sorry about the lack of updates..stuff in my life has been going on like work, going out on a date with an italian man named Dante who is 26 but looks nothing like Dante..and then I met the Vampire Lestat..(actually a guy that looks like the Vampire Lestat) .. I honestly really love this guy but he doesn't know it.. okay too much personal life here. I don't own DMC or Big Wreck

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Dante arrived downstairs, the scent of fresh coffee and eggs hit him and made his stomach grumble. "My god Sam, I'm the one that's supposed to be doing all the stuff. After all I am the host." he said as he arrived to the kitchen amazed by the goodies on the table. "Well then Dante, you can do the dishes after." she said with a smirk. "Deal" Dante said as he moved to the table. "Yeah just help yourself." Samsara said as she grabbed a piece of toast from the toaster and placed it on top of the plate that had the rest of them. "Sam this looks great!" Dante mused and helped himself to some food. Samsara smiled and nodded her head. Breakfast was eaten with conversation about Samsara's musical career and the collection of swords Dante had kept. After breakfast Dante did the dishes like he promised. He was still questioning Samsara's actual skills in battle. He glanced over at her drying dishes and putting them back. "Sam, I can't help to ask, what can you exactly do with your powers?" he asked quietly sort of regretting to ask. "My god Dante," she laughed, "I was thinking you'd would never ask me!"

Dante lead them out to a training area he had set up for himself. Various weapons lined the walls. Samsara looked around the room in amazement. She walked over to the wall and picked up a broadsword. It was the length of half of her body, with moonstones and silver covering the hilt. She looked it over in approval. Dante just stood there waiting of her next move hands crossed casually over his chest. She through a smirk at Dante, "Wanna spar?". Dante couldn't resist, he could impress Samsara with his speed and skill. But he'd go easy on her at first but he'll show her in the end. "Of course", he smiled back seductively. Samsara's breath got caught in her throat. He sauntered over to the wall and picked up a sword very much like hers. He looked it over and walked back to the center of the room where Samsara was standing. "I feel as if we should bet something," he said, confidence catching up to him. Samsara couldn't hide her look, a deer caught in headlights. He loved her reaction. "Lemme see... if I win I at least get to kiss you." Samsara couldn't protest to this, she didn't want to seem like a prude. "Fine then Dante, and if I win?" she said trying to inflate her confidence to match Dante's. "Well Sam, you can have that sword your holding." He said back coolly. It made no sense in Samsara's head, since when her kiss was equaled to a gorgeous sword from centuries ago ."Oh well," she thought ," free sword!". She stretched her back, gave her head a vigorous shake. "Bring it Demon Boy." Dante licked his lips , he was really going to like this.

They started to circle each other menacing and trying to size each other up. Samsara had a predatory look in her eyes, something like the look she had on the cover of that Maxim magazine. Dante raised his sword and sideswiped at her. She held him there, steady with out showing any strain upon her still smiling face. Dante raised his sword once again to bring it down on her again when she quickly spun way placing more distance between her and Dante. Samsara fell into position again, her movement catlike. "Fast, but how fast is fast?" He questioned her.

"Fast enough", she answered as she advanced closer with her sword expertly slashing in front of her.

"Not too bad, " said Dante dodging her every move.

The continued in their dance across the floor. Not letting any of them gain an inch of ground. Dante was strong and powerful, but she was swift and agile. Dante felt his blood coursing in his veins as he watched Samsara dodge and block everyone of his moves upon her. She looked beautiful, the sweat glistening on her arms and neck, her eyes, flashing, wild and furious. He wanted his prize more than anything.

Samsara was feeling sticky and hot, it wasn't solely from her work out. Seeing Dante sweat it out wearing tight jeans and a white shirt was enough for any woman to go into cardic arrest. She wasn't getting tired, she was getting really distracted. She was so tempted to just drop her sword and surrender over to him. It'd be so much more easier than be tantalized by the demon hunter staring at her. "No," she thought, "if I give him an inch he'll walk all over me." She had her oppertunity , Dante made a small mistake in his foot work and Samsara swung her sword high above her head to take Dante down. In a matter of seconds she would have another pretty sword for her collection when out of nowhere her cellphone rang. "Shit," she thought to herself, she dropped the sword and ran to her jacket which was placed on a chair at the kitchen table.

Dante stood there with his sword in his hand. "What the?" he thought as he watched Sam run to answer her phone. He went down the hall to the kitchen and saw Samsara writing on a note pad he kept by the phone at all times and talking on her phone. The call sounded really important as Sam wrote down an address. After talking for about 3 minutes she said goodbye and hung up.

"What happened there?" asked Dante.

"We've got an address!", answered Sam excitingly.

"To where?"

"The building of the corporation responsible for all the soul stealing!"

"Awesome, not to sound stupid but what to we do with that information?" Asked Dante as he scratched his head.

Sam smiled, "We play a little bit of dress up."