Chapter 2! Enjoy :]

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Dante looked at the alarm clock, it's dial showing that it was midday. He then crushed the alarm clock with his fist and threw the shrapnel at the wall.

"God damn noise." He grunted. He stumbled out of bed, groggily pulled on his clothes, and plodded downstairs.

Light filtered through the brown, aged windows, and illuminated the dust which floated freely through the air. Everything was covered in a milky glow, and gave the shop a mysterious feel. Dante however, didn't notice any of this, and instead headed straight for his desk, sat down, and picked up the same magazine from the night before. However, before he could get too engrossed in it, he heard a faint knock at the door. He looked up, and saw the door slowly open. A young woman, around 19 or 20, peered around the door. She had a white sweeping fringe, but explosive, spiked black hair at the back , and she was quite tall. She had deep blue eyes which, in the gloomy light, seemed to look purple, as well as a quite pointy nose, and dark purple, quite plump lips, and poking sideways out of her hair, were curiously pointed ears. She cautiously entered the shop, looking rather overwhelmed by the interior. She let out a yelp as she caught sight of Dante, who had been watching her the entire time.

"Well, well, I don't see many kids around here, unless you count Patty of course. What would a person such as yourself be doing here?" Dante asked, returning his gaze back to his magazine. The girl blushed, looked down at her feet and began fiddling with the zip on her long white coat. Dante glanced up at her again.

"Something the matter? You're awfully quiet." He said, putting down the magazine and taking a good look at her "Cat got your tongue?"

The girl blushed an even darker red, but looked up at him, although she wouldn't quite look him in the eyes.

"Do...do you fight demons?" She asked hurriedly, as if feeling awkward about the question "I-I just thought, with the name and everything-" She stopped, and began playing with her zip again.

"So what if I do?" Dante asked casually. This made the girl look up quickly, her eyes widening.

"P-please, you have to help me!" She gabbled desperately "Last night me and my fiancee, Skylar, went down to the docks to meet our friend. When we arrived, we found him, and all of the other dock workers...They had been-" She choked as tears welled up in her eyes. She wiped them with her sleeve, and continued,

"We heard a noise from one of the large crates which had just been delivered by the large cargo ships. There was this horrible, screeching noise, and there was blood all around it. Skylar told me to wait while he checked the crate. I heard him scream, and then..." She broke down and began sobbing. Dante stood up, walked over to her, and rested his hand on her shoulder. He softly tilted her head so she was looking at him.

"Do you believe that demons did it?" He asked calmly. She nodded, tears streaming down her face. "Well then, I guess I've got a job to do, haven't I?" Dante asked. He strode over to his desk, grabbed his guns, ebony and ivory, and put them in their holsters. He grabbed his sword, rebellion, from the back of the room, and put it on his back. He turned back to the young woman "You should return home. You needn't worry, I'll have this demon dealt with by teatime" He said, grinning.

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Seras woke suddenly, and started to sit up straight. However, she was in a coffin, and ended up head-butting the lid instead. Her muffled shouts could be heard from outside of the small box. She pushed off the lid, and, after making sure that it was safe, sat up straight. She clambered out awkwardly, and got herself ready for the evening. She pulled on her yellow uniform, which she always found ridiculously impractical, and headed upstairs to find nearest kitchen.

As she walked through the endless corridors, she wondered how long it would take to memorize the layout. She imagined herself stumbling across some lost soldier, who had given up trying to navigate the house, and ended up in some abandoned room somewhere. She shook off the thought, and realized that she had inadvertently wandered into the main hall.

"Ah, Miss Victoria, good evening, I'm glad you're awake," Came a voice. Seras span around and saw Walter walking out of one of the opposite corridors and moving towards her. "Could you spare a moment?" He asked, as he approached her. She nodded quickly,

"Of course I can" She added. Walter smiled, and began leading her by the arm up the stairs.

"Very good. Well, I need your help with something. We're trying to track down a mercenary by the of Dante. We have reason to suspect that he is a vampire. However, I need to gather some information on him. So far all we have is a telephone number. I'm going to try and track his location with the help of some technology." Walter explained. Seras nodded, urging him to continue. "But, in the meantime I need you to try and get some background information on him. Anything will do."

"Don't we usually have people doing this for us?" She asked, feeling rather nervous, "I mean, the round table usually sort this kind of thing out, don't they?"

"Unfortunately, Dante does not live in England. He is in America, as far as we an tell, and therefore the round table don't feel the need to investigate him. Integra, however, believes that he is great enough of a threat to overlook the fact that he is in a different country." Walter answered, opening the door to a large room filled with computers. Walter stepped to the side to let Seras enter. She walked in slowly, and sat down at the nearest computer. Walter followed, and sat at the computer next to her. He began opening programs and typing furiously, while Seras sat dumbstruck. She moved the mouse. The cursor moved on the screen. She clicked on the start button, but turned to face Walter.

"Um, Walter..." Seras started, blushing furiously. Walter looked at her "I, er, don't really know how to use computers."

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Dante arrived at the docks, and immediately smelt blood. He descended a few worn, uneven steps and found himself at the part of the docks where cargo was held. The air was thick with the scent of rotting flesh, and the soup like fog which had formed created a humid blanket which, combined with the unholy stench, was enough to make a man gag. However, Dante, who was used to the smell of his office, was unaffected by the smell, and instead followed the trail of blood which had seeped into the tarmac.

"They never think to cover their tracks, do they?" He grumbled, as he got closer to the source of the scent. He found himself in a clearing, surrounded by the large metal containers which are so often found in docks. Dead bodies were scattered around on the floor, and had several stab wounds. Dante ignored them and began walking over to the large wooden crate which was situated at the other side of the clearing. As Dante approached he could hear a high pitched noise which seemed to cut through the air like a knife, and he knew exactly what he was dealing with.

"Well, if it isn't Mephisto!" He called out, "Won't you come out and play!?" Suddenly, a large black mass seemed to float out of the crate, with a red head. It had a sharp, knife like finger which extended from it's black 'aura'. Dante grinned and jumped into the air, while pulling out ebony and ivory. He shot repeatedly at the mass, which didn't seem affected. As he landed on the ground, he put away ebony and ivory, and instead pulled out a double barreled shot gun. He moved faster than the eye can see into the air, until he was at point blank range to the mephisto, and shot it right in the face. It's black aura disappeared, and it fell to the ground as a spindly, red insect. Dante dropped to the floor, put away the shotgun, then sliced it clean in half with rebellion.

"Well, now that that's over with I can finally get some peace and quiet!" Dante called triumphantly, putting his sword back on his back. He glanced back at the crate, and quickly went over to check that there were no more demons. As he went behind it he saw that the back panel had been ripped off entirely, and that, inside, there was a body inside, with a single wound straight through the heart. Dante checked the man for ID, and found his wallet. His driving license read 'Skylar Arrowsmith'. Dante took the license, and made his way back to Devil May Cry.