The Little Things Give You Away

Chapter 1: Devil's Cry

The child writhed and wiggled on the bed in attempts of breaking the bonds keeping her to the bed. She screamed shrilly, her head lifting clear off the pillows, her long dark hair being tossed back by the sudden movement to reveal pitch black eyes, the only clear evidence of the possessing demoness.

The girl's parents stood in the corner watching in horror as their 'daughter' continued to thrash on the bed, their eyes drifting every so often to the red clad hunter that paced back and forth before the bed.

"You know, you demons never learn." The hunter growled, wagging his finger at the girl as if she had been very naughty. "How many times do I have to tell you creeps? Kids Are Off Limits!"

"How can it be my fault, if they are so easy to posses?" The demoness within the child spoke seductively, which coming from the lips of the little girl just sounded far to wrong.

Platinum hair flew softly as Dante shook his head, only to settle once more into its accustomed mess. Instead of answering the demon, Dante stopped his pacing and turned to the parents. "You may want to leave. This can get kinda rough." He smiled kindly at them.

"No," The father spoke, his Mexican accent thick. "We will stay. Ella es…" the man chocked back a sob and started anew, remembering that their guest didn't speak Spanish. "She is our only child."

The mother said nothing, simply holding onto her husband for all she was worth, tears streaming down her face as she watched the form of her daughter grin manically at them.

"Suit yourself." Dante shrugged, and turned back toward the possessed child. Swivelling a nearby chair around, he sat down on it propping his arms up on the back to watch the little girl for a moment. "Hope you enjoyed yourself, cause the party's over and its time you vacated the premises." He told the demoness, a slight smirk playing across his prefect lips.

The demoness screamed at him in response, thrashing against her bonds with renewed vigor as he slowly began to recite the Latin exorcism spell.

The demoness screamed horridly in renewed effort, the small body of the girl heaving up against the restraints in tortured movements. "Wait!" She screeched, "Wait, I can give you information!"

Dante paused, rising an elegant white brow in amusement. "Now what can you tell me that I don't already know, or won't find out on my own in short order, hmm?"

"What…" The girl panted, demonic black eyes turning to him once more. "What would you be willing to pay?"

Chuckling, Dante spoke humorously, with a slight tinge of annoyance creeping in. "Well I would have to know what it was that I would be willing to pay for?"

"Your brother."

Dante's beautifully crafted face turned down into an ugly frown. "My brother is dead." He stated before continuing the exorcism.

"No, NO! Your brother LIVES!" The demoness howled out, as the girl's body withered once more with the effects of the ritual.

Stopping once more, Dante glared down at the girl, his blue eyes burnt angrily. "Say one more thing about my…" He was cut off as the demoness panted out once more.

"Mundus is keeping him alive, though a tortured existence it is, for his failure! The master would never kill something so valuable as a son of Sparda!"

Dante shook his head. "And how am I to know your actually telling the truth?"

The demoness seemed to see the flaw in her plans, for the little girl's face contorted into such horror, that Dante smirked anew and continued the chant once more.

The demoness screamed again, and suddenly the little girl's real voice spoke up. "Mamá, Papá tengo miedo! Ayudanme!" Tears flowed down from the girl's now brown eyes, as her small voice screamed in anguish. "Please, Mamá!"

The mother moved, trying to break her husband's grip. "Oh, my little one! Yo podré rescatarte!" The woman's voice sobbed as she continually tried to pull away from her husband. Who only held his her tighter, nearly fighting with her to keep her from running toward their possessed daughter.

"No lo haga!" He ordered his wife firmly.

Dante paid the parents little heed, continuing to speak solidly and without falter, until with a final shattering wail, the girl's mouth gapped open, a thick black cloud of smoke exploded from her small lips.

Pulling a large white handgun from the holster at the small of his back, Dante calmly aimed it at the black cloud floating up toward the ceiling, waiting for it to reform. The smoke did no such thing, instead, simply vaporizing into thin air the moment it hit the ceiling.

Holstering the gun, Dante stood up, pushing the chair out of the way and slowly unbound the little girl. The little girl was sobbing in fear and anguish of the strain her little body had been forced to endure.

The moment her bonds were completely released, the parents both dove onto the bed grabbing and holding their frightened child.

Smiling softly at the happy scene, Dante took his leave, but was stopped by the father just as his fingers curled about the door handle.

"Gracias, señor! Thank you!" The father exclaimed, his arms still around the forms of both his wife and daughter.

"No prob. Like I said before, little kids shouldn't have to be put through that. Take care of her."

The father nodded, and Dante turned the handle, leaving the family to their reunion.

Author's Notes: Thanks to my wonderful beta Scitzo and Psyco for her excellent work on the Spanish parts of this chapter. Without her, it would have just stayed in English.

For everyone else, please review and let me know what you think! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!!