D For Devil May Cry

Chapter 1: Parallel dreams.

Summary: Set about three years after the movie and a little after the first devil may cry. Evey is working at a nightclub as a singer as she tries to get her life back in order. A new evil has risen as Dante travels to London to face this evil. Eventually a DanteXEvey Paring.

A dark figure clad in a blood red coat walked through the double doors of the small nightclub.

"Must be slow night" he said to him self as he pushed a strand of sliver hair out of his face to get a better view of his surroundings.

He looked around the empty nightclub only to notice a slip of paper folded neatly against a red rose. Instantly he was drawn to the flower that was mysteriously planted there. As if some one was expecting him.

He picked up the piece of paper and noticed the elegant hand writing in red as it reads;

I've been expecting you Mr. Dante

-Evey Hammond

Suddenly a spot light was shining down on the small stage as mysterious music started to play around him. He searched the entire club but there was no band to be found. Small footsteps approached him from behind.

Just like a muscle reflex he withdrew Ebony and Ivory, the two trusty hand cannons that have saved his butt a million times from his holster and aimed it at the direction of the sound. Yet all he saw was nothing.

Suddenly a feminine and slender hand was placed over his.

"There's no need for that Mr. Dante." A feminine British voice whispered in his ear as the smaller hand gently lower Dante's. He looked over to the person who was holding his hand and was greeted by the deepest brown eyes he has ever stared into.

The owner of those brown Hughes was definitely a sight for sore eyes. As he stared at her from top to bottom. She was a small yet slender framed woman around her twenties. Her shoulder length chestnut brown was tied in a ponytail with only a few lose strands that framed her beautiful face. The satin dark red dress that matched his coat hugged her body in all the right places as the slit that ran up the side showed off her lean and tanned leg.

Dante was truly lost for words.

"Evey…" he whispered as she answered him with a smirk across her rose red lipstick pout lips.

"One thing I can always say about you. You're always full of surprises," He said again as she gently guided him to the chair and table that was placed in the middle of empty club.

"I wanted this night to be special for us. For you." She said quietly as she walked up to the stage. Dante noticed how she gently swayed her hips as she walked up the small steps and onto the middle of the spot light.

Just as he took his seat, the young lady started to sing a slow song. Her slender hips swayed gently to the slow rhythm of the songs as she closed her eyes and felt every note that went through her body.

Dante was mesmerized by the slow and steady beat of the song as well as Evey's sultry voice that followed the tune. When the song ended, Dante got up from his seat and walked up to the stage where Evey was.

He slowly wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

"I've been waiting for you all night. Mr. Dante." she said slowly enunciating his birth name. Dante gently parted the lose strands of hair away from her face.

"It would be against my nature to stand some one up. Especially one who looks like you." He calmly stated in his "cool guy" fashion. Evey just smirked at him.

"Well then allow me to show you my gratitude." Evey finally whispered into his ear as her plump rose red lips touched his. The kiss was as electrifying and enticing as anything Dante has encountered. A surge of pleasure went up his back spine as he held her closer.

Dante awoke on abruptly as the plain hit some turbulence. He looked around and noticed the passengers and seats. He was no longer with the stunning woman he has been having dreams about.

"The same dream again" He said to himself. This was the third time in a row he has had this dream. Every since he saw the news report of the fall of a totalitarian in the UK he has been having dreams about this mysterious girl. What does it all mean? How is it connected to him? And what does this has to do with the past events that have happened to him? These were the questions he has been asking him self over and over.

"We've experienced some turbulence. But everything seems to be normal. We should reach our destination within about 15 to 25 minutes." the airplane captain announced on the speakers.

Dante rubbed his eyes gently. The flight from his office in the states to the UK was a long one and sitting on a seat for nearly 9 hours really cramps up some one's muscles regardless if they where half devil or not.

