked.

"He's got a fever and he keeps coughing and I gave him some water but he can't keep it down." Dante looked back at the kid's huddled form on the couch; he seemed to have fallen back asleep.

"It's just the flu Dante, nothing you need to be overly concerned about, let him sleep and get him some meds for the fever once he can keep them down. If he can keep plain water down for a while, let him have some crackers or applesauce or something. He'll be fine, I'll stop by tomorrow morning, but it's just the flu, there's no point in me making a trip right now."

"Are you sure?" the slayer couldn't keep the worry out of his voice. Lady let out a small laugh at that.

"Dante, sometimes I think you forget, Nero's more human than you are, he'll be fine, the flu sucks, but it's nothing to lose your head over. You get some sleep, alright?"

"Alright…" he hung up and turned back the teen on his couch. What Lady said sounded logical, but for some reason… he just didn't think that Nero could get sick like that… The aforementioned slayer coughed and shuffled in his sleep and Dante took the time to look at the clock, startled when it told him that it was nearly five in the morning.

"So much for sleep…" he muttered, walking over to his desk and propping his feet up, and began to clean his favorite guns, at least he was doing something useful.

-Blood and Bullets-

Nero shuffled, trying to hold onto unconsciousness for just a little longer. Then he realized that his head wasn't pounding anymore, he didn't feel dizzy… whatever it had been last night, it must've passed. The teen sighed in relief, he could still go home today, he didn't want to go home and get Kyrie sick with something that could affect even _him_. His breath still scratched at his throat as though it were sandpaper despite the rest of him feeling better.

"One way to fix that." He muttered, shuffling to his feet and walking to the kitchen, past a snoring Dante and grabbed a glass out of the cupboard. The partial devil wrinkled his nose at the smell of the water.

"Better tell Dante to get someone to check the pipes." Ignoring the odd smell, he downed it anyway, only to have his stomach churn uncomfortably. Nero didn't have time to consider the sensation before the doors banged open and he heard Dante groan.

"Good morning Lady." He called over his shoulder, putting the cup in its proper place.

A/N: Changed a little more this chapter, next chapter is when things will get way more exciting, it won't just be copy and paste old chapter and change a few sentences, I think I may have to actually start it on a fresh sheet in word *gasps dramatically* anywho, got more fanfiction to type!

Till next time,

-Winged Element


	3. Mid-Morning Confusion

A/N: So, yes, I am starting another chapter in the same day that I posted one, but I have nothing else to do in the next hour before my boys and girls club meeting (yay walking all the way to campus to get a sheet of paper signed…)

Disclaimer: this is my what? Sixth? Seventh? Chapter today and shockingly in all that time, the rights to DMC haven't transferred to my name. It must be my intern's fault :p

Mid-Morning Confusion

"Nero?" Lady asked, looking around into the kitchen.

"No, I'm the boogeyman." The white haired teen retorted, rolling his eyes.

"But Dante said you were sick."

"I was a little last night but I'm feeling fine now."

"You sure?" the huntress came up to him and put the back of her hand to his forehead. "You feel cold." She commented, the younger shrugged, unable to think of a legitimate reason. Though when the woman mentioned it… her hand did feel warm…

"I'm fine." He said, turning back to the sink to refill the cup he'd left there, god his throat hurt…

"Dante must've been exaggerating." Nero said after he'd downed the second glass, his stomach rolling uncomfortably again.

"…he must've…" Lady muttered, watching him carefully. "Don't drink too much right away; even if you are feeling better, you still want to be careful." With that, the slayer wandered over to Dante's desk then quickly flipped him out of his chair. Nero had to give the elder points because he rolled right out of it and had his gun at the ready as soon as he was upright.

"Put the gun down." The ebony haired huntress said with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh. Its you." The half devil holstered his gun and stood.

"Yeah Mr. Exaggeration." Dante cocked a silver eyebrow at the comment, Lady continued, pointing at the youngest hunter in the room. "He doesn't look that sick to me." The older man finally took notice of Nero standing in the doorway of the kitchen, glass of water still in hand.

"You…?" he looked between Lady and Nero, lost.

"I feel fine." Nero said shrugging "Just a little grimy from last night because I got dragged to a bar and… oh right, got left there."

"But last night… you were… I thought there was something wrong with you!" Dante was still confused, he knew that he had not exaggerated Nero's condition last night, the kid had been seriously sick! Lady rolled her eyes at the two boys, she didn't want to be caught in one of their common arguments.

"If there's nothing wrong here, I'm going to leave, I have a job to do… unless you happen to have found the money from that last job you owe me…" she looked at Dante and the half devil nearly gulped under the woman's glare. She may have been human but the older male really didn't want another bullet in the head, those hurt… a lot.

"No, sorry… I uh… haven't come across it." he avoided her multicolored eyes and scratched the back of his head. They both knew that he had spent the cash at the bar and on getting his car fixed.

"Then I will take my leave." She turned and sauntered out of the office. Nero snickered as soon as she was gone.

"She has got you wrapped around her little finger."

"Shut up." Dante growled, half-heartedly throwing an empty tomato juice can at his partner.

"Seriously, if she so much as looks at you the wrong way, you are putty in her hands."

"I am not!"

"You are so." The teen took another swallow of his water, coughing a little when his stomach threatened to reject it.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine." He snapped, tired of people asking him that. He must've just had a little bug last night, nothing that they had to freak out over.

"Still… I shouldn't of forced you to go last night if you weren't feeling well…" Dante sighed

"Oh, so you would've if I had been okay?" Nero growled, still angry at the elder for dragging him out. Dante seemed to realize that he was digging himself into a hole and blinked.

"Uh, well, I was just trying to get you to loosen up, relax, have a little bit of fun for once…"

"You know as well as I do that that is not my definition of fun..." the younger growled, feeling more irritated than usual, his Devil Bringer flaring a little in response to his raging emotions.

"Hey, relax, I'm sorry alright?"

"Whatever." The teen turned and stomped off, intent on getting cleaned up and packing his bags.

"Nero!" the younger slayer paused and looked over his shoulder.

"I'll drive you back to the airport, okay?" it was the closest to a sincere apology that the elder would ever get.

"Thanks." Nero muttered before running upstairs and taking as quick of a shower as he could. He wanted to get back home as soon as possible, though even if they left this very second he wouldn't be back in his house until early, early tomorrow if he was lucky. The teen sighed and began washing up and preparing for the long journey home.

-Blood and Bullets-

Nero sagged against the doorframe when he finally got the door unlocked and opened, he was starting to feel like shit again… his throat was so scratchy that he dreaded each time he went to swallow and well… he just felt terrible, cold, weary, hungry and grouchy. Hungry and cold could be taken care of right now. The teen left his belongings in the foyer, he'd take care of them in the morning, he then wandered into the kitchen, letting the door swing closed behind him. He opened the fridge to find a plate with a note on it.

-Hope the mission went well and hope the trip back wasn't too terrible, see you in the morning,

Love,

Kyrie-

The partial devil smiled at this and unwrapped the plastic wrap from the top and felt his stomach lurch violently at the smell. His mind recognized the smell, it was pork steak, one of his favorites but for whatever reason his body decided that it didn't want it. Deciding that food wasn't such a good idea any more, Nero wrapped it back up and put it back in the fridge. A shiver ran down his spine and he hurried to the bedroom, swiftly changing into comfier clothes and slipping into bed alongside his songstress. It was almost as though she unconsciously knew he was there because she curled into his body, her warmth seeping into Nero as he closed his eyes and began to drift into sleep.

A/N: Hehehe… making things stretch out a little farther in this version hehe… anywho, I've now decided that Nero and Kyrie are a cute couple too, when it comes to sexiness I still think that Dante and Nero take the cake but these two make for a cute couple as well :3 I'm gonna try to write Kyrie in a like-able way so I hope you guys enjoy!

Till next time,

-Winged Element


	4. Early Morning Energy

A/N: This is the first time I get to start this chapter all on its own instead of copying down the old chapter first :D I'm excited to see this go off in its own direction :D And I'm super excited to torment Nero and vampires… ahh, I've missed vampires, I don't have any original works with them in it right now so I'm feeling a little lacking XD Anywho, I don't want to delay for too long! I'll get started on this now!

Disclaimer: I've technically done this story twice now. Meaning that my status of ownership has still not changed.

Early Morning Energy

Nero knew that he hadn't been asleep for long when he woke again because it was still dark and Kyrie was still curled up in his arms. That girl got up with the sun he swore but right now the demonic teen had bigger problems to worry about, like the icy daggers in his throat, they stabbed at him each time he took a breath, pulsing with Kyrie's heartbeat that he could feel against his skin, flared with her sweet smell the he took in through his nose. Nero slowly untangled himself from the songstress, trying to clear his head, but the second he did he wanted to crawl back under the covers and nestle back into the warmth that she was providing. Maybe a shower would help him out…

Once the water was hot enough to turn his skin pink and finally warm his fingers and toes, Nero put his arms on the wall of the shower and looked down at his toes, taking deep breaths and trying to calm himself. What was wrong with him? He couldn't even keep his breath even, couldn't focus on anything outside of the icy burning in his throat… he was hungry… he was so hungry and cold…

If you asked him afterward, Nero wouldn't be able to tell you why he did it, but in that moment, he wasn't sure why he was doing anything. The teen lifted his wrist to his face, looking at the blue veins that traced under the skin and then slowly brought it to his mouth, hesitating for a second, the rational part of his mind screaming at him, what on earth was he doing? Then he sank his teeth in, a small whimper escaping his lips as his own blood began to seep into his mouth. He swallowed and closed his eyes, sinking to his knees, taking in swallow after swallow until rationality began to sink in again and he froze. What on earth was he doing? He let go of his wrist, watching as the bloody tears slowly healed. The crimson liquid washed away by the shower water and he couldn't help but watch it go. What was wrong with him? Something was very very wrong here… he shut off the water and dried himself, he looked in the mirror to see himself, looking pale and sick, staring back. Nero coughed when he felt his heart skip a beat, and then another, and another. Was he dying…? He had just enough thought to lock the door, he didn't want Kyrie to find him like this…

-Blood and Bullets-

Kyrie woke in the morning to find the rest of the bed empty, she crinkled her eyebrows, she was sure that she'd heard Nero get home in the middle of the night last night… she got out of bed and pulled her robe on, wandering downstairs she found Nero's things by the door. So he had gotten home… Had he left the house? No, his boots were still on the mat. That meant he was in the house somewhere. As she wandered back upstairs she noticed that the bathroom door was closed but the lack of noise coming from it after a moment's pause concerned her. She knocked lightly.

