Note: I thought I'd do something for Halloween and DMC was the first thing to come to mind. I didn't come up with this until near the end of the month but hopefully it's to everyone's liking.

Disclaimer: I don't own DMC. I'm just writing for it.

Ch. 1 The Errand Boy

Vergil found himself in the local cemetary, on Halloween no less. He removed a piece of paper from his coat pocket and carefully looked over the contents. Tarantula? Check. Badly misshapen pumpkin? Check. Freddy Krueger glove? Check. A REAL dug up corpse?

"Curse you, Dante!"

Vergil cringed at the the last item on his list and started to hate his brother for sending him on these "errands." He hated him even more for the blackmail.

Dante and Vergil were both eighteen and finally out of high school. They were also, unfortunately, still living with their parents and were stuck under "house rules" at least until they could gain sizable income and move out. Vergil struggled to get his own business off the ground while his carefree brother was too lazy to lend a helping hand, at least until the business opened up then he would negotiate his "contract."

The parents were away on a "snuggle trip" for the week meaning the brothers had the house to themselves, which meant Dante was free to raise hell.

Dante began making calls, LOTS of calls. The idea of setting up a Halloween party didn't bother Vergil, it was the loud and soon-to-be drunken idiots with whom Dante associated with: Jester, Agni, Rudra, Jester, Beowulf, JESTER. When Vergil threatened to rat him out for jacking up the phone bill the calls stopped, at least temporarily.

Three days before Halloween the more calm and collected son of Sparda was in the garage in the midst of perfecting his considerable sword skills when he unintentionally hit something and heard a loud...

CRASH!!

There it was...smashed into a million pieces: Mother's white vase with images of blue flower petals decorating the sides. Why was it here and not in the living room? The answer was obvious.

"DANTE!!"

Minutes passed and Vergil was pacing about trying to come up with a solution when the carefree son of Sparda walked into the garage and, in the worst acting job usually seen in most low budget sci-fi channel flicks, put his hands to his face seemingly stunned at the situation.

"Oh no...mommy's vase...Verg, what happened? This is so bad...this is-"

"Cut the bullshit, Dante!" Vergil snapped. "You put this here!"

"I don't know what you're talking about...oh but I did find this." Dante pulled out a photo of Vergil with his sword in motion commiting the "crime".

"WHAT THE...?!" Vergil immediately tore up the photo and slammed his brother into the wall ready to bring a world of pain. "You're dead!"

"I made copies," Dante said bluntly.

Vergil's composure was all but gone as he immediately drew his blade and stared at his twin like a man possessed.

"Hey relax, bro!" Dante smirked. "You let me have my party, mom and dad never find out, and we'll forget all about this little mishap!"

"That's it?"

"That's it!"

Vergil breathed a sigh of relief as he disarmed.

"Oh and you have to help me set everything up."

The older twin scoffed at the idea. "Yeah right, do it yourself." He turned to leave but paused as he heard the sound of keys being punched on a phone.

"HEY MOM!!" Dante bellowed loudly.

Vergil immediately turned and slashed the phone out his annoying twin's hand. "ALRIGHT, YOU WIN!" he screamed just as loud. "But you know what the worst part about this is? This is something YOU would do!" Vergil pointed at the vase.

"Yeah but the ironic thing is that I DIDN'T do it!" Dante said with a stupid smile. "Oh and don't forget your 'chores!'" he said holding up a particular paper list.

Vergil snatched the list from Dante's hand and headed out the garage eager to get everything over with.

"And don't forget my new phone, BITCH!!"

Vergil turned around just in time to see the door slam shut and immediately recited a variety of phrases that made his religious neighbors across the street faint in horror.

The older twin took the time to gaze over the contents of the list which made him wonder if Dante was insane or just a conniving asshole. Vergil chose the latter.

Grey's Local Pets was a small shop that the sons of Sparda avoided ever since they were kids due to the fact that the pet Goldfish they bought met its demise within an hour. In other words, it was the perfect place to get an eight-legged monstrosity.

Within minutes, Vergil out of the shop with a container holding the arachnid and the false promise of coming back later for pet supplies. Aside from the cute brunette that worked there he was glad to be out as memories of Goldie soon came rushing back. The only highlight of the experience was Vergil needing a pet for his "retarded brother" and the cashier, surprisingly, knew who he was talking about.

Vegil took his time with the second and third items on the next two days respectively. His former principal Arius, who was divoriced by his "doll" and practically lost everything, happened to be selling pumpkins on the side of the road and was quick to provide him with an unusual specimen that resembled a fat giant peanut. The third item was a bit trickier to find due to many of the local stores being nearly cleaned out for the upcoming occasion. For some reason or another, a street bum had a Freddy Krueger glove in his possession and offered to give it to Vergil if he could best him at Blackjack which, unfortunately, the son of Sparda knew nothing about. Vergil rendered the man unconscious and left him five dollars before grabbing the item and running like hell.

After looking back on everything that led him to his current predicament, Vergil took a deep breath and started to dig before a voice interrupted him.

"Spending Halloween alone in a graveyard isn't my idea of fun."

Vergil looked up to see the familiar form of Lady step out from behind a nearby tree grinning in response to his actions.

"Is this a yearly tradition or..." Lady began to ask.

"Hardly. I have Dante to thank."

"Blackmail?"

Vergil recalled everything from the broken vase to the list. He half-expected his former classmate to burst out laughing but to his relief she simply shook her head.

"He's such an idiot," Lady muttered.

"Tell me about it."

"Well are you gonna keep digging?" Lady asked as she headed towards her motorcycle. "Or do you want to figure out how to get back at him?"