But regardless of the minor feeling of discomfort he was feeling, Dante knew what he had to do. Everything that has happened in his life so far has been leading up to this moment. The crumbling of Mallet Island, the defeat of Mundus, the falling of Temen-Ni-Gru, everything that happened has brought him here to London. And he was determined to find out why.

Evey Hammond walked tiredly into the large vast museum like home she calls the "Shadow Gallery" or more like the man who used to dwell there called it. It was a long and arduous night for Evey.

She spent most of her night singing for the small audience that entered her night Club. It was long and the hours were hard yet it was better than her last job working behind the scenes at some television station. At least now she was actually performing. Something she has always wanted to do as a little girl. Granted that it was at a small-unknown nightclub, it was still performing. And now it seemed as if her life was finally back to normal. Well as normal is it can be after the ordeal she endured.

"I really shouldn't be complaining. A lot of people have it worse than I do." she said to her self as she sloppily threw her jacket on a chair in the kitchen. She took out the pin that kept her brown hair up in a neat bun as her chestnut locks cascaded down her shoulders. It had grown back since those three years just passing her shoulders.

She looked around the large Shadow Gallery that was given to her by the masked hero known as V. After his last mission of destroying the Parliament building he has bestowed his under ground lair as well as all his antique possessions to her. The only difference now was the bedroom that she converted to fit her personality. But everything else remained the same out of respect for the man who had saved her life. The days of the totalitarian government and iron hand dictator ship and come to an end. And the people now decided their own fate as a government. However as happy as she was about the new situation of freedom, she took this victory in a bittersweet fashion. For the only man she cared about was lost in this hideous battle.

As she was deep in her thoughts the sound of soft music entered her ears. Her eyes opened as she followed the sound of the music playing. It was from the Jukebox that was in the middle of the Shadow Gallery. When she reached her destination she saw a tall dark handsome man leaning over the jukebox just waiting for her. He turned around and greeted her with a slight smirk. He had silver colored hair and bright blue eyes. He wore a tight gray T-shirt that showed off his chiseled body tucked into the pair of black jeans.

"I knew you liked this Song Evey." He said to her. She instantly smiled as she walked towards him as he embraced her into her strong arms

"You always know what I like Mr. Dante. That's what I love about you." She said quietly as she leaned into his embrace. She rested her head against his chest as she closed his eyes. She felt at peace when she was with him. He moved his hands to her wasted as he gently danced with her while the song played.

He ran his fingers through her silky brown curled locks as his lips started to kiss her bare shoulders.

"Some one's a little tense." he said. Her shoulder muscles started to loosen up as he moved his kisses from her shoulder to her neck.

"I'm feeling a lot better now" She said quietly as she stared deep into his blue eyes.

"I could just get lost in your eyes,…" she said quietly. They began to kiss while the music in the background faded out.

"If you ever got lost. I will always find you." He assured her. She was absolutely head over heals for this man. As the song faded away into silence Dante gently took Evey's hands.

"I figured you would be feeling pretty tense so I drew you a bath just before you got home" He said while still retaining his sexy smile. She giggled playfully at his attempt at seduction.

"Are you trying to seduce me Mr. Dante?" She asked playfully. She was greeted by another kiss from him on the lips where she momentarily lost her self.

"Only if you want to be." he finally said as he guided her to the washroom. He always knew what to say to make he feel better. Even when she was having the worst day in her life, he always knew what to say to make it better.

Evey stirred in her bed for a while when she slowly woke up. She took a look at her surroundings and finally realized that the man she was with was nowhere to be found. She was alone in the bedroom that she converted a year ago with in the Shadow Gallery. She looked at the alarm clock that was placed on the mantle next to her bed.

It was 3 am. She sighed annoyingly as she leaned her head against her pillow. As she tried to fall back to sleep she still tasted the kiss that the man in her dreams had given her.

"Dante…" she whispered to her self. This was the third time in a row that she has dreamed about the man called "Dante" and every time she dreamt about him, the dreams got more vivid and realistic.

"Who's Dante?" she asked her self before she finally drifted back to sleep.