"Nero?" she asked softly, there was a painful sounding cough and the sound of shuffling.

"Don't come in…" his voice sounded dry and painful

"Nero are you okay?" Now Kyrie was concerned, was Nero sick? He didn't sick…

"I'm fine… just… don't come in…" despite his words the songstress tried the doorknob, only to find it locked.

"Nero? What's going on in there?" she asked worriedly, pounding lightly on the door now.

"Nothing!" this was followed by dry panting and coughs. Kyrie bit her lip and then rushed for the phone, if anyone knew what was wrong with Nero, Dante would.

"Devil May Cry." Came the devil hunter's voice from the phone.

"Dante! It's Kyrie! Something's wrong with Nero!"

"What?" the half devil now sounded serious

"He sounds sick, I don't know what's wrong, he locked himself in the bathroom and won't let me in."

"He what?" Dante's eyes were wide as he took in the information that the songstress was giving him. Had the kid just been faking it yesterday or was this something more than they thought?

"He locked…"

"You stay tight and try and talk to him but do _not _go in there, if it's strong enough to make him sick, I don't want you catching it too, I'm on my way, I'll be there as soon as I possibly can be." The line went dead and Kyrie bit her lip before rushing upstairs again.

"Nero… can you tell me what's wrong?" she asked and received a dry cough from the other side

"It's no…"

"You can tell me," she interrupted "I just called Dante, he's on his way, it's all gonna be okay, okay?" the only thing she heard in response was the sound of Nero swallowing.

A/N: Poor Nero and Kyrie, neither of them know what's happening and Dante doesn't have enough pieces of the puzzle to put together what's going on… it's certainly fun to write though!

Till next time,

-Winged Element


	5. Evening Exhaustion

A/N: I just keep pluggin away… I'm more than two thirds of the way done now and almost down to one story! Now I'm gonna see if I can finish this one before the end of this epic music and then I can switch over to my smexy yaoi playlist and work on that one ;p but for now! More desperate and sexy vampire Nero! Oh! Jeez! Gotta post the previous chapter! There! Now that's done! And now onto the next chapter!

Disclaimer: in the past forty five minutes the only thing that has changed is my position on my bed…

Evening Exhaustion

Nero felt tears begin to leak out of his eyes as he bit into his own wrists for the umpteenth time that day, it felt so good when he did it, feeling skin break beneath his teeth, _fangs _he'd noticed by about the fourth time, feeling blood run down his throat but as soon as he let go he'd feel his stomach lurch and everything he'd just sucked down would come back up. He felt constantly cold and hungry and sick, he shivered again as his heart gave a weak beat, the first beat in hours, how was he not dead? He should be dead by now… He heard Kyrie's voice outside the door, she hadn't left him all day, not even to eat or use the restroom, sometimes she'd just talk to him, other times she'd sing softly. It calmed his nerves slightly but made the tears leak out faster that he just couldn't face her like this, her heartbeat throbbed through the door and through Nero's chest like a bass drum, he couldn't ignore it, nor could he ignore the smell that leaked from beneath the door off her skin. He inhaled and the icy daggers shot down his throat again and he coughed, the sound seemed far worse than it had this morning.

Then there was a different smell and another heartbeat, a different voice…

"Finally you're here." Kyrie said in relief, Dante's face was serious, far more serious than the songstress had ever seen it.

"He's been getting worse all day." She said softly "Do you know what's wrong with him?"

"No, he was sick the night before he left though and then he was fine, I didn't think anything of it, what's he been doin in there? Will he talk to you?"

"Not really, he's been coughing a lot and I hear him swallow a lot of water and then throw up, but that's all…" Dante knocked on the door.

"Hey kid, how you feeling?"

"Don't come in…" the teen managed from the other side of the wood, the claws of his Devil Bringer twitching weakly as he lay on the ground.

"I'm coming in anyway." The hunter informed before looking back at Kyrie.

"You might want to go somewhere else." He said, she shook her head.

"If I was going to catch whatever he has, I think I would've already, I'm going to see him." She said with conviction and the slayer sighed

"Alright, but this might not be very pretty."

"I've seen worse." Dante nodded and nudged her gently to the side before ripping the door open. Kyrie huffed under her breath.

"I could've grabbed the spare key." But that thought was quickly lost upon seeing Nero laying on the bathroom floor, face and arms covered in blood and twitching and shivering with pained breaths.

"Nero!" she gasped, rushing forward and kneeling next to him.

"Don't Kyrie…" he whispered, he didn't think he could help himself when she was so close… that throbbing… it was _right there_. She was about to reach forward and brush his white hair from his face when Dante pulled her back. Lucky he did too because Nero's teeth closed on empty air. His eyes closed and more tears leaked out. Dante looked back at Kyrie to make sure she was alright, she seemed startled but otherwise undamaged and so he knelt down as the songstress had and pulled the demonic teen into a sitting position.

"Kid, what happened after you left the club?"

"I… there was this demon-woman… I killed her... I'm so sorry Kyrie…" he bit his lip, not seeming to register the pain when his new fangs pierced his lip but noticing the second his tongue followed after to scoop up the blood. "Dante what's happening to me…?" he looked up at the older slayer, fear plain in his eyes.

"Nero, I need you to think carefully, did you swallow any of that woman's blood? Even on accident?"

"I… I bit her… but…I don't know…" the teen coughed again, sounding even sicker than before.

"Nero, that woman was a vampire, they drink blood to survive, by ingesting her blood you got turned into a vampire, you need blood, now or you're just going to keep getting sicker until you die."

"…What…?" the partial devil seemed so far gone into the sick and dizzy and cold haze that he couldn't make sense of what the other just said. Kyrie put a hand on the half devil's shoulder.

"You can use my blood, I don't mind, I give often enough at the hospital that it won't bother me." Dante smiled gently.

"That's a sweet offer but I'll let him take mine this time, I'm sure you'll have to donate often enough in the future, at least I'll heal up in a few seconds." Kyrie nodded and fished her beautiful pocket knife from her robe.

"What?" she said to the half devil's startled expression. "You didn't think after the Savior incident that I went around unarmed anymore did you?" Dante just smirked and took the knife, flicking it open and drawing a rather deep cut down his neck, as soon as he did Nero's eyes locked on it and he bared wicked looking fangs with a snarl.

A/N: And the cliffhangers return! Mwahahahaha! But you'll only have to wait till Thursday so I don't feel too bad ;p

Till next time,

-Winged Element


	6. Late Night Snack

A/N: Hey everyone! So I know that I am a terrible, terrible person for leaving you for two weeks ^^; so anyway, this week you get double updates of both this and Wrinkle in Time! Also, on a sidenote, I got this rather silly review from someone who wasn't happy with the way I wrote my yaoi in the old version of this and I say this kindly, if you're going to give criticism like that, please have the audacity to leave an account so that I may reply and understand exactly what your qualm is and perhaps explain myself. That is all, anywho, I'm going to finish this and go to bed, well, I'm gonna play some bioshock infinite first (my friend is pestering me to finish it ^^;) and then sleep. But I want sleep, I really want sleep… but sexy vampire fiction comes first right?

Disclaimer: It doesn't even feel like I own my own sleep…

Late Night Snack

The fledgling had seemed to have lost nearly all of his humanity in that moment and it frightened Kyrie. To see her boyfriend hurting that bad and to look that frightening… he snarled and leaned forward toward the blood dripping from the wound on Dante's neck.

That bright red… it was all he could focus on… it looked so good… he just couldn't help himself… _bloodredneedwanthungryhungryhungry…_ he could barely keep his thoughts focused anymore… it hurt… it hurt so much… he needed it, he needed it more than the man before him…

Dante flinched when Nero's tongue ran over the wound and he looked toward the teen when he let out a small whimper before biting down, _hard_. For several minutes, the only sound in the room was Nero's rapid swallows and the creak of leather as he gripped Dante's jacket.

"Nero…" the half devil muttered after a few minutes, putting a hand on the fledgling's shoulder, trying to get his attention but the teen just gripped harder, his teeth sinking in deeper into the wound. Dante hissed between his teeth, he had a good pain tolerance, phenomenal actually but there was only so much he could do when he didn't want to hurt the one that was causing him this pain.

"Nero that's enough…" the partial devil gave a wimpering sound that probably meant something like "no"

"Nero." The half devil resorted to grabbing the teen's jaws and prying them off of his neck, feeling oddly rubbery and weak and dizzy, very dizzy. The fledgling looked as though he were about to fight him and bite him again, baring long and very bloody fangs at him. And then, reality and sense started to trickle back into that expression. Seconds later Nero recoiled, scooting as far away as the small bathroom would allow, looking at his hands and the bloody mess he'd made of his friend.

"Nero?" Kyrie asked and the teen's eyes snapped to her, looking terrified. She started to scoot forward until Nero shook his head violently.

"Don't come any closer! I don't know what I might do!" his voice was thick with the blood that still coated his throat and soothed the icy daggers that remained there.

"It'll be okay." She said softly, inching closer as slowly and as calmly as she could.

"No!"

