This is my first attempt at a Devil May Cry fanfic, so be kind. My orginal character actaully comes from another story I wrote a long time ago. I just fixed her up.

I do not own Devil May Cry that honor goes to Capcom, but I do own all the games if that accounts for anything.

So anyways I'll stop blabbering and let you read the story.

Please stick with me- Kitty (that is my nickname, which is used more then my real one)

The Hunters Become the Hunter

Prologue

A girl stood on top of one of the buildings looking down at the shop. Her long red hair blowing in the wind, her intense green eyes focused on the sign of the shop. Devil May Cry. She could still not believe she was asking for his help. She could of handled if, if they were still around. She sighed to herself and watching the man enter the shop, wearing a crimson red two tailed coat, a large double edged sword on his back. His white hair falling in front of his blue eyes, she jumped off the building and landed gracefully onto her feet.

"So it begins," She wiped herself off and walked towards the shop. Knocking on the door.

"Sorry not taking any jobs, come back tomorrow," A voice said from somewhere inside.

"What if the job pays well, enough to get rid of that nasty debt and then for you to live comfortably," She waited for a reply and only heard steps towards the door. It opened and Dante looked at her.

"Get rid of it?" He asked. She nodded. "Come on in then," She walked into the rundown store, it smelled of stale pizza and garbage. The only furniture in the shop was a desk with a chair behind, a couch pushed to the far wall, a pool table, and then a jukebox in the corner near the window. "So what can I help you with?"

"Help me track down a demon and kill him. The reward will be quite nice," She put the silver suitcase on the desk. "You will get two more of those once the job is done."

Dante opened it and looked at the money, this one alone would pay off his debt, but there was something about the girl. He couldn't put his finger on it, whether it was her stance or the way she talked. "May I get your name before I even accept the job?"

"The name is Phoenix," She said. "So son of Sparda do you accept?"

"Possibly, I am a very busy man," He got up and walked towards the bathroom. "I always have stuff to do."

She was against him in a flash, holding a silver dagger to his throat. "Listen mutt, I can kill you before you get a chance to draw your beloved guns, now you can do this job and get paid for it, or I can force you to do it," She lowered her dagger and took a step back. "Your choice."

"Wow, I always love a girl with an attitude," He smiled. "But seeing your name calling will only damper my spirits, I am going have to pass. So take your money and the job elsewhere."

"What if I said, it will also help you find the demon that killed your mother," She sat down at the chair behind the desk. "So you can kill it."

He looked at her, not knowing whether or not she was lying. He knew he would have to do the job either way, mind as well get paid for it. "Fine, I'll do the job; just let me take a shower first."

"Alright, I'll be back here in a couple of hours, I have to visit an old friend anyways," She said heading towards the door. "Don't try anything either while I'm gone."

"Don't know what I would do," Dante mumbled closing the bathroom door. He heard Phoenix laugh and then leave the shop.

Dante walked out of the shower, and looked at the silver case. He felt like he had sold his soul, of course she was quite the babe of a soul keeper. Long red hair and those seductive green eyes, he sighed and sat down at his desk propping his legs up and waiting for her return. The door opened, a couple hours later just like she planned. Her face was unreadable, as if she just saw a ghost or remembered something that she longed to forget.

"Welcome back," Dante said trying to lighten the mood. Her gaze drifted to him, she was silent, something happened.

"Get your stuff were leaving," Her voice cold and commanding. Dante sighed and grabbed Ebony and Ivory putting them in there holsters, and then grabbed the guitar case that held Rebellion. "That it?"

"Its all I need yes," Dante answered. "Hey you ok?"

"I'm fine," She hissed. Dante just looked at her; she shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I just want the bastard dead for everything he did to me, everything he took from me. Got it," Dante nodded and then frowned.

"Lets go then," He followed her out, now curious about what he did, what he took. He saw her playing with a gold locket as they walked over to a sleek black car. She got in the drivers side and brought it to life, Dante got it and looked at her. Whether it was tears stinging her eyes, or just the light. She was in pain of some sort. He was going to help, but not all for the money.