Authoress Notes: Reiko, Lorelei and anyone else who doesn't go by the name Trish, Dante or Mundus or something from the two games belongs to me and me only. Anyone who tries to take them without asking me will get bitten. Wuf.

Iesha – don't ask me why exactly he is a legend because it might not be the answer you're looking for, if you know what I mean. ¬¬ Lmao! Anyway, hope you like this chapter as much as the last two.

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Vampy Sparda – Um…how do I do it? I don't know. I wasn't even aware I was…I just write random crap, pray for the best, drink milk (strawberry of course) dance to Tupac and kick my bro from time to time. How do you get that funny humour of yours though, huh?

Dragonlady9 - Reiko doesn't like biting people. You should know! Lol!

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Chapter 3

Dante shook his head softly as though in disbelief as he watched the news. Apparently a town nearby, close to the beach had been flooded to ruin. There were several screenshots of wrecked houses, people that had drowned in their beds. He flinched as violent rain began crashing down against the windows and the ground. The sound deafened him, driving out all thought. Trish ran down the stairs, her eyes wide. She yelled something, but Dante couldn't hear what it was she was saying.

Then just as suddenly as it had started, it had stopped.

Trish looked up at Dante from where she was sitting on the couch.

'What the hell is going on?' Dante simply shook his head, amused that Trish had been scared by a bit of rain and then went outside. In the main town, he could see with his sharp vision how others had run outside to see what exactly had happened. The sun shone brightly, almost as though nothing had happened. But deep, wide puddles were on the ground, reflecting off different colours as they caught the brilliant glare of the sun.

Everything seemed so normal. So why was it that he felt that the atmosphere was charged with something supernatural? Not only that, but something felt horribly out of place. His eyes narrowed slightly and he sighed as he heard something thump to the side of the building. He paused seeing no damage to the building and then walked around to the other side, where his bike was parked.

Trish dashed outside as she heard Dante scream.

'MY BIKE!' She ground to a halt and stared wide eyed at the damage. Only two weeks ago, his bike had been dented badly. But now, it was even worse. Most of the paint had been chipped off by the force of the downpour, but there was a huge dent that bent the bike completely out of shape. It was obvious that the rain hadn't caused it. Dante fell to his knees beside his ruined bike.

'My God! My bike!' Trish snorted.

'After the way you treated it two weeks ago, it was in a pretty shoddy condition. Besides, it's not as if we can't afford a new one, especially since Reiko paid us in cash.'

'That's not the point! I treated that bike like my baby!' If there was one thing about men that Trish couldn't understand, it was the fact that they got so attached to vehicles so quickly.

'If that's the way how you'd treat a baby, I hope you never have any children.' Trish immediately bit her tongue at that last statement. Dante cast her a long look at that point and sighed turning his attention back to his bike. Her expression softened. 'Look. You can get a new bike. A much better one!' Dante pouted.

'Don't want a new bike.' Trish rolled her eyes to the heavens.

'Now you're acting childish. Come on, we can go down and get a Harley for you. How does that sound?'

'A silver one?'

'If we can find one, sure.' Dante smiled and stood up but stopped as he saw Trish frown.

'What is-'

'Ssh!' She raised up a hand for silence. Dante tensed and strained his ears and heard it, a faint feeble moan.

A girl lay in a sodden heap on the stone ground, copper streaked hair draped in ropy strands across her face and shoulders. Her clothes were absolutely drenched. She had come to land behind the fallen trashcans and she was bleeding heavily from her side and her head. Looked as though they knew what had caused the huge dent in the bike. Trish frowned and went to the girl's side.

'She's a human. She's hurt…but I don't think it's too serious.' Dante nodded softly, still standing close by his dead motorcycle. 'It would be nice if you could call an ambulance.' Dante shook his head.

'I…don't think…'

'Just do it!' Dante sighed and walked off miserably to get his mobile phone. If Trish was being serious about the Harley Davidson, he'd have to do what she said for at least a day. And then he'd stop. Simple.

Trish knelt down beside the girl and dabbed gently at the wound on her head, trying to clean it. The girl moaned again and her eyes fluttered open, emerald green and bewildered, afraid. Dante came out again and frowned.

'Who is she?'

'I don't know…she's…too weak to talk.' Within minutes, an ambulance arrived. Trish stood back and watched as she was loaded onto the stretcher, silently wondering to herself. Who are you? She blinked when she felt something in her head speaking to her.

Lorelei…

A paramedic turned to the blonde.

'Do you know her at all?' Trish blinked.

'Uh…only by acquaintance. Her name is Lorelei…' The paramedic motioned for her to get into the ambulance and Trish complied and answered what she could of their questions, stating how she had found her and what condition she had been in when she had first found her and so on.

Lorelei's eyes kept on drooping and she looked ready to fall asleep at any minute. Trish sighed and tried to keep Lorelei awake, thinking that perhaps the hit to the head had resulted in a concussion. Lorelei's eyes suddenly widened and looked at Trish and frowned.

Something in her mind seemed to shatter into pieces of tinkling crystal. Screaming…such tears, fear, grief. The screaming. It wasn't ending. What was going on? Blood on the walls. Pools on the floor. Death hanging in the air. A high shrieking wind and then…flames?

Trish blinked and grabbed onto one of her hands as the girl struggled, her green eyes wide and filling with tears. She broke down into frantic tears, crying out words, barely coherent.