"Kid…" Dante interrupted, the one word slurred as though the older slayer were drunk "It'll be 'kay, 'kay?" he tilted to one side dangerously.

"Dante are you okay?" Kyrie asked, concerned at the slayer's sudden behavior.

"Righ as rain! Ne'er been better!" the elder grinned, tilting again. "'m just a lil dizzy 's'all…" he mumbled.

"Dante you need to lie down, you've lost too much blood." She said, keeping one eye on her boyfriend in case the partial devil decided to bolt.

"'ve been 'mpaled! I don get bloodloss!" this was followed by the elder's quick collapse backward.

"Well I suppose that that's one way to get him to lie down…" the songstress muttered to herself before turning back to the terrified fledgling in the corner.

"Nero, it's okay." She whispered, the white haired teen staring at Dante's unconscious form and trembling lightly.

"I almost killed him… I could've… I wanted to… it was so sweet…" unconsciously the teen's tongue snaked over his blood covered lip.

"Nero." Kyrie took the last few inches and wrapped her arms around him, he stiffened at first and she felt his breath upon her neck. For a moment she worried, but she buried it as soon as it appeared, he would never consciously hurt her.

"I don't want to hurt you…" he whispered, still not moving.

"You won't, I trust you not to, you're strong enough to keep your inner devil at bay, this should be easy compared to that." She said softly and that was then that she felt his arms wrap around her and hold her tight.

"I'm scared Kyrie, I'm so scared, I barely know what's happening…" Kyrie felt her shoulder grow damp as he cried.

"Shh… it's okay… we'll figure this out together okay? I'm always here for you, no matter what right?"

"No matter what." He held her tighter until she pushed his face back.

"Now come on, you get cleaned up and I'll lug this thing off to a bed. I don't think you could kill him if you tried…" she muttered, toeing Dante's snoring form. This wrung a small grin from Nero, it wasn't much but it was a start.

"No I suppose not…" Kyrie pulled him out of the bathroom with a grunt, then she looked up at her boyfriend, he still looked very uneasy and upset and she didn't blame him, it had to be terrifying to go through what he was but she would be with him, every step of the way.

A/N: Haaaaaah, I'm feeling better now that I have this punched out. Now I can read, and play some bioshock before crashing hardcore till four in the morning when I have to work again… wash, rinse, repeat…

Till next time,

-Winged Element


	7. Sunday after the Storm

A/N: Yay! I'm typing again! Though I'd much much rather be napping right now… I'm exhausted, I ended up with about three and a half hours of sleep? Anyway, three chapters and then I'm caught up and then five for next week to get ahead, I _thought _I was going to be able to finish this chapter before I left to go to class but I guess I was wrong *grouches irritably* I had to go pick up my brother from the country club after he got done with his golf match… -_- seriously, I spend two hours a day in the car just to get back and forth from calc, I don't want to be a taxi service too. I'll shut up and type fanfiction, that'll cheer me up :p

Disclaimer: I am still too young to own Devil May Cry

Sunday after the Storm

Nero stepped out of the bathroom to see Kyrie standing there, watching him before promptly marching past to check and make sure that he'd gotten it as clean as she wanted, the way she wanted.

"You know how long I've been living with you? You don't trust me to be able to clean a bathroom by myself?" asked, feeling more like himself now that he'd fed and the evidence of the act was cleaned off his skin.

"And yet you still manage to mess up, you think you'd have learned by now." The songstress teased, turning back around, satisfied with the final product and poking Nero's nose. The partial devil blushed and rubbed at it.

"What'd you do that for?" he grumbled.

"Because you're a goof." She said simply, as though it explained everything and walked away toward their bedroom. Nero rolled his eyes and followed, not thinking about what he was doing until his girlfriend crawled into bed and turned to look at him expectantly. He hesitated, what if he hurt her.

"Hello?" she asked with a raised brow, he focused on her and she patted the bed next to her. "Earth to Nero? Aren't you going to get in bed?" Nero bit his lip and understanding flooded Kyrie's face.

"You're worried that you'll do something." She said and Nero nodded, looking off to the side.

"Yeah, a little, I mean, I love you but I'm scared, what if I do something in my sleep?"

"Nero Feliciano Angelo." The teen winced when his full name was used, it didn't matter if it was Kyrie or memories of his mother doing it, it _still_ made him think of every single bad thing that he'd ever done in his life. "Do you typically sleepwalk?"

"I don't kn…"

"The answer's no." Kyrie interrupted him "Do you typically talk in your sleep?"

"I…"

"The answer's no again. Do you do anything other than turn into a snoring log?" the fledgling raised a brow at her description of his sleeping habits. "The answer's still no."

"Even if I wake up… what if I can't resist? What if I hurt you?" he was still wary of himself, he didn't want to harm the woman he loved, the woman he'd risked everything for.

"Let's try another question," the songstress said, her hands on her hips now and Nero couldn't help but think that the position was both silly and cute at the same time. He loved when she got a little sassy, it wasn't something she really did around other people and he loved seeing a side of her she didn't really show to anyone else.

"Do you typically wake me up when you wake up? And before you say anything, the answer's yes. So get your butt in bed already, I'm sure you're exhausted." Nero hung his head in defeat and crawled into bed with his girlfriend, once there he asked, slightly worried.

"I wake you up when I wake up?" he knew he still had nightmares occasionally of the Savior incident, or the night he gained his Bringer and on very rare occasions, just nightmares in general.

"Usually, but don't worry about it, I figured if you wanted to talk about it, you would." She cuddled up on his chest, concerned when his heart only gave a few weak beats.

"Nero, your heart's not beating…"

"I know, it's been doing that since I started changing." He replied, putting his arms around her. They had just really settled down when Nero couldn't help but ask with a small smirk.

"So I snore?" he received light smack to the chest for his question.

"Yes you do, loud and obnoxious. Now shut up and go to sleep." Kyrie mumbled, cuddling a little closer.

-Blood and Bullets-

The next morning the songstress wasn't surprised to find that she was the first one up. She was a naturally early riser and Dante was still passed out in the spare room and from what she'd heard from Nero, he wouldn't be getting up any time soon. Nero usually was up with the sun too but she understood why he wasn't quite out of bed yet as well. It'd been a particularly hard day yesterday, they'd had worse but it definitely made the list.

Kyrie had more than a little concerned when she'd woken up to find that her fledgling boyfriend wasn't breathed nor was his heart beating, she was just about to start shaking him when he gave a large breath but didn't take another. She shook her head as she began to putz around the kitchen, she'd have to start using his Bringer as an indication of whether or not he was alive in the morning… she sighed and sat down with the paper, scanning the columns aimlessly. The coffee had just finished when Dante dragged himself down the stairs.

A/N: Not a very exciting chapter I agree but I'm gonna have to rush to class so I didn't have time to come up with more exciting ideas, I was just typing the first thing that came to my fingers.

Till next time,

-Winged Element


	8. Breakfast Time Bites

A/N: Woot! Two to go and then I can get ready for bed, play a little Bioshock and call it a night! I can't wait to sleep… sleep is such a beautiful thing… I miss it…

Diclaimer: I own nothing….

Breakfast-time Bites

"Morning…" the older slayer grumbled, shambling for the coffee pot like a zombie toward brains, the comparison image made the songstress giggle softly, Dante looked at her but said nothing as he took a coffee mug and poured himself a glass.

"How're you feeling?" she asked politely after the half devil had taken a few sips and looked a little more alert than before.

"Like I was hit by a truck… in the head, god it feels like the worst hangover I've ever had… kids got some potent venom."

"What?" Kyrie asked as politely as she could, she didn't quite understand what he'd meant by venom.

"Vampires create a venom that slips their victims into a mind numbed state while they feed, usually it's pretty pleasurable for the victim too, endorphins and all that shit." He mumbled. Kyrie took this to be the end of the conversation and went back to her paper and Dante back to his coffee. The remained this way until Nero came blearily down the stairs, eyes squinted tightly against the morning sun streaming in through the kitchen

"God damn it's bright in here…" he mumbled, holding his hand up to block the rays. Both Kyrie and Dante looked to the window and back at Nero with raised brows. The teen blinked a few times and looked between the two.

"It's not really that bright is it?" he asked and the others shook their heads, the partial devil swore lightly under his breath, causing Kyrie to shoot him a look. That's when his stomach growled and he ambled over to the fridge to find something to eat.

"You're not going to find anything of value to you in there." Dante said and Nero turned to look at him, his expression seemed a little sad, as though he'd been expecting the elder to say that.

"I'm not?"

"Nope. Come here." Dante grabbed a knife from the counter and slit his own throat "Just try not to inject me with so much venom this time." Nero barely heard him, as soon as it hit the air, all he could think about was that sweet sweet smell and how good it would feel sliding down his throat. He rushed forward like an animal, his mouth latching onto the wound and gulping down the vicious liquid as though there was no tomorrow. He let go a hell of a lot easier this time and Dante only looked a tiny bit woozy.

"There's the happy effect…" he mumbled, leaning back on the counter should his balance fail him.

"Am I going to have to do this every day?" the teen asked, wiping the blood from his mouth and looking at it before licking it from his hand, he couldn't help himself, that was that…

"I don't think so, I think that because I'm half devil, my blood doesn't satisfy you for nearly as long as pure human blood." The fledgling sighed in relief before running a hand through his sleep-mussed hair. This caused Kyrie to grin, it looked so cute all fluffy like that… she couldn't help herself, she walked over and brushed it back with a hand. Nero blushed fiercely, the heating of his cheeks feeling more natural now that he had more blood in his system.

"Aww. How cute." Dante chuckled, causing Nero to blush further and glare at him. Kyrie just giggled and ruffled the hair she'd just combed back. Instantly Nero's hands went to fix it and she openly laughed at this.

"Nero, you just got out of bed, it looks crazy no matter what you do." She giggled and Dante laughed, Nero shot his Devil Bringer out and snatched the man's leg from underneath him, causing him to go sprawling across the kitchen in a rather epic manner. The half devil got to his feet grouchily and said.

