DISCLAIMER: I don't own, nor did I make the characters from Devil May Cry. The Female character and the storyline on the other hand… I completely owned it! :P
A Chance Encounter
Dante and his partner, Trish, were walking along the street to "Devil May Cry" after getting done with a mission. They got a call the night before, of demons feasting on women. When Both got to the scene they found demon in the form of men, raping and eating young girls alive. They could only assume that they were doing it for their own gain, and there didn't seem to be a ring leader either. Dante and Trish figure it would be an easy battle, so they were quick to expend their energy, only to realize later, there were more then they had anticipated. They were tired, ready to sit back and relax, not wanting to take calls for some time.
Dante, on the other hand, knew he wasn't going to be getting much rest. His mind was on something; or someone; else. His mind had been filled with lust for some time now, he couldn't shake it, and the only thing that could ease his mind from it was missions. But with his sleep being interrupted by dreams of lust, and lack of energy he couldn't do the missions alone. He didn't bother to tell Trish, he thought she'd just give him crap for being lonely. He didn't want to deal with it. The one thing he couldn't shake though, was this woman who penetrated his dreams. She controlled them, and she was going on nameless for the longest time. Every time he'd wake, he could feel her touch, her scent, and her pain. The dreams were filled with lust, ecstasy, and sometimes pure agony. Dante shook his head, trying to forget about it, all he wanted was his bed. He was tired, drained, and he hoped that he would sleep for once.
"Well that took longer then usual…." Trish sighed, sluggishly walking. She stretched, groaning in the process and standing on her toes. She slouched down and grunted, seeing that the building was still a ways away.
"We could have waited. With the other three missions, I didn't expect to run into so many. Luck isn't on the fair side today." He hissed, "I'm not taking calls for a week. I want some rest. Some pizza, a brew… that would be nice."
"Yeah, like we could afford to be off for a we…" Trish responded only to be cut off when she took a dive for the pavement. "What the hell!" She exclaimed. They both looked to her feet, to see what exactly had happened, and were shocked to find a girl lying at their feet. They didn't speak to one another, only looking at the girl baffled, and neither could determine if she had been with the others or not, either way, she was in bad condition. She was beaten, bruised from head to toe, and she had numerous cuts. She was hardly recognizable, her face was beaten so bad. Trish sighed, scaring Dante. "She's still alive."
"What is she doing here? And who is she?" Dante asked, He looked to her expecting an answer. All she did was shake her head. Dante bent down, intrigued by the girl. She seemed so tiny, but he knew she wasn't a child. Her outfit explained otherwise. She wore black Capris; no shoes; a black bikini top; She had a band on her left arm with what seemed like an infinity symbol on it and a utility belt. She didn't seem to have any weapons, and yet she seemed to have fought for her life.
"Hey!" Dante called out, he grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her a little. Sensing something on his hands, he pulled back and felts his hands were close to a fire. He looked at his hands to find nothing out of the ordinary. He looked back to her, and found that his hands were imprinted on her skin. Shockingly, it was as if he had burned her flesh. Her skin blistered under his touch, and left a bright red lesion.
"Well, what do we have here." Trish said, looking at the wound. She bent down, ready to touch the girl when she groaned, and moved slightly. "Seems like she's pure, or she's wearing something to protect her from demons" She stated, watching the woman.
"What do you mean by pure?" Dante asked, raising an eyebrow. He was having a bad feeling and couldn't determine if he should bring her inside or not.
"Are you serious?" Trish asked. "Think about it!" She almost seemingly yelled at him. He stared at her, confused at why she'd be angry, and after a moment, sighed. "A virgin you dipshit! We should take her inside, she could use a little cleaning up" Trish said, brushing hair out of the girl's face. Dante grunted, not because he was bring a strange girl inside, but because he'd be the one to bring her in. He bent down and carefully picked her up, making sure he didn't touch her skin. The girl stirred some more, Dante hissed for Trish to hurry up, he didn't want this girl waking up and freaking her out. They made their way through his office and down the hall where a spare bedroom resided. Dante was quick to place her on the bed, and in doing so, he touched her arm when he placed her down and burned her.
