A/N: I do not own Devil May Cry or Alexiel.

The italicized paragraphs are in flashback.

The Woman with the Green Eyes

She's got green eyes.

Dante thought. It wasn't like green eyes were very rare. He'd seen a few people, other women, with green eyes before. Hell, Lady's eyes was more unusual it being heterochromatic and all. But Dante wondered why he couldn't take out of his mind the gaze of that woman. How her stoic yet stunning stare pierced through him. It wasn't just her gaze either; it was more of the way she smelled. It made his throat dry, his stomach churn, his inner demon wake, and his mind to form the words in his head: delicious.

He doesn't dig that kind of thing though. Taking pleasure on flesh brimming with desire and plain eating human flesh are two different things. And he doesn't plan to change his manner of things. He's a half devil not a fucking vampire or stupid zombie.

It wasn't the normal kind of want that he feels towards gorgeous females either, no. It was all too different, like there is something coming out of him, a hungry animal raging to spring forward and devour its prey. And it's not like he wanted to kill her. He doesn't kill humans. Although there was something odd about her. He doesn't know what. And he couldn't figure out why she had been plaguing his mind ever since he saw her. It wasn't often that Dante contemplated on things, much more think of a woman long enough to drive him half mad.

He hated it when it rain during nights that he actually got a job. The puddles on the ground mixing with the dirt thicken the mud which begrudgingly sticks to his boots. His sleek motorcycle got decorated with it too. But it's not like his got much more of a choice. It's either the motorcycle or the car. So he took the bike since it's smaller and easier to clean than the car.

The wet asphalt emitted a smell that was not just made of moist but also of some decrepit substance. Dante felt sticky because of the humid weather. At least the job was finished immediately. He didn't want to stay out for too long even if the rain fell only in showers.

He wouldn't have stopped walking towards his bike if he hadn't heard the sound. It mingled with the patter of the rain but he was certain he heard it. A guttural sound followed by a shriek made by a demon. He hurried towards the sound, at a dimly lit street in front of an abandoned shop, and found the source of it obstructing a woman's path. Its body wriggled, launching for an attack.

Dante wasted no time in killing it. He fired five bullets, filling its head and chest with holes to make sure it dies quickly. The demon evaporated into ash. Dante noticed the woman step back. He was surprised to find the woman's eyes fixated on him. She seemed unruffled with all that happened. As if the demon wasn't there before and as if he hadn't fired a gun.

Dante lowered his arm and let himself to actually look at her. She's got green eyes, russet-colored hair, and thin lips curved in a natural pout. Despite the simple white dress she wore Dante could still see her figure well. She wasn't as voluptuous as Trish or as fit as Lady. She appeared as mysterious as Lucia, though. She was more like slender with long shapely legs, narrow waist, perfect hips, and an ample bosom. It was her face that was more striking though. She wore a look of indifference as she stared at him. However, it didn't hide her natural features, an innocent and ethereal look. Beautiful indeed, Dante had concluded.

"Thank you." She said without breaking her stare. Her hold on her umbrella remaining lax.

Dante inhaled and opened his mouth to speak, but that was his mistake. He was abruptly filled with overwhelming raw feelings. Hunger. Thirst. Emptiness. Greed. Desire. Darkness. Dante's body shook with the beginnings of his devil form taking over. He looked at his hands trembling with crave to crush. A coiled intense need creeping up to his chest from his stomach. A growl escaped from his throat.

Suddenly it stopped. Dante gasped for breath. He dared to look at the girl again across from him but she was gone. Only a lingering scent was left. The smell of morning dew, honey, and an iris bloom.

Dante had scanned his collection of magazines over fifty times, checked his arsenal over thirty times, watched a hundred of nonsense shows on the television, fiddled with the jukebox, played with the drums and billiards, went back and forth in the lounge, and slept on the couch the armchair and the bed; all this he did over a thousand times. Well, that was over exaggerated.