"Alright…I can take a hint, I'll leave and let you two lovebirds be, but if you ever need me, you know where to find me."

"Thank you so much Dante." Kyrie said, stepping up and hugging the unsuspecting half devil. The small blush that covered the elder's cheeks half made Nero angry and half made him want to laugh. The laughing side won and he snickered at the elder man's awkward look.

"It was no big deal." He waved the matter off and turned to the door.

"See you kiddos around!" and with that he was gone, leaving the fledgling and his girlfriend all alone. Nero started back in on his usual morning business, pouring himself a cup of coffee despite being told it would do nothing for him, he was so tired though, the feeling of the morning sun seemed to weigh him down despite the blood he'd just taken from Dante. He wasn't even paying attention until Kyrie's arms wrapped around him from behind. The teen let out a slightly startled woosh of air and looked under his arm at his girlfriend, who just smiled up at him through her lashes. Nero knew what she wanted and he didn't want to risk it, especially now that he'd been turned into a vampire.

"Please Nero?" she whispered, kissing the back of his shoulder and causing tiny shivers to run down his spine.

"I can't…"

"Please?" teeth scraped against his shoulder and his self control was left teetering on a very dangerous precipice.

A/N: Also not very exciting until the ending there and also a little short but I've started doing the whole typing with eyes closed thing again…

Till next time,

-Winged Element


	9. Morning Time Mayhem

A/N: Today has been so bad that I don't wanna even mention it. I'm just gonna type and drink my cran-grape juice and post this next week cause at this point this week is just shot all to hell.

Disclaimer: -_-

Morning-time Mayhem

Nero let out a shaky breath, biting his lip lightly.

"Kyrie… I… I can't…" he managed and Kyrie turning him around so he faced her slowly.

"Why not?" she continued to look up at him through her lashes, he knew she was doing it on purpose, trying to rile him up so he'd say yes.

"Kyrie, I don't want to lose control. I don't want to hurt you." He said, avoiding her eyes in hopes that it would help.

"I trust you Nero," she said rather quietly, turning his face toward hers, forcing his eyes to meet her own. "I trust you." She said again, holding his cheeks to keep him there.

"But…"

"No buts. You have far more control than you think Nero, you _just _fed and I have more tolerance than you think." Her voice had a tone of finality to it as she rubbed tiny circles on his cheeks and then pulled him forward for a kiss. He hesitated for a second until she slid her tongue against his lips, the sensation causing him to open his mouth in a slight gasp, he felt her smirk against his lips and knew deep down that she had won. She always did, she was his princess and he was her knight in… well knight with the crazy glowing arm. He kissed her back. Hard. Their tongues tangled together in a fantastic dance that only the two of them could guess at. His fangs slid down from his gums before he could think to stop them and the songstress slid her tongue around one, capturing it with her lip and Nero could stop the low groan that slipped its way from his throat, he hadn't expected how sensitive that would be. Kyrie released it and pulled her head back with a grin.

"See, not so bad right?" she murmured. Nero pulled her mouth back to his.

"No more talking." He said against her lips, his hand clutching at the back of her head, tangling in her long hair and his Devil Bringer pulling their bodies flush together and she gasped at the contact. Their passionate kissing lasted for another minute before he picked her up and carried her to their shared bedroom and tossing her onto the bed. The redhead let out a surprised and delighted squeak when he crawled up after her and bent down to kiss her again before working his way down to her neck, licking and kissing at her pulse. The sensations of her rapidly beating pulse and smell weren't only appealing to his newfound hunger but he found himself rapidly growing more and more excited as well. The partial devil growled lightly, running his fangs along her pulse, feeling Kyrie's breath hitch.

The songstress was slightly startled when she felt Nero's teeth run along her neck and even more so when he looked back up at her with eyes that had begun to glow a burning red with the power from his demonic side. There was something addictive in that power and she couldn't help but wrap her arms around the back of his head and pull him in to another crushing kiss. This time though, after sliding her tongue along the sides of his fangs and sucking heavily on his tongue she arched her hips and flipped them over, straddling his waist and feeling how excited he was against her. He raised a brow at her and smirked.

"You doubt I can take a powerful devil hunter like you?" she teased, running a hand delicately along his cheekbone and Nero turned his face and kissed her fingers.

"Maybe, how many times have I had to rescue you after all?" he teased back and Kyrie scoffed, mocking hurt. Then grinned

"At least I didn't cry like a lost puppy." She teased back and was treated with the sight of her boyfriend, completely turned on and with heaps of demonic energy pumping through his veins, pouting at her.

"Aww…" she cooed gripping him with her thighs a little tighter "does the puppy miss his master?" with that the songstress pulled her shirt over her head and leaned down and kissed him, slowly rubbing her hips into his at the same time

"Oh god…" the partial devil whispered, this Devil Bringer flickering erratically as he attempted to follow her hips with his but she went up on her knees, preventing the contact. He collapsed back to the bed, breathing heavily. Nero didn't do anything to resist when his girlfriend pushed his own shirt over his head and bit his lip when she ran her tongue along the area along his collar bone and shoulder where human skin met demonic hide. Originally he thought it probably wasn't a bad idea to let her have control, it would make it easier to not hurt her but now he was regretting that choice, he hadn't thought about how much Kyrie would tease him and in hindsight it was glaringly obvious, she enjoyed doing so normally, why wouldn't she in bed? The redhead continued to work her way down his arm, the pulse flickering somewhere between the white hot of excitement and the burning amber of love and passion. He gasped when her tongue slid down the glowing pattern between the tough plates before working her way over to his abs. Nero couldn't help but giggled and twitch awkwardly when his girlfriend licked his belly button.

"Ticklish much?" she asked before repeating the action.

"Sto-op!" the partial devil giggled and Kyrie couldn't help but giggle as well and blowing a stream of cold air over his navel down to the edge of his sleep pants, hearing his breath hitch and seeing those eyes pulse a brighter red in excitement. She slid her hands over his pale hipbones before grabbing the hem of his sweatpants.

"Is this okay?"

A/N: Okay, so nothing makes me feel better than a massive cliffhanger XD sorry guys!

Till next time,

-Winged Element


	10. Love at Lunch

A/N: Man, I am having _so SO _much fun playing Infamous: Second Son right now… I keep taking over entire districts and obliterating DUPs cause I'm a badass like that :) I'm playing the good karma first cause well deep down I'm a good person… I think. That or I just wanna save the best for last and be completely evil the next time XD I was so mad a few minutes ago though cause I was one, _one _good act from completing my karmic streak and getting an orbital drop when I blew up a scanning station and accidentally killed a civilian… so mad… that orbital drop is sweet, it's an automatic "FUCK YOU BITCHES!" to all DUPs in the surrounding area… yup… that awesome… so if you have a PS4 (which I know most people do not) go buy Infamous: Second Son, you'll have a blast (quite literally too). I think you guys should expect a crossover with that in the future…

Disclaimer: All I own are copies of the games man…

Love at Lunch

"Y-yes…" Nero managed to spit out as Kyrie slowly pulled his pants down, revealing his erection to the cool air of the room. He felt her breath on his member and pushed his hips up, not quite willing to beg to be touched. Luckily he didn't have to as Kyrie took him in hand and slowly pumped him a couple times, the vampire sighed in relief, letting his eyes flutter closed before he felt Kyrie's mouth follow her small hands. He looked down at her and she pulled away for a moment, looking at him.

"Is this still okay?" she whispered, though she knew the answer by the way he'd pushed his hips up the second she'd stopped.

"God yes, just don't stop…" the partial devil said, Kyrie giggled at her boyfriend's desperation but bent back down to resume her work. Nero groaned and slowly tangled his hands in her soft red hair, trying as best he could not to push her or thrust up into her mouth. He didn't want to force her to do anything that she didn't want to… but it was hard. Occasionally she'd give his hips a good shove and glare at him and he'd control himself again for a while but it was hard… especially with the way she was sucking on him like that and the way she gripped whatever wasn't in his mouth…

"Kyrie… I…" she looked up at him questioningly and he managed to control his mouth long enough to say. "If you don't want to swallow, get off." He didn't mean to sound harsh and she knew it, instead she simply pulled off of him, finishing him off with her hand. Nero was left panting for a few moments after that, that was incredible… He felt his fangs throb and in the afterglow, flipping them over and lapping at his girlfriend's pulse didn't seem like that bad of an idea…

"Nero…" she mumbled, her voice sounding like an angel's to the partial devil's fine-tuned ears.

"Shh…" he said, staring her down with eyes still aglow, Kyrie paused for a moment before pulling him into a kiss. After they broke away she whispered into his ear.

"It's okay." The songstress then turned her head away, giving Nero full access to her throat which he immediately suckled at, feeling his hunger growing in his belly and throat, his fangs pulsed in time with her heart and the vampire couldn't help himself, he licked along her pulse one last time before sinking his fangs in slowly. Kyrie winced and let out a small squeak and Nero pulled away instantly.

"I'm sorry!" he said, he was about to apologize more but was slapped for his efforts.

"_Don't _apologize for what you are, I said it's okay so it's okay. I trust you, now get back over here." She tilted her head again and Nero felt himself drawn to the blood leaking out of the wound, he licked it and was drawn back into that extremely tantalizing taste and before he knew it, he was sucking hard at the wound, pushing more venom in as to not hurt her as much. When he pulled away though, he didn't anticipate quite _how _much venom he'd pumped into her veins… Kyrie was in a world of ecstasy and the second he pulled away her legs wrapped around his hips and rubbed up against him, surprising him with both her own excitement and his own. He hadn't realized how much her blood had turned him on in both its potency and the intimacy of the act itself.

