A/N: Hello there!
This is a fiction based on the DMC world, but the main characters are all Original, they are what I and my friends would be if we were devil hunters.
This is a joint effort with my friend Knight http://dark-knight-sparda. is not set at any particular time in the DMC cannon – its just a random story, with all the developing of the characters and the direction of the story it might be post DMC1 (like the last)
But it could fit in before DMC3 as well I guess… shrug
The majority of this section was written by me.
And yeah… DMC – if it was mine then I would be shouting it from the rooftops, do you see me on a roof?
Please read and review I'm always looking for inspiration – and I'm pretty open to requests/suggestions.
Alice
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The night was warm. It was a full moon and that only meant one thing. The wolves would be out. They normally hunted alone, but recently there had been a string of pack sightings. Maybe she would get lucky and find some tonight, it was the third night of the moon and she had not seen any yet, she was getting bored of the quite nights hunting.
Alice leant back on one arm on the edge of the roof, one leg dangling down swinging gently. Her other arm was resting on her knee that was brought up on the side of her. The buckles on her boots shining in the soft light and her spike heels gleaming dangerously. She was reasonably young, but then in her line of business they normally died young, she had done well to stay alive this long. She was respected by others in the same line of work and feared by many of them. Wise men. She smiled to her self, the soft breeze catching her long flowing hair and fanning it out behind her.
She fished her nail file out of the side of her boot and resumed her manicure. It was a slow night and she was bored for some action. There was never anything around to kick when you needed it. Slowly she paid attention to one nail after the other until both hands were meticulous. Well it just wouldn't do to have bad nails, you never knew who was going to look and it always paid off to make a good impression.
She stood and stretched her back out. She worked out most days but the lack of demonic action had her on edge, she should be enjoying the lull she knew, but something was just not right. She had heard whispers that something big was going to go down, just nothing had made itself seen or heard of. Normally when a big bad came into town they made a big song and dance about it and you couldn't turn anywhere without seeing it or its minions.
She jumped from the roof down to a lower shop roof then into the alleyway where she had stashed her bike. She flung her leather jacket back on, not because it was cold but the speeds she travelled at even a tough girl like her would feel the chills. She started the engine and revved the bike. She loved the way it rumbled between her thighs; it made her feel deliciously naughty. She glanced behind her to make sure the alley was really empty and wheel span it out of there.
Dodging between the traffic on the road and into the quieter side streets of the darker parts of town. She needed some action, something to work off the built up energy, and she was going to look for some trouble. Anything to make her feel relaxed and loose again. Feeling this tense for too long really played havoc with ones nerves. She didn't like to feel stressed; it dulled the senses and could make you pull of bad reactions. She had made a few mistakes in the past and was not about to make any more.