Dante stopped his pacing and sat back at his favorite armchair. He drummed his fingers on the table. Dante sighed. He realized he was too bothered to manage to finish a box of pizza, which was way too out of the ordinary, since he could eat a minimum of three to five boxes of pizza per meal. Dante groaned. Trish, Lady, and Patty chose that moment to barge inside with their shopping bags in tow. The three of them noticed a distracted Dante glaring at a box of pizza.

"What's wrong with you?" Lady asked raising an eyebrow.

"S'nothing." Dante grunted in reply.

But he couldn't keep it in anymore. Dante had been troubled with it for a couple of days now. And he is sure as hell not going to succumb to such a problem. Devil trigger going haywire or not he would confront it.

"Have you guys seen a woman around here with green eyes, curly russet hair, about Lady's height, and uh…beautiful and innocent looking?"

Not the best description but what could he do. He doesn't know much about her. At least he knows what she looks, it was a start. But there could be tons of girls with green eyes and russet hair. The two witches of his life cackled while the pesky brat gasped with eyes widening.

"Never mind." Dante snapped.

He stood up and collected his red leather coat then hung it on his shoulder. Dante went outside, banging the door close with annoyance, and approached his convertible. He seemed to be on the mood for a slow car drive at the moment. He might see her strolling around somewhere after all.

When the three females finally stopped laughing at Dante's expense Patty asked.

"Is Dante finally getting a girlfriend?"

"I doubt it." Lady replied.

Trish only smirked and flipped her hair.

He had decided to return home late. There was such luck that there were other people who saw her, unfortunately nobody knew her personally or even her name. All they knew was a beautiful woman passed by, bought something here and there, and crossed the street. That was it. He couldn't find her, couldn't find a trace of that peculiar scent either.

Dante turned off the engine of his car and covered it. The air promised the onset of rain. As Dante approached the steps of his home-slash-office he noticed a familiar silhouette of a woman standing in front of the porch. He immediately recognized who it was. He walked towards her silently and stood just three steps behind her.

"Good evening." He greeted. She spun around to look at him and Dante offered his trademark smirk.

He took this chance to look her over. The woman was now wearing a red dress that ended just above her knees, her exposed creamy white shoulders gleaming in the moonlight, a silver cross necklace resting on her neck. Just like before she wore a black knee-high boots.

"Devil May Cry." She said.

"Yeah." He spared a quick glance at the neon sign of his joint.

The wind picked up making the woman's waist length hair dance and her scent float distinctively. Dante deliberately stopped his breathing; even so he still caught a whiff of that scent. The uncomfortable feeling started working its way within him. He staggered backwards. The woman seemed to notice his change of demeanor but did not waver.

"You are the owner of this place?"

"Yes." Dante answered, covering his nose and mouth.

"A demon hunter that is a half devil."

"How do you know?"

"Interesting." A ghost of a smile spread to her lips. It did wonders on her beautiful face.

"You are a son of Sparda."

By this Dante straightened up and removed the hand covering the lower part of his face. He was bewildered. If she were human then she would probably be a demon hunter too. But if she weren't, what could she possibly be. No human has that kind of scent.

"What are you?"

"I believe the right question should be who am I or what is my name. So if I may ask, what is your name?"

"Dante"

"Dante" She whispered to herself but he heard it.

"And you are?"

"Alexiel"

This was his chance, now that she was right in front of him, now that she was talking to him.

"What are you doing to me?" He masked his tone with contempt. It was hard to scorn her.

"I am not doing anything to you. What you are experiencing is simply an instinctive repulsive reaction of your kind to my kind."

Which takes Dante back to his initial question. What is she?

A/N: If you know Alexiel and know what manga she came from, then you probably know what she is. I just borrowed her for this story, which means the plot wouldn't follow any relevant ideology or occurrence in that particular manga. Maybe similarities in some cases will appear though.

I borrowed Alexiel because she's a cool character and because I wondered why I haven't found a fic about this idea yet in the DMC fandom.

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