"Please Nero…" she whispered, rubbing up against his bare arousal slowly. He didn't answer her verbally, simply pulled her bra and pants off and cupping one breast in his human hand, kneading slowly. "Yes…"

"You like that?" he whispered, feeling some of his own control go out the window. He was a little blood drunk, or at least it felt like it, he wasn't sure if that was possible…

"Yes… more… please more…" she managed to squeak out. Nero ground into her, feeling how wet she was, she had to be going crazy from watching him get off to being pumped full of his venom. Not being one to want to disappoint he slowly started to push inside, feeling his eyes roll back at the hot tight slick sensation. Kyrie winced lightly before pushing him in farther with her heels and moaning as the pain rolled into pleasure. She knew she didn't have long, not with how turned on she was, and not with the way she could see Nero with his eyes closed and mouth open. She pulled him down for a kiss and he started to move, shoving harder into her with each thrust, causing more and more melodic moans to fly from his girlfriend's lips.

"Oh god!" Kyrie seized up on one particularly hard thrust, her inner walls clenching around him and Nero followed her over the edge before collapsing on top of her, the two of them completely spent.

A/N: I hope I lived up to expectations!

Till next time,

-Winged Element


	11. Discoveries at Dinner

A/N: Oh boy… I just reread the last chapter and _damn_ now I wanna write more of that shit… but as much as I know you guys wouldn't complain I do have other plot points that I want to hit up :p Aaaaaaaand I also have the chance to possibly do that in the next chapter of the night XD anyway I should probably move on.

Disclaimer: I really wish I knew how to do this in Japanese already…

Discoveries at Dinner

Kyrie woke up slowly, feeling quite groggy, but still glowing from the activities from earlier. She shuffled slightly and gasped when she felt Nero lick along her neck, delicately running his fangs on the skin before gently kissing the spot he'd bitten gently.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hey," she responded, rolling over to face her boyfriend, who grinned at her. Kyrie couldn't help it, she started laughing at him.

"What?" he asked, tilting his head, causing her to laugh harder.

"You look so stereotypical, you still have blood on your chin."

"Huh?" Nero was confused.

"Hey, unlike you I did know what a vampire was, at least when it came to the movies, and in the movies they always look like you do right now." She kept giggling.

"Oh yeah?" the vampire rolled on top of her and grinned "Did any of them ever do this?" he started to lick and suckle at her neck, careful not to break open the scabs.

"Maybe…" the songstress gasped when he ran his fangs over her pulse again. "You hungry again?"

"Nah, just teasing." The teen moved back to her lips and began to kiss her passionately. This probably would've degraded further if not for the ringing of the doorbell. Nero looked up and sighed. "I suppose we have to go get that huh?" he asked and Kyrie nodded before saying.

"You probably want to wipe you face though." She grinned and Nero finally looked up into the mirror across the room to see the small amount of blood that had escaped him last night. He licked from his chin as best he could.

"Ew! That's gross!" Kyrie said as she watched him.

"I drink it, what's the difference?"

"I don't know… just… put some pants on and go answer the door while I get dressed." She commanded, Nero chuckled but did as she commanded, pulling on a t-shirt while he was at it before walking down the stairs and opening the door to see one of Kyrie's friends.

"Oh, hey Jennifer." He said with a smile, Jennifer smiled back.

"You got home alright I take it?" she asked

"More or less," the partial devil said, rubbing the back of his neck, Jennifer raised a brow but didn't question.

"Is Kyrie here? Or did she forget about our dinner date?" it was Nero's turn to raise a brow.

"She's here, do you wanna come in while you wait?"

"Sure." Jennifer had just taken off her shoes when Kyrie came down the stairs.

"Jennifer! Oh my gosh I forgot…" the songstress looked nervous and ashamed at the same time.

"That's not like you Kyrie." The blond said slyly "You get a little distracted by your boyfriend being back home?" her eyes wandered over Kyrie, inspecting, pausing on her neck before coming closer and inspecting again.

"Oh my gosh Kyrie, you kinky little…!" Jennifer's eyes were wide with sadistic delight as both Kyrie and Nero blushed deeply, the blonde turned to look at Nero and laughed at him swiping at his nose before noticing a trace of red that the devil had missed with his tongue.

"Ohhhh this is just too good, Kyrie I didn't know you had a thing for vampires." Jennifer said gleefully.

"Neither did I…" Kyrie mumbled, still blushing

"So is that just a devil thing that you wanted to bite her or…?" Nero blushed harder

"Kinda…"

"Nero had a little bit of an issue coming back home."

"What kind of an issue?" In response Nero simply bared his new fangs at Jennifer who responded with.

"Cool! I didn't know that you had fangs!" Nero sighed

"I didn't, well not that much anyway…"

"Wait so… Oh. My. God. You really are a vampire?!"

"You sound a little too enthusiastic about that." Nero said flatly. Jennifer simply giggled in response.

"A real live vampire, I knew that had to exist, I mean if demons exist… so you drank Kyrie's blood?"

"Yes."

"Did it taste good?" she asked and Nero paused and looked at Kyrie who was now looking at him with a sense of interest as well.

"Yes."

"That's a boring answer, come on, give me some details, how good?"

"…like the best thing that I've ever tasted, like if pure happiness had a taste." Nero mumbled, avoiding eye contact. Jennifer burst into loud laughter and Kyrie blushed again.

"Oh wow, I knew you weren't a man of words but really? Happiness?" Nero huffed and turned away.

"Hey I'm just teasing," she said patting the vampire on the shoulder "wait Kyrie isn't going to turn into a vampire now is she?"

"No." the partial devil grumped, walking off into the kitchen, leaving the two girls to giggle to themselves. Once he was presumably out of earshot Jennifer asked.

"How's he taking it though?"

"Pretty rough," Kyrie said softly "he doesn't trust himself to be able to manage it, probably because he had a rough start."

"What happened?"

"He got sick, he thought he was dying honestly, locked himself in the bathroom since he didn't really know what was happening to him and wouldn't come out until Dante came and busted him out.

"Poor thing…"

"This 'poor thing' can still hear you!" Nero shouted from the kitchen, coming back around the corner to see the girls. "Now are we going to have dinner or what?"

A/N: Not a particularly exciting chapter but I like the idea of one of Kyrie's friend's fangirling over Nero, I know I certainly would ;p

Till next time,

-Winged Element


	12. Sad Sunday

A/N: I should totally be getting in the shower but now I really am excited to write more of this XD maybe I will make it tonight before two am… hmm… anywho, I'll just jump right in, no reason not to right?

Disclaimer: I own DMC about as much as I own the concept of vampires.

Sad Sunday

Nero picked at the food sitting in front of him, disappointed in the flavor. It wasn't that Kyrie was a bad cook, she was actually pretty talented in the kitchen, she certainly had years of practice on himself and Credo. No this must be a side effect of his change and it was one that was extremely disheartening. Never again would he be able to truly enjoy his girlfriend's cooking… he sighed and Jennifer looked over at him, Kyrie noticed and looked as well, seeing the partial devil staring at his plate like a kicked puppy.

"Nero if you're not hungry you don't have to eat it." She said with a small grin.

"It's not that…" he said, still looking upset.

"Can you eat it?" Jennifer asked curiously.

"Yeah but it doesn't taste very good…" the hunter moped, twirling the fork around the alfredo again sadly. Kyrie made an amused face and Jennifer tried to hide her grin. Nero looked up and saw the mirth that was leaking out of the two women.

"What?" he said, he didn't find the current situation very funny at all.

"You just look so depressed about it." Jennifer said and Kyrie giggled.

"It's very depressing!" the vampire exclaimed "I will never be able to enjoy Kyrie's cooking the same way again!" both women were openly laughing now. "I don't see what's so funny about that…" he continued his mope.

"You're just like the typical guy," Jennifer laughed "thinking with your stomach first."

"She's right." Kyrie piped up between giggles. Nero sighed and shook his head, poking a lone noodle.

"Think about this," the blonde said "now you're able to enjoy your girlfriend's blood, something far more intimate and kinkier if you ask me." Kyrie blushed and Nero sighed again.

"I already liked the taste of blood as a quarter devil though, now it's just more… demanding. And normal food tastes like crap…" the hunter heard the girls whispering and looked up, trying to pick up their whispers but they stopped before he could interpret what they were saying.

"What?" he asked again.

"Oh nothing." Kyrie giggled, biting the edge of her lip in a way that Nero had long ago decided was adorable.

"What is it?" he asked again, now a little more curious.

"It's just that you look like a puppy when you mope and Kyrie and I were deciding how adorable it was." Jennifer said with a snicker.

"I do not look adorable!" the partial devil said adamantly, he was a man! Men did not look adorable!

"Yes you do." Kyrie giggled, effectively setting her boyfriend's cheeks ablaze.

"You guys are mean." Nero said, getting up and taking care of his plate, covering it in hopes that maybe he'd want it later, though he was sure that he was just kidding himself, and went upstairs, leaving the girls to their own devices.

He took the time to carefully clean out Red Queen and Blue Rose, checking each and every detail of his beloved weapons, they needed to be looked after too or one of them might fail him in a moment of need. Once that was done he made sure that all of his belongings were neatly put away and then lay down to take a nap.

-Blood and Bullets-

Nero woke to a hand gently stroking his bangs back from his face, he opened his eyes and saw Kyrie sitting above him, a grin gracing her pretty face. The demonic teen was about to speak up when he felt his fangs throb lightly. He ignored the sensation and smiled at her.

"Hey," she said softly

"Hey," he said back, clearing his throat at the scratchy sound that came out. Kyrie raised a brow at him.

"You okay?" she kept stroking his hair, the warmth from her hand seeping into his skin.

"Yeah," the vampire tried but felt himself nearly choke on his own breath when he inhaled.

"Nero?!" Kyrie's eyes widened in alarm as the hunter sat up and coughed loudly.

"I'm okay…" he managed after a couple more moments coughing "I just choked on my own spit…"

"…that's gross." The songstress said flatly, staring at her boyfriend in disgust.

