Summary: While Buffy's in Europe, she runs into a mysterious hunter of evil. Who is he, how will he affect her and what's the secret he's hiding? (Crossover fic) Disclaimer: Okay, here we go with the usual: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the Devil May Cry game series. I am a very big fan of both, but I don not own them, so you can't sue me. A/N: This is my first BtVS fic, as well as my first crossover fic, so please be nice, and NO FLAMES! Constructive criticism will be much appreciated, as would everything except flames.

Devil's Heart

Buffy just believed that she needed a break; a break from slaying, a break from Dawn, and a break from trying to find a new home now that Sunnydale had been destroyed.

She had tried to keep her thoughts away from Spike and the sacrifice he made in the Hellmouth, but she couldn't forget him, no matter how hard she tried. Not that she wanted to forget him – nobody could forget Spike. She just felt that it was time to move on.

She still hadn't left Europe, even though she had stayed longer than she originally planned. Buffy had visited Istanbul, Athens, Rome, Venice and Madrid, and she was currently visiting Paris. She didn't have to worry about vampires chasing her down, although lately more and more demons were appearing.

Giles had contacted her once only, and that was to tell her something she already knew; that there was increased demon activity all over the world, but nobody knew why. He also told her he had been contacted by Angel on more than one occasion. Angel... She had once loved him with all her heart. Now she didn't know what to think or feel when the vampire with a soul was mentioned. She had thought moving to Los Angeles would do him good; he had started up Angel Investigations and was combating evil, but then he had moved into the Wolfram and Hart building. He thought it was still the same, that he was still fighting evil the old fashioned way, but it wasn't the same.

Everywhere Buffy went, Andrew went with her. He was like a Watcher, or a puppy dog, whichever seemed most fitting. He had grown up a bit, actually getting some attention form the ladies now. Sometimes he'd be called away for a meeting or a special mission, one that Buffy wasn't allowed to know about, but she found out about it anyway.

Slowly she hopped off the couch in her hotel room and absentmindedly played with her hair, before she went into her bathroom. She washed her face with cold water, trying to wake up. Her nightmare had been the thing that woke her; she had been having it for at least three weeks now, and it was always the same.

There was a man in it – a man wearing red clothing with a giant sized sword on his back, but she couldn't see his head or face. His back was facing her, and his hands lingered at his sides. There was a sudden shriek and the man pulled two guns out, and he began to shoot at the beast that was attacking him. She could feel unexplainable heat and the smell of blood hung heavy in the air. Then the beast shrieked again, and the dream ended.

Buffy was convinced that the dreams were some sort of message, or even a form of foresight, but she had no idea what they meant. All she knew was that the man in her dreams played some major role.

She had a shower to freshen up then tied her hair up, and got changed into a stylish black gown. As she took her handbag she halted for a moment and slipped a knife in as a second thought; it was better to be safe than sorry, especially with all the demons running around lately.

She walked around the streets of Paris, heading for one of the fancy, expensive restaurants that she had a reservation at. She was meant to be dining with Andrew, but she didn't know if he would show up. It wasn't like they were dating, so she didn't really care, but she'd prefer to be with someone.

As she entered she smiled politely and after she told them about her reservation they led her to her table, where Andrew was already waiting.

"Why'd you drag me out here Andrew?" Buffy asked as she looked over her menu. "If it's to tell me about all the new demons hanging around, save your breath 'cause I already know."

"It's not about the demons, Buffy, even though that's a critical issue. No, this is something different. There's been talk of a new demon hunter in town, and word is that he does his job very efficiently." Andrew said, taking a sip of wine that a waiter had just poured.

"So what? Is he competition? What does he want?" Buffy asked, looking out the window at the dark night. She hadn't known many demon hunters, and they didn't tend to last long in their job. If this guy was so good that the demons couldn't kill him, what did that mean for her? Was she meant to assassinate him?

"No one knows anything about him, Buffy. He's a mystery man. All we really know is that he takes his job very seriously, and he's very good at it. One of the best, according to some." He took another sip, before ordering a meal. "I don't think he'll be competition, and he doesn't seem to know anything about you."

Buffy made her order, then continued talking. "Do you at least know his name? It could help, especially if he has a hidden agenda that concerns me."

"I'm afraid I don't know." Buffy slowly nodded her head and looked out the window until her meal arrived. She wasn't very hungry, so she only picked at her food. As she began eating, Andrew started a new topic.

"I heard from Angel recently."

She almost choked on her food at the mention of him, but she swallowed her mouthful and drank some of her wine. "Really?"

Suddenly there was a shrill scream and Buffy turned to see people feeling in all directions. She grabbed her handbag and ran towards the front door, while everyone looked outside at the chaos. "Sorry Andrew!"

A blast of cold air welcomed her as she entered the street, and after a moment of looking around she headed in the direction that everyone was running from. As she turned the corner and entered the alley she stopped dead; there was a giant grey-coloured spider holding a woman in its claws at the back of the alley. She halted, unsure; she hadn't expected a giant spider, and there was no hope of her defeating it with a mere knife.

At that moment a man dressed in red jumped down from a rooftop and landed, pulling out twin hand guns and beginning to shoot the monster. It shrieked and dropped the woman, and the man grabbed her hand and dragged her away from the creature as lava began to bleed from its wounds.

"Go, get out of here!" he shouted, and the woman obeyed without question. Then the man turned his attention back to the creature, and he continued to shoot. The creature roared and shot fireballs at the man, but he dodged them all. He ran to a different side and began shooting from a new angle.

Then the spider stopped and began pumping its thorax in the air. The man's eyes widened and he somersaulted backwards as spurts of lava shot up where he was standing. As he dodged the lava he spotted Buffy standing there, dumbstruck. Knowing that she'd be hit, he ran towards her, grabbed her around the waist and leapt up into the air, landing with ease on rooftop twenty metres from the ground.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" the man shouted, not paying any attention to the monster.

"I heard a scream so I came to check it out! I'm capable of taking care of myself you know!" Buffy protested angrily, and the man laughed.

"You'd have no chance against this devil, so just stay here!" With that the man jumped down and resumed shooting. After a few minutes of constant dodging and shooting, he killed the spider and it fell to the ground, instantly beginning to rot.

Buffy jumped down and landed perfectly. She stared at the man before her, who was simply looking down at the monster's carcass. He had silvery-white hair, red clothes and a giant sword on his back. His two guns were still in his hands, and she saw that one was black and the other was white. Suddenly the man turned to face her, a fierce glare on his features.

"What was that thing?" Buffy asked, looking around him to see the monster properly.

"Phantom, a devil that I've defeated on two previous occasions." The man said, and Buffy rolled her eyes.

"Well, we're certainly up ourselves, aren't we? And just for the record, they're called demons, not devils."

"I'm merely stating the facts. And they may be "demons" to you, but they're devils to me. Besides, what were you doing here? You could've gotten yourself killed!"

"I came to fight that thing. I have had experience before."

The man raised an eyebrow, his ice blue eyes blazing. "What's your name?"

"Buffy. And you are?"

The man let out a short laugh. "Dante. I expect to be hearing more about you then, Buffy." With that, Dante holstered his guns and leapt onto the rooftop, disappearing into the night.

"Dante..." Buffy repeated to herself as she watched the night. Then she turned and headed back to the restaurant, her thoughts on the mysterious man she had just encountered.

A/N: Okay, there's chapter one. Please review with your thoughts, but please, NO FLAMES. I will do review replies to all those that reviewed at the start of next chapter. (Btw, if Istanbul isn't a part a part of Europe, then I apologise. Our map isn't very clear.)