"I'll get some supplies, if she wakes, tell her whatever. Just make sure I can treat her first." Trish said, laughing at Dante after he cursed. Dante watched Trish as she left, and when she was out of site, he focused his attention on the girl. He found the girl's behavior odd, the girl groaned, and stirred on the bed. He wasn't positive, but it seemed like she found the burning… pleasurable? Dante thought for a second, wondering if he should test the theory, and before he knew it, he was acting on it. Kneeling next to the girl, He took his pointer finger and let it hover above her collarbone, below her neck. He hesitated for a moment, and touched her skin, trailing his finger all the way down to her bellybutton. Her skin blistered under his touch, the girl suddenly moaned, and a sigh of relief followed after. Dante found himself becoming aroused by the actions, and jumped a moment later, when he heard a commotion behind him.
"Is she waking up? Trish asked, walking through the door with medical supplies in hand. Trish looked at him, and he only shook his head, turning quickly and leaving the room. Trish looked at him funny, wondering what had gotten into him, and she shrugged it off. "Alright… Let's get this done and over with…" Trish said, turning to find the burn down her chest.
Dante walked into his office, sitting in his chair roughly and throwing his feet on his desk. He put an arm over his eye, he wanted to get this women off his mind, but he didn't know why she was all over it in the first place. He knew she wasn't the girl who infected his dreams, but why was he becoming so aroused by her, seemingly, liking of pain? Maybe his mind was still a mess, it's not like he had any other female attractions to affect him like this. Trish resembled his mother to much, he wouldn't dare to find her that way, and he didn't want to try. He couldn't think about any of it rationally, his mind was in a completely different place than it should be and the only thing he could think of doing to ease his mind was missions. They had just gotten done with one, he needed rest but he suddenly found himself thinking of the mission. Maybe that was the reason why he was bothered by the girl. Maybe she had some kind of charm on her, put on by one of the demons, and it was affecting him, and not Trish. Could that be the case? She did seem young like the other women, and she did seem pretty beaten up, maybe she had gotten away, and that was indeed the case.
"Dante…. HEY!" Trish yelled at him, making him bolt upright, and he looked at her, a bit annoyed. "The girls set, she's cleaned and bandaged up. She didn't seem as bad as it looked, she seems to be waking so keep an eye on her."
"Where are you going?" Dante asked, pissed that she was dropping the girl off in his lap. "I am 'going' into town to see if I can find some information. Maybe have a beer or two while I'm at it." she hissed at him.
"I got a quick question, you haven't been feeling… different… since we found the girl have you?" Dante asked, rubbing his temples.
"… No… " she looked at him funny. "I think you're just tired, go get some rest. I'll be back soon. If she wakes, make sure she's able to leave safely." Trish said heading for the door. "And make sure you don't burn her again" Dante threw her a quick glace as she left the office with a smirk on her face.
Dante grunted in disappointment. Had she figured him out? Did she know what he was thinking, or even feeling? He viciously shook his head, forgetting about what she had said and decided to turn in. He made his way through the office, turning off the lights, and he looked back, seeing the jukebox light up the room. He made his way down the hall, walking past the girl's bedroom and trying his best to ignore his urge to explore more. He wasn't pure like she was, supposedly. Turning into his room, he shut the door forcefully and flopped onto the bed. He could hear his broken faucet in the bathroom, almost like it was torturing him and he turned on his side, looking out the window.
He sat there in silence, letting his thoughts get a hold of him, and he couldn't help but let his mind wander towards her. He could hear her in the other room, she kept shifting, and he could hear her rasping breath. He turned to face the opposite direction, trying to cover up the sounds of her with his own movements and that's when he realized that it was hard to move. He got mad, turning on his back and watching the ceiling fan. He watched shadows from the outside dance across ceiling, the moonlight shining brightly, almost as if it were to blind. As he tried to think about other things, switching from one topic to the next, he heard the girl cry out in pain. He froze, not sure what kind of sound it was, and he was trying hard to determine if she was actually in pain, or if it was something else. Again she heard her cry out, and he ignored her, figuring her wounds were causing the pain. He moved slightly and realized that it was alright to move again.
For a while he sat, silence seemingly taking over his ears, and he was almost of the verge of sleep when he bolted upright in his bed. It wasn't a presence that disturbed his sleep, but more of a need that he wanted to fulfill. He couldn't understand what had happened, the feeling flooded over him, he wasn't sure what exactly it was, and he sat at the edge of the bed listening. He couldn't control himself any longer, he got off the bed and walked towards the door, listening for
her movements. Everything seemed still, silence filled the house, almost to the point it was deafening. He opened his door, hearing the hinges groan in disappointment, of course, it wasn't like he could help it. Temptation does get the best of everyone, and he is half demon after all. He stepped into the hallway, he could see her door was open and he could hear her periodically, still in pain. Whether it was good, or bad pain… He couldn't tell. He walked forward, he seen her light was on, he didn't know how but he thought for sure he had turned them off. He was finally in her door frame, and he seen her, sprawled across the bed, sheets tangled around her arms and legs, and she was sweating. He could only guess it was from being in pain, she was breathing heavily, and she seemed uncomfortable. He noticed then that all of her wounds were gone, he couldn't understand how though, from how she was before, not even he could heal that quickly.
