A/N- I'm sorry it's been so long. I suffered from a massive case of writer's block plus I've been busy. Well I finally found some time and finished up chapter 2. There are a few things that are going to be different. Thanks for reading and enjoy! I'll try to put chapter three up as soon as I can.

Disclaimer- I do not own Resident Evil or Devil May Cry. I am not making any money. This is just for fun.

Chapter 2

Dante shut off the engine to his motorcycle and checked the map Trish had given him. "This should be the place" he mumbled. He stepped off his bike and walked around, whistling at the sight of the dead trees and dying plants. The sky was slightly dark and ominous. "Not really a welcoming place is it?" he muttered.

A wooden bridge soon came into view. It looked centuries old. Parked on the other side of it was a jeep. Inside were two men. 'What are they here for?' Dante thought. His thoughts were interrupted by angry yelling. He hid behind a large boulder and watched the scenery. A rusty old truck honked furiously and rammed into the jeep.

Dante watched as both vehicles fell over the cliff. 'What the hell?' he thought. "Un forastero!" a voice shouted. Dante turned and saw a male and a female standing behind him, glaring at him with dead sunken eyes. There was something odd about these people. Their skin was sickly pale, spattered with blood and hideous scars. Their clothes were a tattered mess of mud and guts, as if they had forgotten the concept of sanitation.

Both persons were armed and sluggishly walked toward him. "I don't want any trouble" Dante said. The woman suddenly screamed an angry scream and ran towards him with a kitchen knife raised over her head. Dante knocked the knife from her grasp and grabbed her wrists. "Calm down lady" he said. He groaned as something sharp pierced him.

An axe was embedded in his side. He pushed the woman away and pulled the axe out. He dropped the weapon on the ground and grunted as the woman jumped on him from behind. "Te voy a matar" she said as she wrapped her hands around his throat. The male grabbed another axe and charged at Dante, who quickly turned and let the woman take the hit. He then grabbed the woman's arms and flipped her over. Dante had no choice; he reached into his coat and pulled out Ebony. The woman moaned as she was shot in the chest.

Dante gasped a small gasp as an axe whizzed past him, barely missing his head. He looked at the old man and aimed his gun firmly. "I don't want to have to kill you too" he said. "Killing humans isn't my style." In sudden act the man ran forward with his arms outstretched, hissing loudly. Dante shook his head and waited for the perfect moment to pull the trigger.

The man stopped dead in his tracks, dropped to his knees and fell forward. "Lord Saddler" he said as he took his last breath. Dante bemoaned as he felt a sharp object pierce his back. He jumped forward and turned to face his attacker. "What the..." The woman he had shot earlier was still standing, a complete impossibility. No mere human could survive a bullet to the chest, especially if it came from Ebony or Ivory. 'These people aren't human' he mused. He aimed his gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced straight through her eyes.

The woman moaned once again and fell back. A look of surprise crossed his face as he witnessed the woman's body dissolve into the ground. "Definitely not human" he said as he made his way over to the now broken bridge. He peered down the cliff and saw water and rocks, with no trace of the two vehicles.

Dante rubbed his chin, taking a moment to think. He then took a few steps back. He placed Ebony back in its holster underneath his coat. He stared straight ahead. Complete silence surrounded him. He suddenly ran forward and jumped a good long distance, easily landing on the other side. He chortled and continued his stroll, following a marked down path.

Up ahead, he was able to see a two store cabin. Gunshots were coming from inside. He hid behind a tree and pulled out Ivory. Three males, two armed with axes and one holding a pitchfork, were standing outside. "Agarrenlo!"

The sound of a window breaking echoed. Dante glanced and saw a Caucasian male with dark blond hair, wearing a brown jacket and blue cargo pants, roll on the ground. The three males ran toward him, their weapons raised.

The man stood up and aimed his handgun. "Freeze!" he said his voice loud and direct. His orders were ignored. The man stepped back. "I said freeze!"

Dante sighed and shook his head. He then stepped out from his hiding place and shot each man behind the head. The men groaned and dropped to their knees. "Lord Saddler." They fell forward and dissolved into the ground.

Dante smirked and placed Ivory away. "Thanks" the man said. "Don't mention it" Dante replied. The man suddenly walked off. Dante followed. The man stopped as he reached the cliff and peered down, seeing the destruction that had been done. He shook his head, his expression remorseful. "No…" he whispered softly.

Dante was quiet. The man sighed. "Agarrenlo!" a voice shouted. The man gasped a small gasp. Dante turned to see four more armed men running toward them. The man raised his gun.

Dante reached into his coat and pulled out Ivory. The men slowed to a walk. Three were armed with an axe and one with a pitchfork. They growled. Three more appeared and joined in. An axe was thrown. Dante grunted as it pierced his left shoulder. The man began to fire his weapon as Dante nonchalantly pulled out the axe.

He grabbed the hilt and threw it, striking a man straight in the head. He then joined in firing. Man after man, they fell until none were left. Dante sighed.

The man lowered his weapon and grabbed Dante's arm. "You okay? How bad is it?" he questioned. Dante pushed him away. "I'm fine" he said.
The man gasped a quiet gasp as he saw that the wound had healed, as if it were never there. "You… aren't human."

He quickly pulled out his gun. Dante did the same. "What are you?" the man questioned. He kept his gun firmly aimed at Dante, who did the same toward him. Dante chuckled. "What does it matter? Are you going to kill me too?"

"Only if I have to" the man responded, "You're a threat."

"A threat?" Dante scoffed. "What about you? You don't look so promising yourself. How do I know you're not a crazed murderer?"

"I had no choice but to eradicate that man. He was hostile."

Dante shook his head. "See, that's the difference. You say you had no choice, but what about now? You can kill me and no one will know, or you can let me do what I came here for."

The man's ocean blue eyes studied him intensely. 'This man isn't human' he thought. 'How can I trust him? How do I know he won't try to kill me if I let him live?' A young girl's face suddenly appeared in his mind; innocent, frail, beautiful… such hypnotizing blue eyes… an angelic singing voice… Manuela. Manuela was not entirely human yet he had trusted her. He had saved her, risked his life for her, cared for her. If he had been able to trust her, why couldn't he trust someone else?

He lowered his weapon. Dante did the same. "So you got a name?" Dante questioned. The man looked at him. "Leon" he said, "Yours?"

"Dante" Dante replied. "What brings you here?" Leon queried. "I could ask you the same thing" Dante retorted. Leon reached into one of his multiple pants pockets and pulled out a picture of a young, Caucasian, blond haired girl. She had a light complexion and brown eyes. She wore a sleeveless orange shirt and green checkered skirt. Tied around her neck, overlapping her shoulders, was a pink sweater.

"I'm here for this girl, seen her?" he questioned. He held the picture out for Dante to see. "No, but she's kind of cute" he said. Leon chuckled. "She's the president's daughter. She was kidnapped by a mysterious group. A girl matching her description was seen here-"

"So they sent you to retrieve her" Dante interjected. "Right" Leon said. Dante sighed. "Well, I suggest we get a move on."

"You're coming with me?" Leon questioned. "Figured it'd be easier and more ground would get covered if we work together" Dante said. "Right. There's a village up ahead. All we have to do is follow a marked path" Leon said.