Devil may cry time! Now, I know I've suddenly started writing a load of new fics, but they're ones that I planned on writing months ago and have finally gotten round to writing them! I do not own any of the characters from Devil May Cry, but I do own Carla!

"Dante! Where are ya?"

Dante sighed. Enzo. He'd had enough of the tubby Italian but if it wasn't for said person, he wouldn't get any jobs, which in turn meant he wouldn't get any money. He waited for Enzo to come to him, as he couldn't be bothered to get up out of his chair. However, when Enzo entered the room and Dante saw the teenage girl that followed him, he immediately sat up with interest. He ignored Enzo's rambling and kept his gaze on the girl, watching as she walked around the room, looking at various things, and whistling with interest as she saw Rebellion hanging up on the wall. She was quite tall, very slim yet well toned, and she had very light blonde hair and bright blue eyes. The thing that caught his attention the most though was that her skin was quite tanned, something extremely unusual for a person with the hair and eye colour combination that she had.

"You listenin?"

"Nope."

Enzo growled slightly and Dante raised an eyebrow in warning, before averting his gaze back to the young woman. She noticed his gaze, but where most people would have looked uncomfortable, she simply smiled and gave him a quick wave. He smirked back, instantly liking her. Not only did she have great looks, it seemed as though she had an outgoing personality too, which was always a plus in his book. Enzo noticed where Dante's gaze was and frowned, before motioning for the girl to come over. She did and leant against him, using his shoulder as a stand. He angrily shook her off.

"Stop teasing me about my height, Carla!"

"Yeah, well I just can't get over the fact that the last time I saw you, I thought you were tall."

"Yes, well, you were only twelve and then you took your mother's height."

"Good thing I took her looks too, coz then I'dve ended up looking like you."

Enzo openly glared and muttered something in Italian. The girl just shrugged and rolled her eyes, a playful smirk on her face as she returned his comment with one of her own in flawless Italian. Dante watched the scene, his mind whirring with what he heard. He knew Enzo was in his late thirties, so it was possible that he had a kid, but he'd never even mentioned it before, so he wasn't quite sure what was going on.

"Umm, Enzo? Who's the chick?"

"Excuse me, but said Chick is standing right in front of you, so I'd appreciate it if you'd speak about me in a more polite manner."

Dante snorted.

"Look sweetheart, I don't have the faintest idea who you are, and so until I know then I'll refer to you however I please."

Enzo could sense the anger suddenly venting from the girl and he placed a firm restraining hand on her shoulder. She glowered at him but he just pulled the 'do as you're told' face and she huffed; folding her arms in frustration, but her stance relaxed showing him that she wasn't truly angry.

"Dante, this is my daughter Carla. She's just turned nineteen and her mother died two months ago, so she's moved here with me."

"Hi there Carla. See, now I know who ya are, I'll treat you with respect."

Carla frowned and rolled her eyes, but she sent him a small smile as well. Enzo told her to wait in the main entrance while he and Dante moved into the kitchen to discuss Dante's next job. She walked round the room again, stopping once more at Rebellion, gazing in awe at the sheer beauty and power of it. She turned to look at the seat that Dante had just vacated and saw two identical guns sitting on top of the desk. Identical at least except for their colours; one black, one white. She picked them up and carefully inspected both, noticing with fascination that they were both extremely light to handle, but the black one was slightly heavier, and on further inspection, she saw that they had both been modified for different purposes. The black one was designed for long range shooting, as the sights on it were more pronounced and the extra weight would make it easier to fire further distances. The white one had smaller sights, and she noticed that the actual trigger was much looser, an when she checked the magazine, she notice small modifications that told her it was deigned for short range distances and faster shooting. All in all she could tell that the guns had been professionally made and were a much better quality than any other gun that she had ever handled.

She placed the guns back down on the desk and sat in the chair that was behind it, placing her feet up on the top of the desk. She could hear the two men still talking, well, they were arguing about something now, so she knew that certainly for now, she was safe to put her feet up for a while. She fingered the chain hanging round her neck, gently stroking the pendant at the end. The last thing her mom had ever bought her had been this necklace. It was a simple chain with a small blue turquoise wand hanging off the end, and a silver dragon curled round the wand. Her mom saw her staring at it, and the next day she woke to find the necklace hanging off her bedroom mirror. Unfortunately, she also found out that morning that her mother had been killed while walking back home from work. She never got the chance to say thank you.

Carla was startled out of her thoughts when she heard heavy breathing coming from behind her. Normally she wouldn't have been bothered, but as she could still hear the other two arguing, she knew that whoever it was, they were making it obvious they were there. She looked up, and her jaw dropped at the sight of a grotesque thing standing in front of her...with a SCYTHE in its hand! Before she had anytime to scream, the thing swung its scythe straight at her, and it was purely her reflexes from her gymnastics days that saved her as she quickly flipped herself forwards, over the things head. It turned to face her, and without thinking, she grabbed the guns off the desk and began shooting.