He glanced at her face, and seen that she was beautiful… almost angelic. Even with the black hair. He walked up besides the bed, and knelt, watching her closely. She was fidgety, even when she seemed still, she couldn't help but move. Something was bothering her, Dante couldn't figure out what it was. If she had no wounds, what kind of discomfort was she in?
Not waiting a moment longer, he slowly and hesitantly placed a finger on her arm, watching for any kind of movements. Again, her skin blistered and the girl groaned to the touch, unlike before, when it was seemingly arousing her, and Dante figured it was his imagination. He decided to give it a few more tries, he made a longer line down her arm, and to his disbelief, she moaned. Something suddenly took him over, and without actually noticing, he dragged his finger across her fragile skin and she moaned louder, moving closer to the touch. Dante watched her, far more interested then he should have been and a small smirk formed in the corner of his mouth. She was stirring more, her breath becoming more raspy and her body became ridged against his touch. Dante watched her again, wondering if he should continue, or refrain from doing so. Who knew what this was doing to her body, and who knew what would happen to him if she were to wake. He didn't care, he took the chance and place himself above her. He didn't get on the bed, he just loomed over her, fascinated by her very essence. He wanted to take her for his own, but something kept him from doing so. Was it her purity? Or maybe it was his human side deciding it wasn't proper. Just as Dante was about to touch her again, her eyes snapped open, and he didn't have time to react. She grabbed him by his coat and threw him across the room. He hit the wall and fell to the ground, confused and dazed. He looked up, resting his head on the wall, and she walked over to him. He could only laugh.
"I'm not going to hurt you; My friend and I brought you in from outside. You were hurt outside." She ignored him, and crouched beside him. "Least you could do is say thanks." He looked at her.
"I don't like strangers touching me…" She smiled, and she grabbed him again, this time, by his throat. She picked him up, and in one fluid motion, had him pinned to the ground. He was dazed, and he didn't notice her reaching behind her back to pull something out. With another quick motion, she had his hands, legs and shoulders pinned to the ground with small daggers. He cried out in pain, but laughed afterwards. Dante was amazed at her strength and ability, but he was confused again when he found himself getting aroused by the situation. She smiled at him, finding it fascinating by how he was acting on such an occasion.
"What's so funny?" She asked, standing over him.
"If you're going to kill me. It's pretty much impossible." He said under his breath. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not trying to kill you." She winked at him, and proceeded to leave the room. Dante watched her as she left, listening as her footsteps grew fainter. For a moment, he couldn't hear anything, but then he heard the front door open. He cursed at himself and pulled his hands from the floor. He slammed his hands against the floor, pushing the daggers out, and he reached for his shoulders. He grinned his teeth a moment later, when the daggers burned his flesh. They were spell bound. Dante heard the front door close, and he mustered up the courage to pull them out. When he was finally free from the floor, he jumped to his feet and ran towards the door. He ran out so quickly, he stumbled down the steps, almost falling on a pedestrian. Looking in both directions, he couldn't see any sign of the girl. Trish came around a corner a moment later, looking at something, and Dante quickly went to her.
"Was that the girl?" Trish asked, she seemed to have a buzz, "And why do you have stab wounds!" She said grabbing his hand. She looked at them, and realized they would be a quick patch up job. Dante looked downthe street, but he was too late. The girl was gone.
"Where did she go?" He asked her.
"I don't know. What happened? Did you guys fight or something?" She asked. Dante stared off in the distance. She got frustrated a moment later and dug her nails into the wound. "I'm talking to you!"
"Nothing happened…. God damn!" he hissed, turning back to Devil May Cry.
A/N: I would like to point out, that people probably have seen this story before. I already deleted my old one, I wanted to re-write it, cause in all honesty…. The last one sucked. Massively. So I am uploading everything from scratch.
AND PLEASE; if you read it, tell me what you think! I don't really care about grammar and all that jazz, cause honestly, It's not my job. I'm doing this all in good fun, but that also doesn't mean I won't want your feed back. :3 THANKS!