"I'm sorry!" the partial devil said, "What did you think was happening?"

"I thought maybe you were getting sick again like you did before…"

"Oh…uh nope. Just some normal spit choking." Nero said before pecking his girlfriend on the lips.

"Hey! You just choked!" Nero grinned then growled playfully and flipped them over.

"But I'm starting to learn, I don't have to breathe." His grin was now predatory as his fangs slipped into view. It was Kyrie's turn to feel her breath hitch as Nero bent down and kissed her deeply, his tongue slipping past her lips after a moment and stroking against hers softly. Then the vampire felt his heart start back up in a rapid beat; he disengaged and sat up, baring his fangs and putting a hand to his chest coughing violently.

"Jeez Nero, did you do it again?" Kyrie asked with a small grin. He shook his head as pain started to burn in his shoulder. He couldn't manage to form words, simply grabbed her hand and put it to his chest so she could feel the rapid beat. The songstress' eyes widened as she felt it and realized that this was no laughing matter.

A/N: I just heard the cards against humanity thing that describes Dante to a T… I want to die having sex on top of a pizza… on a more interesting note I know where this story is going finally! Yeah!

Till next time,

-Winged Element


	13. Exciting Evening

A/N: I just reread my last chapter and my cards against humanity comment at the end… I forgot how funny that was…

Disclaimer: *shakes head*

Exciting Evening

"Nero, what's wrong?" Kyrie asked but the half devil couldn't speak past the burning in his shoulder and the throbbing in his chest. Suddenly having a heartbeat was painful beyond belief and he didn't know what to do about it. He yanked his shirt over his head, nearly bonking Kyrie in the face in the process with his swift movements, he flashed back to the moment that his shoulder had started warping, turning from peachy to grey to a blinding bright blue and from there to the state that it was currently in.

"Oh god…" the songstress whispered, staring at his shoulder in alarm, he looked down and couldn't see.

"What…?" he managed to choke out and turned to look in the mirror. The place where his Devil Bringer ended was red and inflamed, some of the strands of blue stretching farther than they normally did and some much much shorter than normal.

"Ah!" he yelped when it pulsed brightly, the strands stretching farther still. His hunger spiked and he hissed, baring his fangs and then it faded to what he was accustomed to as his normal demonic hunger for blood and death and then spiked into bloodlust again.

"Do you need blood?" his girlfriend asked, hand already on her knife. The partial devil shook his head then nodded then bit his lip.

"I… don't… know…" Kyrie didn't know what to do so she slipped behind him, propping his head up on her lap and held him still as best she could by herself. There were several more moments of writhing and twisting before he finally calmed, panting heavily.

"What just happened?" she asked softly.

"I don't know…" the teen answered with, and flinched lightly when there was a gentle touch on the point where his Devil Bringer ended and then traced into his collar bone.

"I doesn't go this far does it?" she asked and Nero sat up and looked in the mirror, some strands of blue snaked in as far as his collar bone and others were where they were before but overall it stretched much farther than it used to.

"No…" he whispered, tracing the blue flesh with a finger. He stared for a moment longer before turning to Kyrie.

"We need to call Dante again."

"He might not know what's going on." She warned.

"He's the best bet we've got right now." She nodded and ran downstairs to grab her phone. While she scuffled in the kitchen Nero continued to inspect his arm and shoulder. It wasn't that he'd never considered the fact that his Devil Bringer might expand, he'd even nervously brought it up to Dante once. The elder devil hunter had simply laughed at him but then a couple days later told him that it was not likely, at least not while he was triggered. He said that Trish had told him that it was likely that his arm had become the way that it was because it had helped heal a wound that his human genetics hadn't likely been able to heal at the time. But his trigger on the other hand would likely change as Dante himself had experience many changes to his trigger.

"Yeah, he's right here. Again, I'm sorry about the late hour." Kyrie came walking back in, already on the phone before nodding again and then handing the phone off to Nero who took it with a slightly trembling hand.

"What's up kid?" Dante asked, sounding serious for once.

"It's my Devil Bringer, it…"

"Hold on, Trish is here, I'm gonna put you on speaker so she can hear too." Nero waited patiently for a second, watching the trembles in his Bringer nervously.

"Hey Nero," came Trish's voice "what's up."

"My Devil Bringer's extending, but that's not the only thing." He said swiftly so he could finish without interruption. "My heart stopped when I became a vampire, you know that."

"Yeah." Dante said

"Well it started again and my bloodlust was going crazy…"

"Is it still beating?" Dante asked, and Nero put a hand to his chest, he hadn't noticed after the pain had faded.

"Yeah, very slowly."

"Is your bloodlust still crazy?"

"Not really."

"Is there anything else?" Trish asked. Nero clenched his fist to stop the tremors.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." There was silence on the other side of the line for a moment and then Dante said.

"Alright, you just hang tight, okay? We're gonna do some research and then we'll get back to you alright?"

"Yeah." Nero said, feeling slightly out of breath "That's fine."

"Put Kyrie back on for a second." The partial devil handed the phone to his girlfriend and she answered swiftly.

"What is it Dante?" Nero heard the half devil say

"Take good care of him."

"I will." She promised and then wished him a good evening.

-Blood and Bullets-

Back at Devil May Cry, both Dante and Trish rifled through book and book in the half devil's impressive collection, looking for anything that they might be able to find on vampires. Dante was honestly worried about the kid, he was a great friend and companion and a good partner. Particularly because he didn't constantly try to leech money off of him but he also had a great sense of humor and was fun to have around. The kid had been worried about his arm before but now it seemed his nightmares were coming true.

"Hey Dante…" Trish said, sounding worried "You might want to come take a look at this…" The half devil wandered over and scanned the page, his eyes widening.

A/N: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I IS EVIL! I've discovered the whole ending pretty much in the middle of a thought is much worse than even finishing the sentence. I apologize for my evilness but I can't help myself…

Till next time,

-Winged Element


	14. Manic Monday

A/N: Heh… don't kill me….

Disclaimer: ah…ahem…

Manic Monday

"Trish… What does this mean for Nero…?" the half devil whispered softly, staring at the words in blank horror.

"I don't know…" when the she devil mouthed this, Dante felt fear strike at his heart for the first time in a long time. He hadn't been this lost and confused since before his mission with Lucia, when he'd been grieving the true loss of his brother, at his own hands at that. What was he going to do if something happened to the kid? Whether he admitted it or not, the young devil was important to him, he was family, despite the fact that neither of them had looked into the matter the similarity in appearance and Nero's attachment to Yamato pretty much verified that they were blood, and close blood at that.

"We… we should tell him." Dante stood shakily, staring at his hands "Shouldn't we?" he looked at Trish and she nodded slowly handing him the phone. The Son of Sparda took a deep, uncertain breath and started dialing.

-Blood and Bullets-

Kyrie had sat, awake and concerned for the night and morning as Nero would go from seeming just fine to writhing in pain on the sheets, tearing at his own shoulder as his Devil Bringer stretched farther, spikes starting to push through his skin. Right now he seemed to be doing okay, sleeping softly on her lap. Kyrie petted his hair before bending down to kiss his forehead. Blue eyes opened slowly, ringed in by bright glowing red, the songstress pretended to not notice for his sake, he was already freaked out as it was. That is, until she noticed something while stoking his hair. Her wide eyes must've given her away because Nero raised a brow.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Nothing, nothing at all." She said softly, kissing him on the forehead, trying her best not to look worried.

"What?" he put his hand to his head, feeling where his girlfriend had had her hands and in turn feeling a lump form in his throat before stumbling upright to the mirror, pushing his hair aside to see the ivory white horns that were beginning to push their way out.

"Nero…" Kyrie whispered, she was worried and scared for the partial devil, he'd been through so much as it was…

"I… I'm turning into a monster…" he mumbled, wincing but still watching in morbid fascination as the spikes on his shoulder stretched out farther and the blue gained ground down his side and across his chest. He turned to look at Kyrie, his eyes a bright, bright crimson now the songstress held his gaze, raising a brow.

"Monster you may be but you are still my Nero. You're are still the little boy that would cry when he got sunburned and blush when I giggled. You're still the guy who'd go to hell and back to save me. Besides," she smirked, walking up to the partial devil, who took a hesitant step back, afraid that he'd lash out and hurt her. "blue's my favorite color." She pecked him on the lips when his back hit the wall and smiled up at him, trying to convey as much trust and comfort as she possibly could in one look. It was harder to read those burning crimson eyes but Nero was such an open book that his face still gave him away.

"But…" his voice had started to echo in the way that only a devil's would, Kyrie put a hand to his lips.

"Who better than a monster to face down the fiery depths of hell?" she questioned, a shapely brow tilted up. Nero sighed and hung his head, pressing his lips to her forehead, they stayed like that, wrapped in one another's arms for several moment before Nero coughed lightly.

"You okay?" Kyrie asked, pushing back and looking at him

"I'm fi-!" he suddenly choked, putting a hand to his chest and dropping to his knees, baring his fangs.

"Nero." He managed to look up at her before putting a hand to his chest and coughing again, his eyes closed and mouth open in a silent scream. She sat down in front of him, tilting her neck to one side and put her hands on both sides of his face, forcing him to look her in the eyes.

"Drink. Now." He closed his eyes again and shook his head. Kyrie sighed and bit her lip, pulling a piece of skin away deep enough for blood to well in the small cut. Nero's eyes flew open but it was too late, his girlfriend pressed her lips to his, the blood leaking from her to him and he immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body closer, taking a lick from her lip before lowering his head to her neck, kissing the rapid pulse and sinking his fangs in, letting the wondrous taste flow over his tongue and down his throat. He pulled away soon afterward, satisfied and began kissing his girl, his wonderful, accepting girl and she reciprocated in kind, moving to straddle his lap but he leaned forward, gently lowering her to her back. She traced the new ridges and bumps that decorated his right side as he decorated her with gently kisses. He was her tamed monster and she his goddess. The demonic teen was too lost in his pleasure that he didn't register the change from a still heart to a beating one, the pain was blended into the pleasure in an intoxicating mixture. Kyrie certainly noticed the burning eyes that watched her flood with a golden light that began to drown out the red and the horns beginning to peek from around his ears as he pushed up her shirt and flicked his tongue over her belly button. She noticed but could not find it in herself to care… That is until Dante's ringtone blared in the bedroom.

