This is a twisted story. Got the idea from something that had happened to a friend of mine. Don't worry I did ask if I could use this insodent. Anyways if you don't like insest then don't read otherwise enjoy. ^^

I was running for my life. There were huge ugly creatures chasing me. They had been chasing me for what seemed like hours. My lungs were on fire and my legs were just about to give out. No more than two blocks that's just what they did. I fell to the ground hard; breathing labored, muscles aching. The creatures were closing in on me; drool dripping from their fangs. Suddenly loud gunfire ripped through the air. Looking up I saw a beautiful man with silver hair and crystal blue eyes. Just before I blacked out I uttered one single word…you.

Waking up to a phone ringing I could hear a male's voice answer it. All I could make out was the man saying something about devil may cry and that something wasn't open yet. Sitting up from what I suspected was the man's couch. My eyes adjusted to the dim light that was coming from a falling sun. Looking over to where the sound of the phone being hung up was coming from, I saw a silver haired man in a red outfit. He was sitting with his feet up on his desk. As I got up the couch it called out which made me jump slightly. Looking back at the couch I glared daggers at it for making a sound and then looked over at the man who was now looking over at me with a cocky smile.

"I see you're awake now." The man smiled at me. "What's your name beautiful?"

I blushed a deep red and opened my mouth to answer but shut it quickly. The realization had finally hit me. I couldn't remember anything about who I was. Tears welded up in my eyes as I just stared at the man before me.

"Hey, there's no need to cry sweetheart." The man stated as he attempted to sooth my nerves. "If I said something to upset you I'm sorry."

"It-it wasn't you." I quietly stated in a tone that was just above a whisper. "I can't remember."

"You can't remember who you are?" The man questioned sounding a little annoyed as I shook my head no. "That's just what I need." He stated to himself but accidentally loud enough for me to hear.

"I'm sorry." I apologized. "I do remember a couple of things."

"That would be what exactly?"

"I remember that you saved me from those creatures." I lightly smiled. "Thank you for that. Who knows what they would have done to me."

"They would have killed you." The man bluntly stated.

"Mr. Dante, that's no way to make a woman feel safe after such an ordeal," A younger man that looked just like the older one that's still sitting at his desk stated. The only thing that was different about the two, other than age, was that the younger one wore a blue and red outfit. However the number one thing that caught my eye was that the younger one had one normal are and one that, well wasn't so much normal. "Please do forgive him-"

"She doesn't remember her name Nero." Mr. Dante stated with his back to me now.

"Well then, that's highly unfortunate. What should we call you until you do remember?" Nero asked sweetly.

"Girl works for me." Mr. Dante scoffed.

"That's a bullshit call Dante!" Nero growled.

"It doesn't bother me…Nero was it?" I stated in a low voice. "It makes since to me."

"It does?" Both men gasped in shock.

"Yeah, think about it, I already have a name so giving me one would be pointless when I get my memories back." I smiled.

"Girl it is then." Mr. Dante stated.

Both Nero and I glared at Mr. Dante's comment and his tone of voice. I liked Nero. He was a lot nicer than Mr. Dante was. What slightly bothered me was that Mr. Dante looked extremely similar to the man in my dreams. Well other than their cloths…or lack of cloths. I shook off the thoughts and walked around the room. When I came to the stairs I looked over my shoulder towards Mr. Dante, who waved his approval. I slowly ascended the stairs to find a short hallway. The first door was half-way open to reveal a nice sized bedroom. I kept walking not wanting to intrude since it seemed like it was Nero's room. The second door was wide open revealing a large bed and deep red curtains. I don't know what possessed me to enter but I did. Looking around I found that this room was very simple; bed, small three draw dresser, and a simple closet.

"I see you've found my room." Mr. Dante stated from behind me.

I spun around slightly fearing this man. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. Something just called to me in here."

"Called to you?"

"Yes. I don't know what it-what's that?" I question as I pointed to a necklace that held a red jewel.

"That's just a necklace that my mother gave me when I was younger." Mr. Dante stated.

"Weird."

"What is?"

"That's what's been calling to me."

"My necklace has been calling to you? Yeah I would say that's weird."

"Sorry for intruding Mr. Dante." I apologized again as I slipped past said man.

I continued down the hall to find a bathroom; yet another simple room. I returned to the first floor and caught sight of Mr. Dante's cocky smile. Shaking my head I took a seat next to Nero. We got to talking about how he came to live with Mr. Dante and where he use to live. I found it interesting and yet I still felt alone. I desperately wanted to remember what had been mine to remember. However, I didn't let it show that I was so unnerved by it.

"So I heard that you could remember only a couple of things."

"Yeah."

"Do you mind if I ask what those things are?"

"No I don't mind Nero. The most recent memory is of Mr. Dante saving me from…what did you call your monsters again?"

"Devils." Nero responded.

"Right, devils. The other thing that I remember is a little jumbled." I stated as Mr. Dante ease dropped.

"Well maybe we could help if you told us." Nero insisted.

"Ok." I smiled as I started to concentrate on the jumbled memory. "Someone's holding me safe and warm; horses are prancing through a silver storm; figures are dancing all around me; it must have been long ago since the clothing was much different from yours and Mr. Dante's. That's all I can remember. These are thing that my heart use to know and it yerns to remember. Oh, and a song someone sings. The month was December which means that the silver storm must be a snow storm right?"

"Sounds like you're older than you look Girl." Mr. Dante states from his desk.

"What makes you say that Mr. Dante?" Nero and I both asked.

Mr. Dante got up from his desk and headed over to a book that was sitting on top of the T.V. He leaned lightly against the T.V. and flipped through the pages. After finding a page he handed the book to Nero.

"What's this Dante?" Nero asked as he handed the book to me.

"That's the kind of cloths the people were wearing in my memory." I gasped as I just stared at the picture of people in old Victorian clothing.

"That's what that is kid." Dante stated as he sat back down in his chair and placed his feet back on the desk.

I just kept looking at the page until something else came to mind. "Mr. Dante, do you know the legend?"

"Which one?"

"The legend of Sparda."

Everyone in the room froze at my words. I looked from Nero to Mr. Dante and back again. Doing that a few more times I finally broke the uncomfortable silence.

"Well have you?"

"No. Why don't you tell it to us?" Dante said regaining his cool exposure.

"Long ago in ancient times, a demon rebelled against his own kind for the sake of the human race. With his sword he shut the portal to the demonic realm and sealed the evil entities off from the human world. But since he was a demon himself his power was trapped on the other side. He found a human wife and had two sons." I stated as I continued to look at the picture in the book.

"Where did you hear that legend?" Dante slightly snapped.

"I don't remember. I think my father told me but I just can't remember." I answered.