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EDIT - corrected spelling and punctuations errors.

Prologue

'Cause your hope is gone And every answer fades away - Ellie Goulding

Father never had been one for explaining his actions. Nor had he been the one to explain why I currently stood in front of a rather dirty looking building. The dimly lit and somewhat broken sign that was ironically placed above the door of the shop read 'Devil May Cry'. Located a bit out of the main city, the dingy place looked like to couldn't bare life.

"Father must have dropped me off at the wrong place," I muttered purely to myself as I slumped down to sit on my standing suitcase. All the while I rummaged through my coat pocket to locate my mobile phone.

Giving a huff I reluctantly rang my father. Sometimes I wonder what that man is doing. What am I talking about? By sometimes, I mean all the time. I couldn't even tell you if he was just over-worked, unwilling or simply doesn't care. That man was a pure mystery to me, how mother ever fell for him is beyond me.

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Growling, I hung up my phone and stuffed the small contraption back into my pocket before resting my head in my hands with my elbows propped up on my knees. Breathing slowly in and out I tried to relax my over growing temper. Today was just not my day.

Earlier that morning, after I had prepared breakfast for myself and my family which include; mother, father and elder brother. After we had finished father made his announcement.

"Efa, my child. I need to discuss what we are going to be doing with you over the holidays," My father stated.

"We had agreed that I stayed with Aunty Bee," I responded as I stopped collecting the empty plates.

"Yes, " he paused, "However it would seem I have caused a bit of trouble and have somehow got you involved. I need you to be more protected."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"Yeah dad, the hell is wrong with you?" My brother spoke up before hefting a small chuckle, "I thought everything you did was to protect us. So why bring your daughter into it?"

As annoying as my elder brother can be, he can also be incredibly caring and his hint of apprehension was not missed by me in his voice.

"It was not my intention I assure you," he said as he stood, "Efa, you are to pack what you need for at least a month. I will give you enough money, to see you through if you should stay longer."

"But father," I started as I stood slamming my hands on the table.

"Silence," he shouted, "you will do as I say without question,"

I gulped before nodding and retaking my seat. Father can be scarier than any bedtime monster when he wanted to be.

"You will be staying with an acquaintances of mine. He owes me a favour." I nodded as he revealed the details.

Hefting a sigh at the memory, I stood and prepared myself for whatever was in that building. Grabbing my suitcase I dragged it up to the front door. The tiny wheels that it was leaning on protested the weight with the squeaking it did as it rolled over the rough terrain.

Pausing at the entrance, I debated with myself on whether to knock or to find elsewhere to stay. Just as I made up my mind the front door opened revealing a rather tall man dressed in red.

"Well you must be the little miss that Richard has asked me to look after," he spoke as I stared up at him. His white hair stood out the most about him, it adorned his face in a rather messy manner. His eyes, blue in colour, held a hint of mischief, regret and caring. The long red trench coat barely skimmed the floor as it covered his rather big but muscular big. He wore a simple black shirt button half up underneath the coat. His legs were covered with dark brown jeans which were carelessly stuffed into black combat looking boots.

I straighten up before answering him, "If you are in fact the name called Dante then yes, I am the 'little miss' that you are expecting." I held out a hand for him, "My name is Efa," he looked at me with wide eyes before relaxing and looking at my hand. He roughly shook it as he took hold of it.

"No need for formalities babe," he grinned baring his white teeth at me before stepping aside, "Come on in, Verge is just dying to meet you,"

I stopped short in my tracks when he mention someone, "I thought I was under your care?"

"Yeah well," he pushed the door closed and leaned on it, blocking my exit, "I'm not really the type to babysit and let's face it, if I can't touch it, then I can't promise I won't be tempted. so by that I think it be best you stayed with Verge,"

"Does my father know?" I looked at him horrified. I'm already in a horrible predicament and now it has been made worse.

"Yah-no," he shook his head, "no he doesn't but it's still my favour,"

"So why am I not staying with you?" I questioned as he rose an eyebrow.

"Because babe, you're a little cutie and I can't promise I won't have a go at you," he stood up from leaning on the door and walked passed me over to what I presumed was his desk. An almost exact replica of him stood by it, except he was dressed in blue and not red, his hair was also pushed back out of his face revealing his well sculptured face.

However, where Dante's eyes and posture was welcoming, this 'Verge' was someone I wanted to run from. Nothing but murder and anger filled his eyes as he stared at me. I struggled to gulp as I suddenly let out a gasp, I hadn't realised I was holding my breath.

"Efa, this is Vergil," Dante stated placing a hand on the blue males shoulder.

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