A/N: Heh…heheh….

Till next time,

-Winged Element


	15. Battle at Breakfast

A/N: And here we go again… typing in programming again… I love the fact that I can type while not looking cause then I can act like I'm paying attention :p And here we go

Disclaimer: Yeah, sure, whatever…

Battle at Breakfast

Kyrie put her hand to Nero's lips when he bent to kiss her again.

"I should get that." He sighed, the sound strange and distorted as his vocal chords were distorted but sat up, wiping the blood from his mouth as he did. As soon as she was able Kyrie shot upright and darted over to the phone.

"Hello?" she said

"Hey," Dante's voice came through the line and he sounded quieter and more serious than Kyrie had ever heard him.

"Did you and Trish find anything?" she was hoping, even though she knew that any info that was to be had on halfbreeds was limited to Dante and Nero himself and a few vague musty books that the Order kept and even those were in terrible condition.

"Yeah…"

"That's great! What'd you find?" Nero was watching her with those bright burning amber eyes, despite his changing appearance she could still tell that he was in pain, something in the way that he held his shoulders, how his fingers twitched. He was trying to be strong for her but he didn't have to, she put a hand on his leg and smiled at him, trying to get him to relax.

"Well…and trust me when I say that none of this is for certain."

"Dante, what is it?"

"It's impossible for a devil to be turned into a vampire…"

"And?" the songstress was confused as to what he meant by this.

"That means that a vampire's blood is poison to a devil, since Nero's partly human he might live but then again…" Kyrie's eyes shot over to her boyfriend, staring at him with wide shocked eyes.

"he might not…" there were a few moments of silence in the room and then Dante said softly "Trish and I are gonna come up there, see if there's anything we can do…"

"Oh-okay…" the songstress mumbled, shocked, the phone went dead and fell from her hand, she didn't know what to do, how could she explain this to the terrified boy next to her?

"What did he say?" Nero asked, tilting his head, the horns were a little more prominent now and the blue running down his side was beginning to get covered up by dark red armored plates, much like his arm.

"He…" Kyrie hesitated, she didn't want to tell him, but neither did she want to lie to him.

"Kyrie." Nero said flatly. "I know that whatever it is, it isn't good. I can handle it, just tell me."

"Dante said that… that vampire blood is poison to a devil…"

"So it might kill me…" the partial devil concluded on his own, looking down at his hands.

"Nero I'm so sorry…" Kyrie put a hand on his cheek, her boyfriend closing his eyes and leaning into the touch when she did and let off a soft, weak chuckle.

"Honestly I'm not that surprised, I've felt like I've been dying since the moment I got back to Devil May Cry the night that I got bit. What happens happens, it was no one's fault 'cept my own." The songstress looked at him with wide surprised eyes.

"Are you… just giving up?" the vampire's eyes flew open with surprise at that comment.

"What? What made you think that?"

"You just seem so down…" it was then that Nero tentatively put his hand beneath Kyrie's chin, tilting her face up to meet his.

"Listen to me and listen to me well and good, I'm gonna fight this, I'm a devil hunter, that's what I do, I fight and I fight hard, it's in my blood to do so. Just cause I'm mopey and hurting doesn't mean that I'm gonna give up." With that he pecked her lightly on the lips and she smiled at him, hopeful. She leaned into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. After a few moment she asked

"Are you still hurting?"

"A little, but nothing that I can't handle." He kissed the top of her head, trying to ignore the discomfort growing in his lower back.

"Where does it hurt?" the redhead asked

"It's in my back…" It was starting to escalate into actual pain now.

"Turn over, let me see." She said and he obeyed, lying down on his stomach on the bed, Kyrie straddled over his hips and gently running a hand down his spine, looking at the progress the red armored plates and the softer blue scales had made, they ran nearly all the way across his back now. She felt his muscles jump when she was about halfway down his back.

"Does that hurt?" she asked, touching the spot again, feeling a rather large bump and another parallel to it on the other side of his spine. Nero sucked his breath in through his teeth when she touched it.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes." She said and he nodded. Kyrie stroked his hair in comfort before taking her thumbs and beginning to work loose the muscles at the base of his skull. Instantly Nero began to relax a little more, especially when she started to get close to where human skin met demonic hide. The songstress found herself thinking about Dante's demonic form and when the demonic teen beneath her twitched and reached for his back (to which she swatted his hands away) she thought of something.

"Nero? Doesn't Dante's Devil Trigger have wings?" she asked and Nero tensed.

"Shit."

A/N: I know this makes the chapter a tad bit short but I couldn't help but leave it at that. :3 So now we know why Nero's devil side is freaking out! Yay! Well sort of, cause it's not a good reason…

Till next time,

-Winged Element


	16. Morning Time Mania

A/N: Hello once again to all my wonderful readers, have I told you guys how much I love you guys? Cause I do, I just think sometimes I need to remind you all of that :) I feel so bad right now cause my boyfriend is having a really bad day, his car has been having problems and he just found out that the repairs are going to be mucho expensive and he hasn't been able to get around to doing any homework yet today, and when you're an engineer and don't have time to do homework, trust me, it's not pretty, you're looking at a long night in front of you. For example: It's two in the afternoon and I've had three classes but still have worked in a prelab and all of my Japanese homework, now I have time to write fanfiction. I think I'll make him something yummy for dinner… hmm…

Disclaimer: I barely own enough food to last me two weeks… and coffee… heavenly coffee…

Morning Time Mania

"Shit!" Nero said again, louder this time and reached for his back once more, which caused Kyrie to grab his hands and put them under her knees.

"Stop touching it!" she commanded and the partial devil tried to relax underneath her, he didn't want to accidentally hurt her.

"It… hurts…" he ground out through his teeth, the feeling was like something was pushing and tearing at his back, which is kind of exactly what was happening, the vampire supposed. It was at that moment that he felt his heart stop and his fangs start pounding with the beat of Kyrie's. His sudden intake of air and massive twitch must've alerted her to what was happening.

"Nero?" she asked, gently getting off of his back, he immediately sat up, eyes closed and a hand over his mouth. The songstress put a hand to his back and could feel him trembling, it must hurt terribly, she thought, Nero was tougher than anyone she knew, perhaps excluding Dante. He had told her, after much prompting on her part, the stories of what had happened while she'd been captured during the Savior incident, she knew that he had spat in Agnus' face while being impaled to the wall, a fact that she had been particularly proud of him for, no one liked that slimy scientist anyway. Now he was curled up in a ball and nearly in tears from the pain that was tearing apart from the inside.

"It's gonna be okay," she said softly, stroking his back gently, trying to be comforting without causing him more pain.

"Please… leave…" he managed in-between waves of striking bloodlust.

"What?"

"Please… just leave…"

"Nero, I'm not leaving you alone to deal with this, you're not going to scare me or hurt me or whatever silly thing is crossing your mind right now. Trust me, you're going to be fine. I'm going to be here to support you the whole way." He shook his head, his eyes had faded from the bright amber to red once again.

"Please… I don't want… you to… see me like this…" Kyrie's face softened and she pushed his sweaty bangs from his forehead.

"Come on, it'll be just fine, I'm not going to judge your manliness or anything stupid like that. You're the strongest person I know." The demonic teen didn't have the chance to respond before he curled up again, trying to get away from the pain of his body doing war with itself. His demonic side was trying to take over and rid his human genetics of the vampire virus and the vampire virus was trying to do the same thing, it truly was a war within him. Is there any way I can possibly come out of this okay? He wondered, because if the demon rids me of the vampire virus will I be able to become human again? And if the vampire overcomes the demon I won't be human either… or will the pain overcome me at some point as both sides take out one another…? He curled in further, feeling pain spike in his back and then the pressure that had been there before receded and he assumed that the scales were disappearing from his back and stomach. The partial devil let out a low keening sound and Kyrie felt a tear run down her own cheek as she could do nothing but watch.

-Blood and Bullets-

It was probably nearing midnight now, Kyrie had run down to the kitchen and grabbed her boyfriend some water at one point and a cool washcloth at another but hadn't left his side beyond that. Not much had changed since that morning, he had hadn't gotten any more demonic than he'd been this morning and neither had he gotten any more human than he'd been this morning, he was shifting back and forth less and less now and it was worrying the songstress. She was sure that the pain and changing were taking their toll on him, she just wanted him to make it out of this alive. It didn't matter to her if he was human, demon or vampire, she loved him no matter how he was, but he had to make it that far first. There was a knock on the door downstairs and she ran down to grab it, hoping that it was Dante but it was only a young guard on patrol.

"Ma'am are you okay?" he asked "I heard shouting." He explained. It was then that Kyrie knew for certain that this man was new, anyone else that heard shouting coming from their house would pass if off, knowing that Nero could get loud from time to time, they didn't like it but it certainly didn't cause for any worry.

"Everything is fine." She said, hoping that he would take that and leave. He didn't.

"Are you sure?" he asked

"Yes, my boyfriend is upstairs, I think he just messed up…" she trailed off as she saw the guard's eyes widen. She turned and saw Nero standing on the stairs, eyes devoid of any reason.

A/N: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Till next time,

-Winged Element


	17. Emotional Evening

A/N: Hey guys, sorry about the long wait, it's been an emotional rollercoaster the past couple of weeks, anywho I'll get started now.

Disclaimer: QIEQPUOIAVNAOQRIJU!

