Dante looked at the old mansion that the devil he was hunting was. He could feel it's aurora but couldn't pin point the exact location.
Come and get me Dante if you dare.
Moonduce had sent this scum to try and kill him but it wasn't working. He had received a heads up about this one. Though he didn't know where it had come from. The letter wasn't signed or anything. The dark halls were quiet and eerie. He had expected Marionettes to come out of the woodwork to attack him but he hadn't seen any evidence that they had been here.
Then he heard it, the faint scraping of metal on metal.
Let's rock.
As they appeared he drew Ebony and Ivory and began his assault on them. There were only ten of them. He finished them off within ten seconds. They turned to dust once they were spent. The trapped souls fled from the dust. More free souls Moonduce. I will finish you when the time comes. Dante was waiting for the final show down with him so he could end this sadness, and maybe find her. His thoughts were broken when the Devil spoke.
Impressive Son of Sparda, but you still have me to contend with.
Well then, why don't you show yourself, or are you afraid?
Ha, hardly. I see nothing to be afraid of.
He could feel the devil's presence above him. Making a circular pattern in the ceiling above him he brought the circle down. He dodged out of the way in order to get a better shot at his target. The Devil had expected as much and had his own attack ready. He threw the attack past Dante causing the wall to vanish being replaced by a dark vortex. It began to suck up everything in the room. The devil leapt over Dante's head and into the vortex.
See ya' Dante. That is, if you dare to follow.
Of course knowing Dante as we do he leapt in after the Devil. A deep blackness enveloped his mind. He was thrown down in the middle of a dark alley.
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Dante shook his head clear of the fog that enveloped his mind. The fog wasn't clearing. All he could hear was the evil laugh of the devil he was about to kill. Its footsteps receded. Then he felt another presence, a presence he hadn't felt before. It was weird. It wasn't dark but neither was it of the light. Something hard was pressed to the back of his head. Turning swiftly, he grabbed the object knowing it was a crossbow. A startled growl escaped Dante as several bolts embedded themselves in his body. Without thought he drew Ebony and Ivory and began to fire at the assailant until he backed off.
What is that!! the assailant snarled.
I don't know, someone else muttered.
This one was human. Dante began to absently rip out the bolts, one by annoying one.
He isn't a vampire... so what is he?
That's what I'm asking you, Carl.
You expect me to know?
Yes. You read don't you?
Dante shook his head in annoyance as he pulled the last bolt from his shoulder. He looked at the bolt in his hand, then at the talkative friar, then back at the bolt before throwing it at the little man, pinning the hem of his robe to ground. The target looked down at the bolt and laughed nervously before finally shutting up.
Before him stood a man in a dark trench coat, his dark hat tipped forward to shadow his eyes. His aura was screaming hunter'. He just glared daggers at the other hunter, giving him a silent challenge.
Who are you? the little man demanded.
If you don't know, you don't want to find out, Dante retorted easily.
The small friar was edging towards Ebony and Ivory, curiosity in his eyes. He stuck Ebony in his face, aiming right between the eyes. Ah, ah, ah. Look, don't touch.
The friar backed away, only to trip over the bolt holding his cloak to the ground. Dante couldn't help but chuckle at the moronic attempts of the smaller man. The stranger kept his crossbow trained on Dante, never looking away.
What are you? You are not good, and yet again, you aren't evil, the man noticed.
Annoying isn't it? Dante sneered.
I'm a hunter of monsters, his opponents informed him.
You found the wrong one, he countered.
How is it that you cannot die? the hunter asked. You're not a vampire.What? My teeth weren't the first clue? Shall we skip to the part where I'm also not a werewolf?
Dante stared at the other man. Getting a good look, around he noticed his surroundings. The buildings were old and ancient. There wasn't a single streetlight that was electric. They were all torches. What the hell!!!
An evil laugh echoed form a dark corner. He knew that laugh. Turning abruptly he fire a few rounds into the shadows.
Do you like my new home, Son of Sparda? To terrorize the past will have its benefits once you are gone.
I didn't realize I was such a nuisance. My mother always told me I was a good boy.
He pulled out Ebony and Ivory and was ready to fire, but a steady hand on his shoulder stopped him
Not here, not now.
He jerked his shoulder out of the other man's grasp.
Remove that from my shoulder before I remove it from your arm, Dante ordered with a promising smile.
I can't. You'll hurt innocent people.
If that thing is innocent, I'd love to see guilty.
The human gave Dante a hard look. Alastor's weight slammed into Dante's back as he got into a fighting stance. He became focused on the threat before him. If the human interfered, Dante would have to take care of him, the fun way.
What kind of monster are you?
You could stick around and find out the hard way, Dante offered, his eyes glowing red. He figured he could easily lose this hunter once they left the ally.
The hunter sighed as he lowered the crossbow. Lead the way.

Carl gasped as he ran up to the hunter, his robe torn from ripping it from to bolt. What are you doing? We don't know if we can trust this thing.

Dante snorted at that last comment and turned to walk away. He didn't bother to wait for the hunter's reply.

Not now, Carl, the hunter ordered as he silently followed Dante, leaving the friar no choice but to follow as well. The lights around them flickered as they passes by, their eerie shadows stretching out before them.
What year is this?
1894, why?
Oh goody. Time travel, and me without my camera.
What are you talking about?
That demon decided to bring me back in time. Guess it though it would make me weaker. A low laugh escaped his lips.
You know, the hunter began off handedly, you remind me of a description of a person that a friend of mine gave to me.
Wow. Long enough title?
Yeah, your name wouldn't happen to be Dante would it?
Dante gave the hunter a hard look. You could stick that crossbow in my face and find out the hard way.
I guess I'll wait until we find this demon of yours.

Call me Dante or Son of Sparda. Either way, it suits me. Dante had a sneaking suspicion that this hunter was hiding something. You know my name so tell me yours.
Gladly. I am Van Helsing.
That's suppose to faze me how?

Dante began wondering who could possibly know of him when he didn't even exist in 1890. It seemed there was more to this mystery than simple time travel.
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An: I've edited and reformatted this story. Hopefully some of you will enjoy this version better.

I'd also like to thank my friends who helped me with this editing. Thank you and have a nice day. :)