Forever Hunters
Devil May Cry/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Dante gets called by Giles to Sunnydale to train Buffy in order to highend up her skills. Unknown to the Buffy gang though is Dante's true being and the new danger both of them will face.
Chapter 1: Hunter's meeting
"Damn!"
Dante slammed the receiver on his desk. It was the 14th bogus call today. Ever since the battle against Mundus and his "comfortable " trip back from hell after beating the crap out of Arius, every devil and demon dissapeared from the face of the earth. No more slaying, killing or sending monsters back to the deepest pits of hell. Only some baby jobs like bodyguarding, cleaning terrorists camps, even babysitting! The only reason he took these jobs was because he went low on cash. Though he had cash plenty enough already, Dante longed for the day he would finally get back to some heavy action. He waited already for a year and his temper is not holding that long enough. Trish though, seeing that she would finally have a chance to relax from her duties, took a plane and headed for a world tour with her "partially" demon friends. When she asked Dante if he would tag along, he said that he had a gut feeling that something might be coming soon. Well, Trish trusted her demands more than Dante's gut so she took off. It has been 4 months already since she left. Dante noticed at the date on the postcard she sent from her adventures in the world. He threw the card on his desk and leaned back on his couch to watch TV.
"Nothing but bordom!", he said, blaming the programs as he zapped through the channels.
The phone rang again. Dante was already to tired to pick it up. He did not want to increase his record to 15 bogus calls. Though, the phone still rang even after a minute or so.
"Must be very desperate to call me. I hope for his sake he got something interesting!"
Dante picked the call and greeted the caller with his new greeting.
"Devil Never Cry! No monsters, no service!"
"Ah Mr. Dante I presume?"
The voice on the other end sounded more gay than he had heard before...
"Who are you, a pimp for men? Sorry, we don't hook homos!"
"Oh, how rude! So thats means that you don't want to hear what I have to say? Guns have voices, you know."
Dante got excited. Password. He slowly sat in front of his desk and turned the phone to him.
"So pimp, you've got my attention. Hope for your sake it's worth it!"
"Oh I bet you will like this Mr. Dante. Ever heard of Sunnydale, California?"
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Buffy was bored. No more action for quite some time. Though she felt happy that the forces of evil have taken a break from all the killing, blood drinking and destroying the world, she kinda missed the fighting. Yeah, fighting vampires all night is fighting but it slowly got more boring than she thought. Next time she would spend the rest of the night with Dawn and a DVD for something. Dammit, she even considered to SPEND some time with Dawn...
"Oh well, guess I am calling it a night."
She was about to leave the graveyard when her senses kicked in. Turning around she saw her usual enemies.
"Finally, it took you sometime. I was about to do something with my sister!"
She stabbed the first vampire.
"I thank hell this time that you guys came, but I think you would relay the message for me, would you?"
The vampire just grunted. Hungry for blood, he mindlessly threw himself on the slayer. Buffy dodged and sent him with a roundhouse kick onto a stone, while a few more vampires digged their way up to the surface.
"This would be something a bit different," she thought seeing a wolfpack of vampires surrounding her.
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A Harly slowly battered through the empty streets of Sunnydale. Well, not too empty though. There was a crowd of party hungry students gathered together few blocks further for a club.
"Think I am going to avoid it," Dante thought as he drove past the club and into a gas station which was nearby. Dropping his backpack and his Sparda, which he packed into an oversized cello case so that it would not be too revealing. He already had enough trouble to get that cello case made. Well, it was also stupid to ride a bike with that case on the back. Next time he would buy a decent car.
"Hey Beethoven!!!"
A group of drunk and punky looking guys approached Dante as he was filling gas into the tank.
"Nice bike..."
"Yeah so? Now get lost!"
"Hey, hey, hey, my friend." One of the drunks put an arm on Dante's shoulder. "I think that we can cool down here. Whats some biker doing with a big guitar case?"
"Your knowledge reflects your ugly face, punk. And its a cello case."
"What did you just say?"
The punks grouped around in a circle, centering Dante and their boss. Dante knew what was going to happen...
"You know what, since you are a stupid white haired Beethoven ass and insulted me, I think we just take your bike and your guitar case."
"Oh is that so?" Dante opened up his arms. "So then, give it your best shot, punk!"
The boss could not believe it. That beethoven thought he could beat him? A major figure in street and bar fights. He laughed ... and sent his fist into Dante's stomach.
