Devil Can Love
Dante Fanfic
Warning: This Fanfic is directed for Dante fangirls. If you don't like it, don't read it. When you see the blanks, fill in your name. Enjoy ladies and PLEASE leave me some feedback. Be nice, I'm a beginner.
Part 1.
You entered a bar one night, trying to find some entertainment. Your ideas of entertainment were usually bar fights or man hunting. The past four bars you've been to were dull and quiet. But the fifth bar you've entered seemed to have it all, a jukebox, pool tables and darts, and lots of people rambling about nothing. You sit at a table by a window and look around. This one man at the bar caught your eye; he was the only one wearing red. Everyone else wore shades of black and white and some blue. You love a man who stands out. Another thing that stood him apart from the others was that he had beautiful, white hair.
"Wow." You say to yourself.
He looks over in your direction and spots you staring at him. A grin slapped across his face and he puts his beer down on the counter and walks over to you. He was nice and tall as well; a real looker. He had an excellent frame, a muscular body, a very handsome face, and what felt to be a charming vibe about him.
"Hey babe." He greeted, in a charming tone, grabbing your hand and kissing it.
"Hey hot stuff. I'm _."
"Dante… So, what are you doing here, miss?" he asks you, letting go of your hand and sitting across from you.
"Bar hopping. Trying to catch some action."
"Like what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and leaning back in the chair nonchalantly.
"Like… bar fights? I have this weird fascination with teeth falling to the floor." You smile, leaning on your knuckles and crossing your legs, giggling a little.
"Really now? That's… sexy. That's a characteristic that I thought no woman would have." He continued, leaning forward and getting up from his seat.
"Well, if it's a fight you want… it's a fight you get, babe. A fight every now and then does make life more interesting. Don't ya think?" He laughed in between phrases and walked backwards. You watched him, as giddy as a school girl as he put on a show for you.
He leaned against one of the pool tables, watching a few bikers play. Then he grabbed his beer from the counter and pretended to be intoxicated. He "spilled" his drink on one of the bikers' girlfriends and fell over on her,
"Oops." He chuckled, squeezing her breasts.
The girl shrieked and threw her hands up, drenched in beer. "Hey asshole, what the hell do you think you're doin'?" a big, burly biker exclaimed.
He stood up; thick and tall with a murderous look in his eye, clenching the collar of Dante's coat.
"Jus' inspectin' the trash you're ridin'. I was thinkin' about testin' her out for myself."
The woman gasped in rage and the man growled and punched him in the face. The man let him go and rubbed his throbbing knuckles. Dante chuckled and spit blood out to the floor,
"My grandma hits harder than you, buddy." He smiled, with blood staining his teeth and tongue.
"Everything okay, Bones?" one of the bigger man's henchmen asked, holding a pool stick.
Ten more men surrounded him, breaking beer bottles and cracking their knuckles. The bartender stepped in, "Try not to get blood all over the table cloths. It's hard to get out. And don't kill this one this time, yeah? I got enough on my plate as it is." He sighed, cleaning a mug.
"Don't worry Carl; I got this all under control." Bones said.
You sat back, hoping they don't kill him and preparing yourself for the show.
"Let's show this bastard why he shouldn't fuck with The Sons of Sparda!" One of the skinny bikers announced and sprang forward.
Dante grinned and turned toward him, twisting his wrist, kneeing him in the stomach and punched him in the face. The skinny biker coughed up his meal and beer and tumbled onto the floor, also spitting out a tooth,
"Slim! God dammit!" One of the members called.
Other guests of the bar began to exit, avoiding the brawl for their own safety. They begin to team up against him and he took them three at a time, four at a time. He threw them all over the bar, crashing into tables and breaking benches and glass. He was showing off for you. He taunted his foes and laughed with pleasure,
"C'mon, big guy. Show me whatcha got." Dante said to Bones.
He was the last one standing out of his whole crew. He growled as he stomped forward, drawing a flip knife from his pocket and stabbing Dante in the stomach, deep.
"Not so tough now, huh?" Bones chuckled in Dante's ear.
"Oh dammit! Look what you did to my shirt." He said back, signifying that he didn't feel a thing.
Bones backed up and pulled the knife from Dante's body with a frightened look on his face. "It… it can't be… you're…" he stuttered, dropping the knife, "I'm?" Dante asked, tilting his head to the side. The biker leader screamed with terror and ran out the bar. You clap wildly,
"Now THAT was some action!" You exclaim, looking around the bar, seeing broken glass and benches around. "Thank you very much. I'll be here all week." He responded, taking a bow. You loved a man that made you laugh. And he had a great sense of humor.
You laugh, getting up and walking over to him, "Are you okay? That wound looks serious." You ask, looking at his cut.
"I'm gonna be okay, the bastard ripped through my favorite shirt though." He responded, fiddling with the opening in his shirt.
"Aww. I think that's what you get for starting trouble."
"Hey! You were the one who made me do it."
"I did not! You really wanted to impress me and I could tell."
"Yeah, yeah. I did." He smiled, looking at you in the eyes, almost putting you in a trance with his beautiful, passionate, icy ones. "Well… I should go. Here's my number. Call me sometime." You flirt, handing him your house and cell number.
"Aww. So soon? I just met you." Dante complained, taking your number.
"Yeah, well, it's getting late and I have a schedule to abide by." You say and walk out of the bar. Dante watched your ass as you walked away.
"He's not gonna call. He just wanted to get lucky tonight, I know it. All the guys I meet are like that." You say to yourself, getting in your car.
You see him exiting the bar and heading over to his motorcycle and sitting on it. He looked so hot as the moonlight shined on him. You waited until he pulled off, watching as his hair blew in the wind. "…But… I wouldn't mind giving HIM a one night stand." You sigh starting the car and pulling off.
As you enter your house, you habitually drop your keys on the coffee table and sit in your favorite arm chair, kicking your shoes off. "What a night." You say to yourself. You sit for a minute or two, waiting for the phone to ring. After waiting in disappointment, you get up and head to your bedroom. You changed into your pajamas and cuddled under the blanket, falling asleep within five minutes with the last thing on your mind being Dante. You slept well that night.