A/N: Chapter Two! Sorry that it took a while to update, I've been busy... Just a little side note: since I'm now back at school, it may take a little longer to update, so if you did like this and wanted me to continue, you'll have to be patient. Thanks!

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RavensHaelo: I agree with you completely: Dante kicks ass! The whole jumping thing and Dante's new moves come from Devil May Cry 2; just thought I'd let you know. Thanks for the review!

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Hot Aussie Rocker: Thanks for feeling so strongly about this! And this is going to be the Devil May Cry 2 version of Dante; I personally think he looks much better in no. 2. Thanks for your review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I own the demons in the bar though... If you sue me, I'll turn them on you! growls

Chapter Two

Dante slipped the key into the lock and twisted. He pushed the door open and sighed as he looked over his crappy room in the rundown hotel he'd checked-in to. He quickly shut the door behind him and removed his sword, placing it by the couch while he went to the fridge to grab a beer.

As he sat down he rested his feet on the coffee table and drank his beer thoughtfully. That girl... Buffy, she seemed like a hunter of some kind. She certainly believed strongly in her abilities, that was for sure. But she wasn't prepared; you couldn't go into battle with a devil like Phantom and expect to come out alive if you weren't prepared.

He needed to find out more about her. If she was a serious devil hunter like himself, and she found out his secret, he could soon be dead. He needed to find a demon bar, but he didn't know how many of those existed in Paris. He removed Ebony and Ivory from their holsters and began to clean them, trying to think of a place where he could go to learn more about Buffy.

As he cleaned, he reminded himself why he was in Paris. Business at the office had been slow, and then he had started to get these dreams. (Yes, I know... Another dream related thing, but this story's mine, so who cares?) He was in Paris, and the entire city had been overrun with hell spawn. Everything was burning, and there was one person fighting, trying to stem the flow of evil. But there were too many for her, and just as the dream ended he heard her cry out.

Ever since he moved here he had seen many devils that he had previously defeated, as if the whole of Hell had opened and sent them back to plague him. Ah well; as long as there were demons, he'd be there to kill them. It just didn't make sense why they were all appearing, and if he knew why, then maybe he'd be able to stop them.

There was no point in waiting around in his room for the information on Buffy to fall in his lap, so he holstered his guns, grabbed his sword and left the hotel.

Dante leapt across the rooftops with ease, keeping the demon he was tracking in his sights. He had walked around the streets of Paris for hours, searching for a demon for him to track to a bar. And so far, the fiend hadn't spotted him.

This was something the humans always wished they could do. They wished that they could fly, or defy gravity in some way, and when you were a demon, you could. No one that had seen his demon side had survived long; Dante didn't like to leave witnesses, especially if they were human. Demons were running amok, but they deserved to be kept ignorant of the danger all around them.

As Dante leapt over the edge of one building and landed on the rooftop of another, he saw the demon disappear into a random building. After paying the bouncer a reasonable amount, of course. Dante's eyes narrowed and he jumped off the side of the building, landing softly in the alley accompanying it.

Regaining his composure, he strolled out into the open and approached the bouncer, pulling a twenty from his pocket and handing it to him. The bouncer smiled, moving out of the way of the door to give Dante admittance.

Two scents were distinct as he entered the bar; alcohol and demon flesh. The bar was dimly lit and pool tables covered most of the floor space, as well as a fighting ring and a large bar. Dante didn't draw attention to himself as crossed the floor to the bar, slipping onto a bar stool and ordering another beer.

The waiter, a giant lizard-like demon, handed him his order and looked at him curiously. "I ain't seen you around here before." The demon said, speaking with a thick American accent.

"I'm new here," Dante murmured, sipping his beer. "So, how long has this place been here?"

"Must've been here for about fifty years, I guess."

"It's surprising that no demon hunters have found it then, eh?"

"Yeah..." the demon said, starting to clean a glass. "There's been word of a vampire slayer in town recently, so she'd probably be some kinda threat."

"Vampire slayer?" Dante asked, mildly confused. He had never heard the expression before.

"Yeah, and she's really good too, or so I've heard. She took on all of 'em in the Hellmouth itself and still came out on top! She probably wouldn't last long if she came in here though; there are heaps o' people that hate her."

"Do you know her name?"

"It's some weird soundin' one... 'Ey, Joe!" The lizard shouted over to another demon, who was playing pool. "What was that slayer's name? You hadda run-in with her, didn't ya?"