"Ohhhhh, shit"
Dante dropped backwards and fell on his knees. He put his hands on his stomach and cried out in pain.
"Hah sissy, can't even bear that! Well I think I take my trophy. Guys, make him cry even more."
He turned around and walked to the bike, while the rest gathered around Dante. He laughed as he heard punches and kicks pounding into human bodies. Unfortunatly though he failed to realize who was pounding whom. He was about to get on Dante's Harly as one of his friends flew past him into a commercial sign. Turning around he saw Dante, fresh and relaxed, in front of him.
"Any last wishes, punk?"
The store clerk just watched with an open mouth as Dante pummeled the crap out of the boss. Once finished, Dante walked toward the store.
"Typical for a student infested town, isn't it? Number 3, please..."
The clerk could not get his mouth shut.
"Hello? Number 3, Mister!"
The clerk snapped back to reality. He quickly accessed the computer to determine the price. But slowly grapped a revolver with the other hand as Dante was looking for money in his wallet.
"Is it usual here to point a gun at a man who is paying for gas and a bottle of water?"
The clerk broke into more sweat as Dante was obviously refering to him. He still could not let go of the gun though as Dante handed him the money and took off. He just stood there, stoned... and with damages of a commercial sign, a broken coke machine and an undiscribable fear of a white haired man. How should he explain these events to his boss?
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Buffy was still busy fighting the wolfpack. They were stronger than she thought. Obviously because they were all football players. She remembered the incident in which a whole away team dissappeared on their free day before the match against Sunnydale. Well, anyway, they were tough... and they stink like hell. As she slammed one to the ground and killed him, another was about to "shovel" her away. Bullets flew and send the shovel and himself into the air. Everyone turned to the mysterious figure who stood in the shadows.
"Guess I am late for the party."
The football vampires stood still for a second, then everyone charged at the gunman, leaving Buffy behind. The gunman moaned in boredom as he emptied his gun and searched his pocket for another magazine. As the enemy were closing in fast, he took his time and inserted the mag into his gun. The mindless footballers were about to tackle the man as the first one got a gun on his face. The first bullet left the gun with a bang, blowing the footballers brains out and turning him into sand. Soon the rest of the team followed, as the gunman shot the rest of the vampires.
"Great, this guy is stealing my show..."
But Buffy was not alone. The shovel vampire was back and about to "shovel" her again. Buffy easily rolled away, sweepkicked and stabbed him.
"At least I got the last one, phew..."
Buffy raised from the ground and faced the mystery man.
"Hey, you stealed my vampires! You could at least go to some other part of the cemetary."
The gunman appeared from the shadows still aiming at her. Unlike other people, he was wearing a complete red battle outfit with coat. His hair was shiny white and his expression on his face was as badass as he looked. Though dazzled by his looks, Buffy gripped her weapon tigher, preparing for another battle. He pulled the trigger sending the bullet on its way. But instead of hitting her, it hit another vampire right behind her. Relieved, she lessend up but still looked angrily at the man. He stood still as he reloaded his gun again.
"Hey, at least you can do is apologise for almost shooting me!"
The man let go a small moan.
"This is great, first I got a nice meeting with street punks and now I am getting bitched by some girl whom I saved from death. A nice place is this here."
Buffy cooled down a bit. Though she kept herself hyper because she had no idea who he was and what he would do next. Her senses also went crazy on him. He is definitly not a normal man. Might be a demon, or some other mystical dark power? She leaned back on a gravestone to relax from the fight.
"Well, then since you had a rough introduction to Sunnydale you should know that there are good things around here. And thanks again for the help."
"Don't mention it. At least I got some action and a friendly greeting for the first time here."
Buffy let out a small smile.
"So what is your business here?"
"Looking for a woman who usually hangs out on graveyards slaying vamps. Buffy Summers her name is. Its you isn't it?"
"Yes, That would be me. Buffy Summers, the Slayer of Sunnydale."
"Some guy told me to come here and meet up with you then I would receive further instructions and info. Said that he was your watcher."
"Didn't hear anything about that. What was his name?" Buffy gripped her weapon again.
"Some English dude named Rupert Giles. And you can let go of your stick. I won't kill you."
"Thanks for the reminder. Well, he haven't told me anything about it. Think you should ask him yourself. I will take you to him."
The gunman holstered his gun and walked to his Harly.
"Well, then up for a ride?"
"Sure, too tired to walk. By the way, I didn't catch your name?"
