I have recently become interested in Devil May Cry once again so I chose to write a fanfic about it. I have a very messed up world in which i mix lots of games and anime. This is fanfiction is all about my OC with the popular game, Devil May Cry.

The main character is my OC, Buffy, Dante's sister (yes Dante now as a sister (and yes when I was little i used to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer with my dad so every character i created always had the name Buffy)).

Hope you enjoy as this is actually what happens in my head when I daydreaming so it will be updated often. This fanfic can also be found on my deviantART, XbeccaXvampireX.

Chapter 1

Everyday is the same. You get up, work/play, have countless encounters with death, then sleep. For me, this is every day's plan. I'm not allowed to have a normal life. Is it because my father was Sparda? But Dante doesn't get demons attack as bad as me... does he? Is my blood worse for demons than Dante's? I mean both me and Dante are half human and half demon so I can see why... but why is it so bad?

The light that came from my clock created a eerie glow in my room. Midnight... great... prime time for demons. As much as I love hunting demons I know before I did I would have to sort my limbs out... why do does my robotic limbs suddenly hurting me? How come I have automail in the first place? Man... my life sucks.

Sitting up, I allowed my eyes to turn so I was able to see in the dark. Looking at the mirror that was left by the side of my bed, my once brown eyes were now glowing red. In a way... it was pretty cool (except the part when I admit that I was part demon)... not many people could do that... but as far as I know there were only three people who were half breeds.

Getting out of bed, I walked towards the bathroom. When I turned the lights on, it temporarily blinded me, forcing my eyes to turn human again. Looking in the bathroom's mirror, I examined the scar around my left shoulder. Running a finger along it, it felt hard and raw compared to the rest of my body. From my left arm to my right leg I was a very uneven person, metal fused to flesh and a demon fused into a human body, how could my life get any better.

Suddenly I heard a bang that came from the front door. Dante much be home. Even though we both chose to contune the work our father, Sparda, left behind, we do have times of thinking why we do it. In the human world, he was know as the Dark Knight Sparda who rebelled against his own kind, demons, to protect mankind. 2000 years later, Sparda settled down with a human women after sealing the demon realm off from the human thous losing his demonic powers. The women, Eva our mother, married Sparda at the age of 17 and fell pregnant with my older brothers Dante and Vergil. Six years later I was born. Compared to Dante and Vergil I was different, even more than someone who was born in the union of a human and demon. I had more power than even my father, although it came at a cost. Unlike my brothers, I have yet to unleash my full devil powers and it is said that once in demon form I could lose myself and become the very thing I have sort to destroy. Another is that once a lose a large part of my body (my arm and leg for example) I am unable to regain it unlike my brothers.

With Dante's entrance to the house, he made his way to my room... and he really know that pisses me off.

"How may time do I have to tell you not to come in my room?"

"Too many times to count," surprise. "But this is important."

"What is it this time?" with a sigh I thought I'd give him a chance to explain himself before I killed him.

"Well you're not going to believe me..." nothing new there. "But when I was out hunting a demon, I swear that I felt the presence of mom, dad and Vergil in the area."

He was right, I didn't believe him.

Six o'clock and I found my self in bed. The talk that I had with Dante last night I put away as being a dream. There was no other way to explain it. I mean all of them are dead and two was killed in front of me when I was four. And Vergil... Vergil just disappeared from both human and demon world last year.

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Getting up, the pain that came from my robotics every morning was kicking in. it made it painful to walk and move my arm around... great... Moving out of bed was a job of its own with the pain that was conflicted from the automail, every movement I made felt like I was being stabbed thousands of times... which is weird because being stabbed thousands has happened before maybe not all at once but over a 17 year lifetime it has. When I was able to move more with less pain, I made my way to the bathroom for a quick change before heading to the kitchen where the smell of a fry up swam through the air. Harry knew how to help with sadness and confusion. Walking into the kitchen Dante was already there to steal all the food.

"Harry... have I ever told you how much of an amazing cook you are?" Dante was trying to charm Harry into giving him more of the food which I knew would never work.

"Dante... have I ever told you how much of a free loader you are..." scores... 0-1 to Harry. "Oh, good morning Buffy!" Dear God, the morning smile that Harry gives me every morning always creeped me out in a way that I know it's meant to make be happy but it fails.

"Thought any more about what I said sis?" Dante knew the answer already.

"No," my dead eyes should get my message across across nicely. "I'm going now." With that said I made a quick U-turn and exited the kitchen and walked towards the front door.

"Wait, you can't leave without eating anything!" Harry shouted. I didn't want to listen as I put my boots on at the front door.

I turned to look at the kitchen doorway to see Harry standing there with a frying pan in his hand and Dante leading backwards with an egg hanging out of his mouth... nice.

"Not I'm fine."

with that I opened the door and closed it closely behind me and walked off to school.

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I made little effort with the clothes that I wore, baggy jeans with half a torn skit/fabric tired round my waist, a torn top and a long balck and purple jacket that I wore whenever I was hunting demons. Walking down the road, nearly everyone I passed looked at me as I carried my sword by my side. They think I'm crazy now but when a demon attack they'll thank me later. I know that humans are stronger than demons but they are really stupid sometimes.

Looking down the road bought back lots of memories of the demons that had come to our city to destroy it that all ended in a bloody and short battle. There was no game in the small demons that gets into the human world. On day I wanted to the bastard who killed my parents to show his face and fight rather than hiding behind his lap dogs he sends.

When I could see the college, I saw that I was one of the only students to walk through the car park. I wasn't surprised as it was 7:30 in the morning and most would just be getting out of bed by now.

Well time to get another shit day other and done with, with a sigh I walked into the building.

Once I was in I made my way toward the common room. The room looked like a bomb had hit it with drink cans and bottles littering the floor and chairs shattered around the room. After pushing three of the chairs together, I made a little bed. With the make-shift bed completed, I dumped my bags on the floor when I fell on the chairs holding tightly round my sword. It didn't take me long before I fell asleep again.

The good thing about Monday mornings was that I had no lessons till the afternoon. This would mean that I could nap during these frees time to caught up on sleep that is lost when any jobs that involve killing demon. Also when other students have to study in these free I'd do nothing as I would have completed all work for a full week in two days. So when I napped other knew it was best to leave me be.

"Hey Buffy." Dammit I thought he wouldn't bother me at school, but Harry was the headmaster of the place. "You've got a visitor."

"Well make it sound like I'm just a prisoner here sir."
"Yeah well I thought I'd be the kind of visitor you'd like... After all I am the one who brings you all the jobs that works the brain and include fighting." the visitor turned out to be Mr. Morrison, who always bought the good jobs.

"What is it Morrison?" with that Harry left the room while we talked business.

"Well a couple of days ago a demon appeared in the human world taking the human form of a well known demon. Since then, a human women has been with it, and this human is known to be dead." This little scene seemed to be very similar to what Dante told me last night. "These two that I talk about... are Sparda and Eva."

So that ends chapter 1, still new at writing storys so it won't be very good. Next one is on the way very soon.