[A/N] Me: Cha I know, "You haven't finished ONE of your stories and you're starting ANOTHER? Well, before you throw random blunt and/or sharp objects at your dear friend Katx, you should know that this is more of a side project to help my writing flow. This started out as a school project, but I really like it.

Special thanks to DevilMayDante, who was the first person to request a DantexVergilxNeroxReader story. ^_^ I've never done anything like this…at all ever. SO I hope this turns out well and if it doesn't…oh well, I'll try again some other time. *cry cry*

Summary: Amy Frost lives in a world where there are no demons, portals to hell, people who wield ancient magic, and of course, no Devil May Cry. So why did she suddenly start having dreams about three mysterious men? What are the creatures they fight? And why is her life suddenly turned upside down? OC x Dante/Nero/Vergil

Prolog:

Hello, before I forget allow me to introduce myself; I am Amy Frost, you may call me Amy. I'm no one special really, just the average person you pass on the street. I haven't come in contact with any weird items (that I know of) or played with "dark magic, calling spirits" and all that crap. Honestly, who'd even believe in that right? I really am just a simple girl, and I prefer to keep things this way to avoid complicated situations.

So if you were to ask me why I suddenly believe in spirits and hauntings, I would have a hard time explaining. I'll just have to be straight forward, if you don't believe me that's okay. Well, here goes nothing…all my problems with them started last month.

"Amy!"

"Coming!" I yelled down the stairs as I rushed back and forth gathering the last of my stuff. Moving certainly is hell isn't it? I grabbed my mp3 player and my sketchbook and ran down the stairs to the front door. My dad was already in the car waiting for me.

"Amy, we're not going to be staying there long, we're just bringing some stuff so we have less to move later." My Dad said looking over at me. "You didn't have to bring that stuff."

"I need my music." I informed him putting my headphones on. "And I need my sketchbook, they are some of the most important things to me."

"Alright." My Dad mumbled backing out of the driveway and pulling off.

I hummed to the tune of Waking Up by Ten Years, which is one of my favorite songs by them. I leaned back in my seat watching the scenery pass by in a blur. It was a rainy day making it darker than usual. I didn't really care though, it was a light drizzle instead of the downpour we were expecting.

A half hour had passed before we finally pulled into the driveway of our new house. It was on the edge on the town next to the one I currently lived in. The house was huge and the outside was painted a dark brown with a tan porch. I glanced around trying to catch a glimpse of my soon-to-be-neighbors. The last time I came I met an adorable little girl who happened to be walking by. What was her name? Patty I think…

I opened the car door and slid out of the seat. My Dad popped the trunk and handed me a big, slightly heavy box with my name on it. I walked up the porch stairs and carefully opened the door to the house.

"Hey sis, you finally got here."

I looked down at my ten year old brother and nodded. He had bright green eyes much like mine, and short messy black hair framing his round face. My black hair was pulled back into a messy bun and my green eyes were a few shades darker than his own. I walked up the stairs with my little brother in tow and turned down the hallway until I reached my room.

The room was considerably bigger than my old room at the other house. It was mostly empty since I hadn't moved my furniture here, but it still looked nice. The dark blue walls and silver curtains went well together, it also had a walk in closet and my personal bathroom.

"I still think it's unfair you got the room I wanted." My little brother pouted.

I didn't pay him much mind as I set the box down in the upper left corner of the room where a few other boxes were. "I picked it first, next time be quicker in your decision."

"Whatever." He said walking away. I shrugged and walked over to the window. My fingertips brushed across the smooth curtain before pulling it back just enough for me to look out of the window at the wet world down below. I watched my dad unload more boxes and other cars drive by. Nothing exciting and no signs of life outside of the occasional car. I sighed turning away from the window and nearly screamed.

"W-who are you?" I questioned starring at one of the handsomest guys I'd ever seen.

He had short, spiky silver hair and wore a dark blue vest, black pants, and brown boots. He stared at me with piercing blue eyes and his lips pulled into an irritated frown.

"Who are you?" I asked again backing away from the stranger. My back hit the window and I was unnerved. He walked forward despite my obvious discomfort. He stopped a few feet away and gave me a questioning look.

"What are you doing in my room?"

"Your room?" I repeated shocked and confused.

"Are you deaf, or do you not comprehend basic sentences?" He snapped narrowing his icy eyes.

"This isn't your house nor is it your room!" I said firmly. There was no way I'd let some random guy insult me. "And for your information, I can understand sentences perfectly fine, what I don't understand is how someone could be so stupid as to walk into MY house and try to claim MY room when I don't even know, or care to try to know them. So get the hell out or I'm calling the cops."

He scowled and rage slowly filled his eyes. In the time it took me to blink something sharp was pressed against my neck. This mysterious male now held a sword to my neck, seriously what the hell was wrong with this maniac? He stepped forward keeping the sword against my neck.

"I'd suggest you watch your tongue unless you want me to cut it out." He threatened. "Now tell me what you are doing in my room!" He demanded.

I wanted to scream for help, I really did; but that might result in him killing me.

"My patience is wearing thin, I should just kill you now." He said slowly pulling the blade down.

"Wait!"

He stopped much to my surprise. "You three seconds to tell me something useful."

"I just moved here!" I said quickly. "This house was on sale and my parents bought it, there's no way we could've known that people still lived here! They said that no one's lived here for years."

His eyes left mine and I felt relieved now that his icr glare was focused on the floor. He had a thoughtful expression but the pressure of the sword on my neck didn't lessen in the slightest. "Hn. How many people will be moving in?"

"Um, just me and my parents and my brother."

"Brother? How old is he?"

"Ten."

"…What is your name?"

"Amy. Amy Frost."

His eyes once again locked with mine and I felt small under the intense stare. Seriously, how could someone be so intimidating?

"This is the room you chose, correct?"

I started to nod but quickly stopped when I felt the sword cut into my neck. "Y-yeah."

He pulled his sword away and sheathed it. "I suppose you could prove useful. Though if you ever choose to be disobedient I won't hesitate to kill you…or this brother of yours."

I absentmindedly brought my hand to my neck. It burned and I felt something sticky on my hand. I quickly pulled it back and looked down at the blood on my hand in both shock and horror. This guy was definitely insane!

"Do I make myself clear?" He asked bringing me out of my thoughts. He looked pleased with my expression but his face remained stotic.

I quickly nodded just wanting him to go away and he did. I looked up from my bloody hand and he was gone without so much as a trace of his presence. I glanced around seeing nothing and quickly ran out of the room.

"MOM! DAD!"

[A/N] Me: Now, I don't know about you guys but if I was haunted by Vergil…yeah he seems like the type to torment people, especially if you decide you own "his room". If only Amy had chosen Dante's room, at least then she'd only be molested. XD

Dante: Seriously, do you think I'm the type of guy to flirt and tease women that move into my room?

Me:…Is that a trick question or something? You flirt with anything female Dante. ANYWAY I hope the prolog wasn't too bad, I'll also be updating DMC High a little later today (hopefully) and I'mma try to get another chapter of Battle for Heaven out. See you soon guys :3

-The Devil May Cry Team-