"Dante."
Devil May Cry/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Dante gets called by Giles to Sunnydale to train Buffy in order to highend up her skills. Unknown to the Buffy gang though is Dante's true being and the new danger both of them will face.
Chapter 1: Hunter's meeting
"Damn!"
Dante slammed the receiver on his desk. It was the 14th bogus call today. Ever since the battle against Mundus and his "comfortable " trip back from hell after beating the crap out of Arius, every devil and demon dissapeared from the face of the earth. No more slaying, killing or sending monsters back to the deepest pits of hell. Only some baby jobs like bodyguarding, cleaning terrorists camps, even babysitting! The only reason he took these jobs was because he went low on cash. Though he had cash plenty enough already, Dante longed for the day he would finally get back to some heavy action. He waited already for a year and his temper is not holding that long enough. Trish though, seeing that she would finally have a chance to relax from her duties, took a plane and headed for a world tour with her "partially" demon friends. When she asked Dante if he would tag along, he said that he had a gut feeling that something might be coming soon. Well, Trish trusted her demands more than Dante's gut so she took off. It has been 4 months already since she left. Dante noticed at the date on the postcard she sent from her adventures in the world. He threw the card on his desk and leaned back on his couch to watch TV.
"Nothing but bordom!", he said, blaming the programs as he zapped through the channels.
The phone rang again. Dante was already to tired to pick it up. He did not want to increase his record to 15 bogus calls. Though, the phone still rang even after a minute or so.
"Must be very desperate to call me. I hope for his sake he got something interesting!"
Dante picked the call and greeted the caller with his new greeting.
"Devil Never Cry! No monsters, no service!"
"Ah Mr. Dante I presume?"
The voice on the other end sounded more gay than he had heard before...
"Who are you, a pimp for men? Sorry, we don't hook homos!"
"Oh, how rude! So thats means that you don't want to hear what I have to say? Guns have voices, you know."
Dante got excited. Password. He slowly sat in front of his desk and turned the phone to him.
"So pimp, you've got my attention. Hope for your sake it's worth it!"
"Oh I bet you will like this Mr. Dante. Ever heard of Sunnydale, California?"
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Buffy was bored. No more action for quite some time. Though she felt happy that the forces of evil have taken a break from all the killing, blood drinking and destroying the world, she kinda missed the fighting. Yeah, fighting vampires all night is fighting but it slowly got more boring than she thought. Next time she would spend the rest of the night with Dawn and a DVD for something. Dammit, she even considered to SPEND some time with Dawn...
"Oh well, guess I am calling it a night."
She was about to leave the graveyard when her senses kicked in. Turning around she saw her usual enemies.
"Finally, it took you sometime. I was about to do something with my sister!"
She stabbed the first vampire.
"I thank hell this time that you guys came, but I think you would relay the message for me, would you?"
The vampire just grunted. Hungry for blood, he mindlessly threw himself on the slayer. Buffy dodged and sent him with a roundhouse kick onto a stone, while a few more vampires digged their way up to the surface.
"This would be something a bit different," she thought seeing a wolfpack of vampires surrounding her.
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A Harly slowly battered through the empty streets of Sunnydale. Well, not too empty though. There was a crowd of party hungry students gathered together few blocks further for a club.
"Think I am going to avoid it," Dante thought as he drove past the club and into a gas station which was nearby. Dropping his backpack and his Sparda, which he packed into an oversized cello case so that it would not be too revealing. He already had enough trouble to get that cello case made. Well, it was also stupid to ride a bike with that case on the back. Next time he would buy a decent car.
"Hey Beethoven!!!"
A group of drunk and punky looking guys approached Dante as he was filling gas into the tank.
"Nice bike..."
"Yeah so? Now get lost!"
"Hey, hey, hey, my friend." One of the drunks put an arm on Dante's shoulder. "I think that we can cool down here. Whats some biker doing with a big guitar case?"
"Your knowledge reflects your ugly face, punk. And its a cello case."
"What did you just say?"
The punks grouped around in a circle, centering Dante and their boss. Dante knew what was going to happen...
"You know what, since you are a stupid white haired Beethoven ass and insulted me, I think we just take your bike and your guitar case."
"Oh is that so?" Dante opened up his arms. "So then, give it your best shot, punk!"
The boss could not believe it. That beethoven thought he could beat him? A major figure in street and bar fights. He laughed ... and sent his fist into Dante's stomach.
