Hello all. This is a new ficcy I've been thinking about for quite some time now and I finally took the time out of my oh so busy summer vacation (Yeah right! I'm just extremely lazy) to write this. I will warn you now, this is a DanteXOC fic and if you don't like it, don't read it!


I thought I would always have rotten luck with women. Just one-night stands. That's all I'll ever get…Not anymore. I think I've found her…Either that or it's just a dream. And if it is a dream, don't bother waking me up cuz I sleep like a rock.

I. The First Meeting

He walked down the street, searching for a bit of action, demon slaying, that is. The air was cold and crisp; a sign that snow was coming. The lone demon slayer smirked. Snow was always easier to work with. Dante likes the snow. He blended in with it. Except for his red coat. So, on missions like these, Dante would leave the coat home and go shirtless. The cold didn't bother him.

'It'd be nice if I had someone to work with…So I wouldn't have to go on missions all day and never have any time to relax. We would split the work and get it done faster. Yeah…That'd be great…'

Going on and on with his thoughts, Dante didn't notice the sound of gunfire nearby. He finally snapped back to reality when he walked right into someone. The figure quickly moved away from Dante and continued to run and fired her gun at whatever was following her. He took a second to look at the pathetic excuse for a demon and laughed. With one swing of Rebellion, the demon was gone. The running girl stopped, turned around and glared at Dante, "Thanks a lot! You completely ruined my plan!"

He scoffed, "Oh really? I think I saved you."

"No you didn't! I was perfectly fine!"

Dante took a few moments to scan over her body. Long, dark brown, hair. It was dark enough to almost be mistaken for black. Hazel eyes. And damn! She had a great figure. Slim but not too skinny. She had some muscle too. 'I think I died and went to Heaven…Somebody slap me and tell me this is a dream…'

The girl became irritated. She didn't enjoy the idea of guys looking at her like that. Reloading her pistol she said, "What are you looking at! This ain't a roadside freak-show!"

There's something different about this girl. Something separates her from others. What is it? Was it the fact that she could handle a gun just as well as he could? Or was it her fiery attitude that caught Dante's attention? But…What is that strange energy surrounding her? It's strong…Almost demonic.

With all those questions running through Dante's mind, she began to walk away.

"Wait!"

She turned around. "What? I don't have time for chit-chat."

Almost too nervous to speak, Dante asked, "What's your name?"

A smirked tugged at the girl's lips. "Daneille." and she walked away.

Danielle…A name that would stick to Dante's mind for the rest of the night.


A/N: Yes. I know. Not the best way to start it off and it's not really different. Well…That's just the way it started. This fic kinda hit me in a dream and I couldn't pass up the chance to type it up cuz if I didn't type it the morning after I had that dream, I would never remember it.

P.S. In advanced, I will thank all peoples who reviewed my story…Or if you read it and didn't feel like reviewing it.