Hey there ;) this is the first chapter of my first story so i hope you like!

I do not own anything, Dante and all the rest belong to Capcom.

Enjoy!

Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need

Soft handsome lips caressed the glass as he downed another drink. It didn't burn like it should have, but after all he was no human. Strobe lights lit up the dank club like fireworks in the pitch black, dancers twirled around poles like butterflies and the liquor seemed to never end. Yet despite all this, he just wanted to go home and go to sleep.

Most nights Dante would leave with a girl, or three on his arm but tonight he just didn't feel up to it. As of late he had been bored with his usual routine of wake up, eat, hunt, drink, screw, sleep and repeat.

His twin brother Vergil didn't know what had gotten into him, and neither did he. The usual women he was accustomed to bedding almost every night just held no interest for him.

Dyed hair, plucked eyebrows, tanned to the complexion of oompa-loompas and clothes leaving nothing to the imagination all stopped being sexy a small while ago.

With another shot down, Dante ran a hand through his ruffled ebony hair and left his seat at the bar.

"Leaving so soon Danny, baby?" Asked the scantily clothed bartender.

"Yeah… thanks." He threw down a few bills on the bar and turned away.

"You have a good night Sug'."

"Yeah will do."

And with that said he left the fireworks, the butterflies and the never-ending liquor for the cool dark night air.

He didn't get that far when the bad feeling crept under his skin. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and raised goose bumps all over his flesh. His demon was pacing back and forth in his mind, hackles raised, growling like a hulking black wolf, whose territory had been compromised.

That's when he heard it.

"Please. Help. Help me, please"

It was a woman's voice, thick with hurt and despair. But those words weren't spoken out loud.

"What the fuck" Dante thought out loud.

He looked around, fully aware of his surroundings. There wasn't a soul in sight. He turned down the nearest alley, to find nothing but a rats lazing in garbage cans.

'They're finally stocking some strong shit' He thought to himself, referring to the usually weak alcohol back at the club.

Nevertheless, he made sure that all his senses were fully aware as he made his way back to the house.

Due to the fact that he was continuously stopping to check down ever dark alley he walked past, he made it back later than he would have liked. He also walked much slower, his mind occupied with that voice. It was soft and girlish, but what got him the most was how real it was, as if it were whispered in his ear. But there was no one around; it was spoken to his mind.

'Wait what?' He thought to himself. ' People don't just speak to minds, what the fuck did that bartender give me?'

It wasn't like Dante to randomly dream up strange voices when he was asleep, let alone whilst he was awake. He was definitely unnerved by what was happening in his mind.

'I probably just need to get laid' He mused. Finally, he reached his house and unlocked the door.

"Hey I'm home!" He called out. He learned that it was always good to alert Kat and Vergil to his arrivals the hard way.

"Dante." Vergil greeted him. "Back so early?" Vergil was sitting in his chair, reading some drab book.

"They were all ugly. Trust me." Dante stated simply. They both knew it wasn't true though, the girls were just the same as usual. It was Dante that was different.

"Are you troubled, brother?" His fine snowy white brow rose in question. It was a little odd how they were twins, yet they were polar opposites in a lot of aspects. Dante with his messy black hair, and his uncaring wiseass demeanour compared to Vergil, with his snow-white tidy locks, his patience and his understanding.

"No." That was Dante, straight to the point.

"Okay then.. If you ever need anything-" "I'm fine Verge. Seriously." Dante cut him off.

He shuffled up the hallway to his room. When he opened the door, he was greeted with the smell of beer and pizza grease. Yummy.

He shed his clothes as he made his way to his bed, collapsing down onto the messy, twisted sheets. He was already asleep by the time he half-heartedly kicked off his boots.

It was very, very odd for Dante to dream of odd voices. Yet this time the voice had a face.

She was pretty. Her white blonde hair was natural, unlike the girls that worked in the clubs. It fell in long, sweet curls, framing her face. She had big stormy blue eyes with long, thick lashes, pink pouty lips and soft pale skin. Yet the dried up blood on her cheek and forehead tainted her pretty image, and the thin trails of tears down her face disrupted the dirt and dust in their wake.

"Please." His heart constricted in his chest.

"Please help me. Help me." Her voice, so beautiful, was terrified. Yet her big eyes held a spark of determination, a small glimmer of hope. Until, she gasped and opened her lips in a scream.

So this is the first chapter, a little boring, i know. But it'll get better i promise!

Any criticism is gladly welcome! After all, this is my first story!

There'll be lemons in later chapters too ;) so stay tuned!