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Dante sat at his desk. Cluttered with everything from an old shirt to day old pizza. He did need to fix up his place, but without many sightings recently in New York he didn't have the money to afford it, hell he barely got the rent in that week. His phone rang, "Devil may cry."

"Is this Dante?" came the voice, heavily British.

"What the bloody hell do you want?"

The man replied with the password. Dante's face lit up. Then dropped again once he heard his assignment. Protect some girls and their "watchers", whatever those bloody were. He was supposed to get another call from one of the watchers, an Irishman named Conner. Supposed to tell him where to go to pick them up. Dante would set him straight when he called.

Before he knew it Dante was in his car driving to the rendezvous. "Wait, damn it" He muttered to himself. An airport, how original. Dante moved and took a spot outside where the arrivals came out. He immediately recognized them, two older men and three teenagers kind of jumped out at him. Conner, apparently the larger of the two men hurried the girls along when the saw Dante's car. He hopped in the front seat, "Drive, fast."

Dante flung himself on the couch in his office. "Make yourselves comfortable and piss off."

"Wait, we need to talk." Said Conner but Dante was asleep. The girls were huddled in the kitchen. "He did say to make ourselves comfortable" one said as she checked out his fridge. "Girls" They heard a voice say. It came from the other room. When they entered they met Conner and the other watcher Marice. "We need to talk."

The three girls were potentials from Florida. Dante already knew that, he wasn't an idiot. There should be another watcher though. Two watchers, three girls. Better ask them about it, and then he overheard them.

"-Stay here, with Morgan dead we need to pump up your training. We can't afford to be lazy. Whoever the watchers set us up with, this Dante fellow. I don't think he knows what he's doing. He might not look it but if the vampires come after us again then I don't think he'll be much help."

Not much help, that asshole. Dante was worth more than three potentials and two watchers, well in his mind he was but in his mind nothing was really more important than him. Wait he was supposed to be listening.

"C'mon Conner the girls have been through a lot these past few weeks, potentials and their watchers have been dropping left, right and centre. We should give them the day off. We'd best find out what he can about our new associate"

There was a mumble then Dante stopped listening. Walking into the next room, which fortunately was attached to the kitchen he looked at the two watchers. "Talking 'bout me aren't you?"

"Not at all mister um Dante. We were just discussing plans" One of the girls said. They were obviously scared. Of vampires no doubt, they were after all, potentials. "So what are you planning?"

Conner spoke up, "After a short time here, we will be moving these girls to Sunnydale to be under the protection of the slayer."

"Oh, pizza anyone?" Dante asked, so he was just a bump in the road. He could provide better protection than any slayer. He picked up the phone and took orders. The pizza would arrive in half an hour. Once the sun set the vampire would come out, probably looking for the girls. They wouldn't get attacked tonight. Couldn't say the same thing about the next night.

Over dinner the girls asked him about the three dimensional pictures in his entrance. They weren't pictures; they were demons Dante had killed over his travels. He didn't tell them that though. Vampires, he smelled them. How did they find Dante' s shop so fast? It didn't matter, they were there, and they could get in. His home was after all, also a public office. And then they hit.

Two crashed through his window while another four bashed the door down. Conner took the girls into the back and came back out. Dante had none of his weapons on him save for his handguns, and without his special magazines they were the next to worthless. He could easily go toe to toe with a vampire; six would be easy as well. He would also have to protect the girls, which would complicate things. Marice was overrun quickly. Dante ran up to the two that came from the window. He beat one down. The other looked at him, it laughed, saying something about no stake. Dante smirked, and punched its head clean from its shoulders. Conner moved to one of Dante's swords on the wall, bad idea. As soon as he got close he was killed. Alastor impaled him. Dante curse under his breath as the four remaining vampires created a semi circle around him. Dante quickly powered his devil side, turning his hands into claws. He swiped at one vampire, killing it. At the same time he got a kick to the gut. 'Too bad vampires were weaklings' he thought. This could have been fun.

Dante quickly dispatched two of the vampires. The last one ran. Dante sighed. Shit the girls. He ran into the back room he found seven piles of dust. The three girls were huddled in the corner, each one as bloody as the next. In the middle of the room he saw something he'd never thought he'd see.

"Um, guys, could you, um go back to the form where you don't scare the hell out of me." Dante said. On the floor sat a three-headed dog, two sword wielding demons with heads on their blades and Infrit, the guardian of flames. They quickly obeyed their masters orders and returned to being a triple nun chuck, two serrated blades, and grieves and gauntlets. "They saved us mister Dante. Umm where is Conner?"

"Dead"

"What'll we do?" They asked.

"Tonight we sleep, tomorrow we go to Sunnydale." Dante said. Wait, we? Oh bloody hell; he was a part of this now. Might as well kick some ass. It was his job, he'd better get paid for this.

As the girls slept, Dante grabbed what he wanted to bring, since he wouldn't be coming back that was next to everything. He was going to leave Nevan to guard the office. She could deal with vampires easily, hell she almost kicked him ass back in the Temin-ne-gru. He even grabbed Sparda. He rarely used it even though it was by far his strongest devil arm. He couldn't command it. It would devil trigger him at anytime of extreme anger. He would lose control and become his father. Agile, strong, tall, fearless and unstoppable. An efficient killing machine just like his father, just like any devil. He didn't like losing his humanity like that but it would be a valuable asset. He grabbed Alastor as it, once again tried to stab him in the chest. Damn assassin. Infrit and the others gave no protest. He got four hours of sleep. He didn't need much anyway, one of the perks of being a half-devil.

That was another thing he hadn't thought about, what would he tell the slayer? What would he say when she asked why he survived where two trained watchers could not?

Better not to tell her anything, try to keep it a secret. No devil triggering, no over the top moves, definitely no teleportation. If she asked it was because there were only three vampires and they didn't expect him to put up much fight. Would that even work? He was an idiot why couldn't he come up with something more plausible. Then it hit him. "Girls! If the slayer asks tell her I'm a watcher!"

"Why lie?" came the reply, damn girls.

"Just do it, please." He added the please on the end so it might actually work.

Grabbing his bags he shoved all of it into his car and took the girls to his private airport. "You have your own airport?" One of the girls asked.

"No, just one of my friends." He said. Good going Enzo, the plane wasn't late.

Dante forgot that a trip across America took awhile, on a private jet with three teenage girls. 'Bloody hell why couldn't they just shut the hell up' he thought to himself as her listened to them talk about how nice it was in the plane and that the got champagne even though they were underage.

After too many hours the plane set down in L.A and Dante rented a car, a fast one. They entered the Sunnydale limits in two more hours. "Girls welcome to Sunnydale. Now lets find that damn slayer."