"Yeah, just the otha day, Bill. Who wants ta know?" Joe, a huge man with spikes running down his spine, approached the two at the bar. Bill (the lizard barman, just in case you forgot) nodded his head toward Dante.

"Her name's Buffy. I swear, if I ever find her, I'll rip her head from her shoulders!"

Dante nodded, then paid for his beer and left the bar. The two demons, Bill and Joe, watched him leave, wondering what the mysterious man was going to do.

As soon as Buffy got back from her hotel room, she grabbed her phone and called Giles. It would cost a lot, since he was in England and she was in France, but it didn't matter; she needed to talk to him.

As soon as she found his number, she dialed it and waited, tapping her foot against the floor, although she wasn't totally impatient. Thankfully, she didn't have to wait long. Around a minute later, Giles picked up and answered the phone.

"Giles, it's me, Buffy!" Buffy said rather quickly, and she heard him take in a breath on the other end.

"Buffy! What a pleasant surprise! Uh, why... why exactly are you calling?" Giles asked, and Buffy suddenly remembered she had called for a reason.

"Oh! I was in a restaurant when I heard this scream, right, so I ran to where it came from and there was, like, this giant spider there! And just before I went to attack it, this guy jumped down from a rooftop and fought it! Long story short, he defeated the spider and then leaves!"

"I don't see why you needed to ring me about this, Buffy."

"Giles, he's really weird! I need you to do some research on him for me. His name's Dante, and I think he's some demon hunter. He can jump really, really high, and he's even stronger than me! And I'm the Slayer!"

"Buffy, if you're so interested in him, why don't you do the research?"

Buffy stood there for a moment, thinking. "Well, I'm the Slayer! I slay the things that Watchers or my friends find out about and research! I'm the muscle!"

Giles laughed, eventually giving in. "I'm going to make you pay my phone bill though, if I actually find anything on this mystery man of yours."

"Thanks Giles. Bye." Buffy hung up and put the phone down, then crossed to her bed and jumped onto it, resting her hands on her stomach.

Who is he? Buffy thought as she stared at the ceiling. Is he a demon hunter? Is he a demon? Who is he? And why do I suddenly care so much?

She sat up, thinking about what Giles had said. She should be doing this herself, since she was the one that wanted to know so badly. She had just made up that excuse about Slayer's not researching because she couldn't be bothered, but she couldn't just sit around and do nothing.

"Stupid conscious..." she muttered to herself as she slipped out of the room and out of the hotel. She stood outside in the cold, watching the people walking past. She watched for some odd looking person, and as she spotted one, she quickly began to trail him.

It was hard to keep up with him since he was a demon and she was only human, but she still managed to follow him to the demon bar where Dante had been only moments ago.

In fact, he was still in the area. He would've left earlier, but he was interested when he saw a new demon emerge, and someone following it. As he looked on from a rooftop, he leaned in and realized it was her; Buffy, the vampire slayer.

Buffy didn't see Dante up there, and she watched as the demon paid the bouncer to get into a building. She searched her pockets for some money, and found a twenty. She approached the bouncer and handed him the money, and entered the bar.

As soon as she did, all the demons turned to look at her, Joe being one of them. As he realized who it was, he shouted out in anger and charged her. Buffy's eyes widened in surprise as she dodged the demon, grabbing a nearby pool cue and impaling Joe on it. The other demons watched, speechless, before they all roared and moved to attack Buffy.

From outside, Dante heard the roars of the demons and leapt down from the rooftop, running towards the bouncer.

"You can't get in without payin'." the bouncer said, and Dante punched him in the face and pushed him out of the way. As he entered he saw all the demons moving towards Buffy, and he growled in anger. Some "slayer" she was. Didn't she realize coming in here would be suicide?!

He pulled out his sword and ran through the thralls of monsters, moving to stand beside Buffy. She looked at him in surprise, realizing who it was as she stared at him.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, confused. She turned her attention back to the matter at hand, feeling Dante backing up against her.

"I came in here to help your sorry ass. Do you have a death wish or something, slayer?" Dante asked, and Buffy's head snapped around.

"How do you know that I'm the slayer?" she asked.

"Duck!" he suddenly yelled, and as she did, Dante swung his sword, decapitating a demon that was going to have a go at Buffy. "I hope you realize what you've gotten us into..."

A/N: Ohh, a cliffie! Sozz, I really didn't mean to, but it was too tempting. Thanks to everyone who took the time to read this chapter, and please review! No flames!!