'Please…please help me!' Trish blinked and frowned as she passed out, just before reaching the hospital. The paramedics ran her off into the emergency room immediately, leaving Trish to wait, already concerned and intrigued by this Lorelei.

After what seemed like an eternity, Trish was finally allowed to go and visit the girl, her having been established in a ward. She was awake, a bandage around her head and her arm in a sling. Her hair fell slightly into her eyes where it had escaped from the confines of the soft bandage. She looked frail, like a delicate child, or a porcelain doll but in spite of this, Trish could sense an underlying strength.

Other people were around her bed, one woman talking animatedly to a nurse.

'Oh we've always been so careful with Lorelei, especially since she's got a bit of a condition.' She breathed out the last word, as though it were forbidden, and that she'd be punished if she said it again, but yet she said it with a great deal of relish, as though proud of the word. Lorelei simply sat there meekly, her eyes staring straight ahead, as though watching something only she could see. There was another girl, who stood up as soon as Trish entered and glared at her, her eyes the same startling colour but narrower, hardened perpetually, cold.

'Who the hell are you?'

'Catherine!' The woman snapped but then smiled, the smile as sweet as sugar. 'You must excuse her, it's hereditary.' She laid a great emphasis on the word, again acting as though she enjoyed the sound of it, a childish pride in the word. Catherine said nothing, but continued to scowl and glare. She reminded Trish of a cat who was watching a defenceless bird, ready to pounce and sink its claws into flesh. Trish looked away from her and moved closer to the girl, but this simple movement seemed to agitate the woman.

'Be careful not to upset her! You might aggravate her!' It might have been funny if she hadn't looked so earnest, so agitated. Trish looked towards her and then looked back towards the girl.

'Lorelei?' The girl's eyes focussed onto her instantly and she blinked. Sadness flashed in her eyes momentarily before she smiled, dazzling, wiping away the faint trace of…something…that had been there before.

'Hi, Trish!' she said brightly. Trish was momentarily taken aback; when had she ever told this girl her name? Lorelei smiled at her and then nodded her head carefully towards the others. 'That's my Mom and that's my sister, Cathy.'

'Catherine to all but her.' Her sister wasted no time in correcting Lorelei. The two started to move away from the bed.

'Now, Lorelei dear, don't over exert yourself, make sure you get plenty of rest and don't stay talking for too long. As soon as you feel tired, go to sleep. Don't want to be hurting yourself any further now, do we? We'll be back in time for dinner. We'll be sure to bring you your favourite. Chinese, isn't it? Right you are then!'

'Mother…please…' Catherine's bored tone, cut into her mother's animated chatter. 'Basically, we'll be back before the day ends.' She hustled her mother out of the ward. Trish stared after them, frowning slightly but then turned back to the girl, still feeling strangely concerned for her.

'You feeling okay?' Lorelei nodded and smiled. Trish's frown deepened. 'Why the hell is your Mom so worked up about "conditions"? And how did you know my name?' Lorelei's face blanched slightly.

'It…just came to me. Ignore my mother, she's been treating me like this ever since I was a child.' Trish kept frowning. Lorelei watched her steadily, with a kind of quiet dignity. 'I feel as though I can trust you, Trish.'

'How do you know my name?'

'If I tell you, you must promise not to breathe a word to anyone, for very few know and I don't want to be treated like some sort of freak.' She paused. 'Do you promise to me?' Trish folded her arms.

'Listen, if I need to tell someone else, I'll have to tell them. But I promise I won't tell people just for the hell of it.' Who the hell could she tell anyway? It wasn't as if she had any friends really…save for two…

'I get feelings. Premonitions one could say. Ever had a feeling that something's going to happen, and then it does?' Trish nodded. 'I get a lot of those. Ever get the feeling you know what someone is called before you have been told? Because I get those too. I get visions.'

'So you have slight ESP powers. So what?'

'So that's what they call it. I thought I was a freak.'

'You'd be surprised how many people actually do have feelings like yours. So is that why your Mom keeps harping on about conditions and crap?' Lorelei shrugged.

'I don't know to be honest.' Trish frowned at her.

'How old are you by the way?'

'Twenty.'

'Oh!' Trish tried to conceal her surprise but it was apparent that she had failed as Lorelei laughed openly.

'She does baby me, doesn't she?' Trish nodded slowly. Lorelei certainly looked as though she were an adult, and she certainly seemed mature enough, but somehow, in the presence of her mother and the way she was being treated by her made her think that perhaps she was seventeen or so. Trish was brought sharply back into reality at Lorelei's next words.

'I think you may be able to help me with a problem I have.'

'Help you? Problem? What problem?'

'I saw a dragon and it attacked me.' Trish blinked.

'A dragon?' Lorelei nodded.

'Call me crazy if you wish, but I know what I saw. And…this may sound even crazier but I think you can help me.' A slow smile spread across her face. 'In fact, I know you will.' Trish blinked and thought about this. It was certainly a strange case. But what was it Dante had kept saying to her ever since the incident two weeks ago? Believe everything, trust nothing.

'…' She handed the girl a card. 'Don't show this to anybody. We only take special cases. Ask for Dante Sparda and the password is "Hell's Angels".' Lorelei looked at the card curiously but then nodded.

'Oh and Lorelei?'

'Yes, Trish?'

'Don't let your mother get you down.' Lorelei could only smile as Trish left the premises.

It looked as though there may be another case to solve.