Emotional Evening

"Nero?" the songstress asked, but the only sound that came out of the young man's mouth was a deep rooted growl.

"Ma'am get back." The guard said, grabbing her arm, this caused another vicious snarl to rip its way out of her boyfriend's throat

"Sir, you have to let go of me." She said softly

"No ma'am, I can handle a single demon." He said, despite her efforts, pushing her behind him, it was then that Nero leapt forward, in the same moment a red streak dashed past them and clashed with the partial devil. Kyrie blinked and was slightly startled and confused to see Dante clashing blade to claw with Nero. Her brain then put two and two together and realized that the red streak had been the older slayer running past. Now the guard didn't know what to do, there was a man fighting the devil but he had certainly never seen said man before. But before he could decide what to do about all of this his head was making a personal acquaintance with the ground.

Kyrie sighed and hauled the man over to the couch, propping him up and deftly avoiding the fight that was taking place along the staircase. Thank god for the self defense that Nero had been teaching her since the Savior incident… by the time that his was done she looked over and Dante had a pretty good hold on the partial devil, who apparently didn't like being restrained.

"What happened?!" Dante asked, wincing as Nero kicked him none too kindly.

"I don't know…" she whispered "he seemed to be going back and forth from more devil to more vampire, I don't know why he lost it…"

"Probably got too painful, his instincts took over, the first one being to protect his mate."

"He considers me his mate?" she asked with a raised brow, Dante gave a strained chuckle.

"Who else?" he grunted when the demonic teen slammed his head back, effectively breaking his nose. "Punk, when are you gonna calm the fuck down?" he growled, tightening his grip.

"What should we do?" the songstress asked, hovering around the two, wary of getting too close but wanting to help in some way.

"No fucking clue, try talking to him." Dante was quickly losing patience with the punk squirming in his arms.

"Nero?" Kyrie asked, looking up into her boyfriend's eyes, he seemed to stop squirming for a moment and Dante tentatively loosened his grip. The second he did the teen shot forward, pushing Kyrie to the ground and sinking hungry fangs into her neck.

-Blood and Bullets-

It was so good… so warm… Nero sighed at the sensation and then opened his eyes and panicked. He'd bit Kyrie! He hadn't even meant to… the teen released her and backed up frantically, what on earth was that…? He curled up in a ball and looked at his hands, curse that night. Curse the night that that woman had attacked him… damn that vampire virus… Seconds after thinking this his shoulder and chest started to burn.

Kyrie sat up, a hand going to her neck to put pressure on the wound to help stop the bleeding, as she did Nero let out a pained sounding grunt, curling in tighter on himself. She could only imagine what was going through his head right now… he had to be blaming himself. She crawled over to him and put a hand to his back, feeling the sharp protrusions that had been there before as the start of his wings. Dante dropped to one knee next to the couple and saw the symmetrical points where the skin was stretched and bruising quickly.

"Damn…" he muttered "C'mon kid, you can work through this…" Nero sucked in a breath through his teeth as the horns started coming back in.

"Breath Nero…" Kyrie said softly, gently touching his shoulder, the second she did he let out a pained yell, the wings beneath his skin twitching spasmodically.

"Hold him down." Dante said quickly, grabbing the teen's other shoulder and pushing it down, forcing the partial devil to his stomach on the floor. "He's going to achieve a full Devil Trigger, his demonic side's fighting off the vampire virus, the first time it hurts like a bitch." Kyrie helped to hold her boyfriend to the floor and he yelled and squirmed, attempting to reach back behind himself and tear at the painful monstrosities that were trying to push their way out of his skin.

"Nero, it's going to be okay…" the songstress tried, seeing as Dante was murmuring similar encouragements she renewed her efforts. Finally Nero gave a loud scream, there was a soft popping sound and two fantastic red wings snapped open, pulsing with golden veins as they twitched and fell flat, nearly hitting Dante and Kyrie on the way down. The partial devil was still now, the transformation still overcoming him but luckily he'd fallen unconscious after that last bit. Kyrie looked with fascination at the dark blue backside of the wing that lay next to her, she gently ran a hand over its surface, surprised and amazed at how warm it was and the feeling of Nero's rather frantic heartbeat pulsing in the thin membrane. She smiled then darted over to the kitchen and grabbed a washrag and wet it in the sink, running back over to Dante and Nero, and softly began wiping the fluid and sweat from the poor partial devil's body.

"Here, let me help." Dante said, offering a hand. Kyrie smiled and handed the rag over, returning moments later with another.

"You know… he's going to have a rough time with this." The half devil said, knowing the kid, he'd blame himself for hurting Kyrie and who knows how long it take him to forgive himself for that alone.

"I know, I may be calling on your assistance again just to kick him out of the mood, you certainly have a way of riling him up." Dante chuckled

"It's a special talent of mine." He was quiet for a moment before adding. "He's lucky to have you y'know…"

A/N: I think there may be just one more chapter of this and then that'll be it. Thanks so much for sticking with me!

Till next time,

-Winged Element


	18. Wonderful Wednesday

A/N: Hey everyone, I do believe that this is the last chapter of the non-yaoi version of Blood and Bullets… to say that I've enjoyed this would be a massive understatement, I never thought just changing one thing and rewriting a story would be so much fun or change so many things about the tale itself and I just wanted to say thank you so much for watching, it's been fantastic to have you guys here and I'm glad I could provide some enjoyment for all of you :)

Disclaimer: Some authors put sappy thank you's at the end of books but I don't think _I've _ever seen one in a game…

Wonderful Wednesday

It was hours later that someone stirred, though it was not the person that Kyrie and Dante hoped would. It was the young guard whom the songstress had knocked unconscious and the two had quite promptly forgotten about, as they say, out of sight, out of mind. So when he began to shuffle and let out a small groan two sets of confused and startled eyes turned to him.

"Shit…" Dante muttered "You want me to knock him out again?" Kyrie rolled her eyes and walked over to the man, once he opened his eyes, she said.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He blinked and looked at her again before looking wildly around the room, luckily Nero was out of sight, though just barely.

"Where… what happened?"

"Whoa, slow down…" Kyrie put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "I found you asleep outside my house and thought I'd bring you in from the cold."

"But… but there was a loud noise and a demon…" he continued to look around the living room and foyer, utterly lost and confused.

"I'm afraid you must've been dreaming, you _were _shuffling around an awful lot." She said with a small, sympathetic smile.

"Was I…?" it was then that the young man's training kicked in and he cleared his throat, looking rather ashamed and embarrassed. "Well I better be back off to the streets, my commanding officer is probably wondering where I am. I am so sorry for all the trouble I must've caused you." He bowed his head slightly, likely to hide the blush on his cheeks.

"Oh it was no trouble at all, can I get you a cup of coffee for the road? It might help you stay awake." She winked lightly and the man blushed further.

"No, no, but thank you for the offer, I'll just be off now." The songstress walked him to the door and made sure he started down the street before closing it and sighing heavily against the sturdy wood.

"Damn… Nero know that you can lie through your teeth like that?" Dante whistled, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

"Trust me, that boy knows _all _my tricks." The redhead laughed and Dante couldn't help but grin, no wonder the kid had fallen for this girl, she was something else once you got past that shy and quiet exterior.

"_What tricks…?_" it was Nero's voice, but distorted, more demonic than was typically normal of his old devil trigger. The slayer and the songstress looked over to see Nero's eyes flash open, despite the difference in appearance, the confusion shone through clearly in them. Kyrie watched as he flexed his hands before bringing them in front of his face, horror and surprise causing him to sit up with a jolt and look down at himself.

"_W-what is this…?_" he managed, attempting to look over his shoulder at the wings on his back.

"It's your devil trigger kid, your full one." Dante explained calmly, the kid was confused and scared, not that Dante could blame him in the slightest, once he'd finished up the crazy fiasco with the Temen Ni Gru and the adrenaline and sadness faded, he'd been in the same boat.

"_But…_" Nero really didn't know what to do about any of this.

"I think it's really quite cool." Kyrie said, running a hand over the sensitive interior of the teen's new wings and he let out a startled yelp as it twitched.

"_What the hell?!_" he demanded, swiveling back and forth trying to get a good look at the new appendages.

"They're wings kid, you're not going to have perfect control of them right away." Dante snickered

"_How do I… go back?_" Nero asked with the tiniest of tremors in his voice, the half devil was sure that Kyrie hadn't even noticed it but he knew the kid and the partial devil was afraid, afraid that he'd never be able to be human again.

"First of all you have to relax." Dante said, putting a hand on the younger's shoulder. "Focus on your heartbeat, okay, got it?"

"_Got it…_" Nero closed his eyes and a moment later found the release, it really wasn't much different at all from his old trigger, it was just in his fear and confusion he'd been unable to find it.

"There you go." the older slayer smiled. "How do you feel? Any blood thirsty thoughts?" the teen shook his head.

"No more than I ever did before."

"Well then, I'd say that everything's good on this end, in which case, I'm headed back home. I need a solid nap and some time not spent traveling. Am I good to leave?" Kyrie smiled

"I think you are, thanks for everything Dante." She said, standing to hug the older slayer goodbye, he grinned and gave a quick wave for good measure and headed out the door. Once alone Kyrie turned back to her boyfriend.

"Feeling better?" she asked

"Yeah…" he said, though he turned away when she went to touch his face.

"Then what's wrong?"

"I hurt you…" the partial devil muttered, unable to face her. That is, until she grabbed his cheeks and forced him to face her.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" she grinned and squished his cheeks in. He couldn't help but smile when she did this.

"I know." He hesitated for a moment before giving her a quick peck on the lips "I love you."

"I love you too."

A/N: Yay for another sappy ending! There may be more to this someday but then again, there may be more to many of my tales, in any case I hope to see you all again in the next adventure!

Till next time,

-Winged Element


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Devil May Cry, Horror, Romance