"Ohhhhh, shit"
Dante dropped backwards and fell on his knees. He put his hands on his stomach and cried out in pain.
"Hah sissy, can't even bear that! Well I think I take my trophy. Guys, make him cry even more."
He turned around and walked to the bike, while the rest gathered around Dante. He laughed as he heard punches and kicks pounding into human bodies. Unfortunatly though he failed to realize who was pounding whom. He was about to get on Dante's Harly as one of his friends flew past him into a commercial sign. Turning around he saw Dante, fresh and relaxed, in front of him.
"Any last wishes, punk?"
The store clerk just watched with an open mouth as Dante pummeled the crap out of the boss. Once finished, Dante walked toward the store.
"Typical for a student infested town, isn't it? Number 3, please..."
The clerk could not get his mouth shut.
"Hello? Number 3, Mister!"
The clerk snapped back to reality. He quickly accessed the computer to determine the price. But slowly grapped a revolver with the other hand as Dante was looking for money in his wallet.
"Is it usual here to point a gun at a man who is paying for gas and a bottle of water?"
The clerk broke into more sweat as Dante was obviously refering to him. He still could not let go of the gun though as Dante handed him the money and took off. He just stood there, stoned... and with damages of a commercial sign, a broken coke machine and an undiscribable fear of a white haired man. How should he explain these events to his boss?
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Buffy was still busy fighting the wolfpack. They were stronger than she thought. Obviously because they were all football players. She remembered the incident in which a whole away team dissappeared on their free day before the match against Sunnydale. Well, anyway, they were tough... and they stink like hell. As she slammed one to the ground and killed him, another was about to "shovel" her away. Bullets flew and send the shovel and himself into the air. Everyone turned to the mysterious figure who stood in the shadows.
"Guess I am late for the party."
The football vampires stood still for a second, then everyone charged at the gunman, leaving Buffy behind. The gunman moaned in boredom as he emptied his gun and searched his pocket for another magazine. As the enemy were closing in fast, he took his time and inserted the mag into his gun. The mindless footballers were about to tackle the man as the first one got a gun on his face. The first bullet left the gun with a bang, blowing the footballers brains out and turning him into sand. Soon the rest of the team followed, as the gunman shot the rest of the vampires.
"Great, this guy is stealing my show..."
But Buffy was not alone. The shovel vampire was back and about to "shovel" her again. Buffy easily rolled away, sweepkicked and stabbed him.
"At least I got the last one, phew..."
Buffy raised from the ground and faced the mystery man.
"Hey, you stealed my vampires! You could at least go to some other part of the cemetary."
The gunman appeared from the shadows still aiming at her. Unlike other people, he was wearing a complete red battle outfit with coat. His hair was shiny white and his expression on his face was as badass as he looked. Though dazzled by his looks, Buffy gripped her weapon tigher, preparing for another battle. He pulled the trigger sending the bullet on its way. But instead of hitting her, it hit another vampire right behind her. Relieved, she lessend up but still looked angrily at the man. He stood still as he reloaded his gun again.
"Hey, at least you can do is apologise for almost shooting me!"
The man let go a small moan.
"This is great, first I got a nice meeting with street punks and now I am getting bitched by some girl whom I saved from death. A nice place is this here."
Buffy cooled down a bit. Though she kept herself hyper because she had no idea who he was and what he would do next. Her senses also went crazy on him. He is definitly not a normal man. Might be a demon, or some other mystical dark power? She leaned back on a gravestone to relax from the fight.
"Well, then since you had a rough introduction to Sunnydale you should know that there are good things around here. And thanks again for the help."
"Don't mention it. At least I got some action and a friendly greeting for the first time here."
Buffy let out a small smile.
"So what is your business here?"
"Looking for a woman who usually hangs out on graveyards slaying vamps. Buffy Summers her name is. Its you isn't it?"
"Yes, That would be me. Buffy Summers, the Slayer of Sunnydale."
"Some guy told me to come here and meet up with you then I would receive further instructions and info. Said that he was your watcher."
"Didn't hear anything about that. What was his name?" Buffy gripped her weapon again.
"Some English dude named Rupert Giles. And you can let go of your stick. I won't kill you."
"Thanks for the reminder. Well, he haven't told me anything about it. Think you should ask him yourself. I will take you to him."
The gunman holstered his gun and walked to his Harly.
"Well, then up for a ride?"
"Sure, too tired to walk. By the way, I didn't catch your name?"
"Dante."