Due to a LOT of requests for more Vergil, I have changed my mind...

The idea was 3 stories. Bleed For Me, Twisted, and Redemption. They were to follow along side the games, with Twisted being after DMC3 and before DMC1. This means Vergil is a no show, being "dead" as far as Dante knows. However, popular demand is asking for more Vergil and I can't deny so many people...lol Technically speaking, Redemption is the true "sequel" because it is the return of Vergil.

So, I will continue to write Twisted for posting later, but the next story in the series you see will be Redemption. I've already began calculating how it will go. It's very hard, because there are several really good "Vergil return" stories already on this website! (The Little Things that Give You Away being my favorite!) I'm trying hard to put something together that doesn't overlap into those stories. So we'll see how this goes.

Finally, I have added more onto this chapter. Seems people were thinking that I was trying to make a Dante/Amy story, and I'm not. Amy is Vergil's, and she would never go for Dante...lol This is more me, being a Dante fan, having fun messing with them. I love it when they bicker, but I also see a lot of potential from them to learn from one another. That is why I have them switching bodies. Yes, Amy and Dante are in one another's bodies in Twisted. I may need to rewrite a bit, because it isn't obvious from what I put up which is why I'm lengthening this chapter without giving too much away.

So hopefully we'll see Chapter 1 of Redemption soon. Until then, drool and giggle over Dante and Amy not knowing how to handle what this author is throwing at them! lol

Bleed For Me - Twisted

Preview

Uh oh... Dante thought as he stirred from sleep. He could feel a warm body beside him and he couldn't remember how he got there. He knew from the moment he moved that he, and she were naked, and he couldn't remember how he'd got that way. He also wondered if he could sneak out before this nights paramore would notice him gone. If he had hooked up with a girl in a drunken stupor that didn't entitle him to call her later, did it?

He slowly got up off the bed, all the while watching the lump that lay under the covers beside him. He thought the room looked oddly familiar, but that wasn't the pressing matter at the moment. He slowly walked through the shadowed room, as the curtains were still drawn, and found his clothes scattered on the floor. Must've been a good night. He smirked, feeling a bit dissapointed. Wish I could remember it...

As he leaned over to pick up his pants he suddenly heard movement from across the room. Had she woken? He turned back to the bed where the exposed torso of man was now clearly visable. Dante went rigid as he looked towards the bed, because the head laying on the pillow had a mop of silver white hair. HIS hair...

With a intake of horror he stifled a "What the fuck" and ducked into the nearest bathroom. He closed the door softly and took a step back from the door like it might attack him. I'm seeing things, that's all. He thought. It must've been the shock of Vergil's death finally catching up with him. Yup, that had to be it. He turned to the sink, turned on the water and began to drench his face with it. As he went to bend over again however a long auburn strand fell over his shoulder. It made him shiver, but it also made him look down. His eyes grew wide as he realized a vital organ was missing down south and he had inherrited breasts.

His head shot up to the mirror and he almost screamed as he saw Amy's face gawking back at him.

"What happened?" He croaked, and found that his voice was no longer deep but feminine. The only thing that seemed to remain was the blue of his eyes. Suddenly he heard a loud shatter from the room he'd just left. He opened the door slightly to peak through, but just as soon as he'd opened it someone came rushing in and he smacked into a flat, solid chest.

"YOU!" The chest seemed to vibrate as a snarl he recognized as his own hit his ears. He looked up into cold green eyes.

"Amy?" Dante asked, finding it odd to be calling his image by a different name. Amy grabbed hold of his shoulders and pushed him against the bathroom wall.

"What did you do?!" She screamed at him. Dante was suddenly very sympathetic to all the people he had ever done this to, because now he had to feel it in a human body. His shoulder blades screamed in protest as they hit the hard tile.

"N-now Amy! In that body you can't hit a woman, it's a RULE!" He heard her voice yelp as it came out. I don't yelp damnit!

"You AREN'T a woman!" She protested. "But you will be when I'm finished with you!" She let go of his shoulders and stood back with her arms crossed against the wide expanse of her chest.

"I'm glad to see you again too." He said akwardly. Amy suddenly went bright red, and threw a towel at him.

"Cover me up you perve!"

Dante noted how queer that sounded coming from his mouth, but he wrapped the towel around his waist out of habit.

"All of me." She groaned, lifting the towel up so nothing was left exposed but his legs and shoulders.

"I'm not use to this." He said akwardly, then grinned at her. "You're not exactly well covered yourself."

She looked at him confused and Dante pointed downward to discover where his lost appendage had dissapeared to. Amy looked as if she hadn't even noticed, but suddenly backed away as if doing so would remove it from her. Dante barked out a laugh, that annoyingly came out as a giggle, and threw another towel at her. She quickly wrapped it up under her arms.

"Aren't you going to yell at me for running around naked in your skin?" She asked him as they left the bathroom.

"Why should I? It would be a shame to cover it up." He said, sitting on the bed.

"Dante, what is going on? Why am I in your body, and you're in mine?" Amy looked like she might pass out. Dante wasn't paying attention though, she was acting so...girly in her movements, in my body, that it was disturbing to view.

"You have a hand in this, I just know it!" She said exasperatedly as she sat on the bed next to him. Again he couldn't help notice he was shorter than her. Well this is just odd. "You already got me fired from my job the last time I saw you, and now HOW am I supposed to explain..." She fumbled her arms in the air, as if trying to find the right word to describe what had happened to her.

"If your boss is female, I could think of one way."

Amy punched him hard in the arm and he let out a groan. "Oh yes, how I've missed this." He said sarcastically, rubbing his shoulder. Then to his horror, she began to cry. "No! There is no crying in my body!" He yelled, turning her to face him. "I will fix this, OK? Just don't cry, you'll scar me for life."

At that moment though there was a knock on the door.