AN: Well, well. 4 chapters encounting! I am proud of myself. Thank you to my editor for the corrections. Every chapter I write, Kate reads over and fixes minor mistakes for me. I know this isn't a preticularly long chapter but its important to the SL so I hope you don't mind. Chapter 5 will come soon.

Disclaimer: I down own Devil May Cry, Capcom, Trish or Dante. (Though owning Dante would be nice. If you catch my drift ) I only claim Crystal, Gheis, the grandmother, Vivian and Adriano as mine as far as other characters that are Original Creations. Well tata and enjoy!

Chapter 4

Hours passed in uneventful silence as the day wore on. When sunset finally arrived, Dante was cleaning Ivory, again, in an attempt to alleviate his boredom. He finished what he was doing and stood up with a sigh. He slowly made his way over to one of the windows and peered outside with a slight frown. He was worried about Trish. A small job like this shouldn't have taken her so long.

But the worry left just as quickly as it had come to his mind. She must be taking her time, he thought to himself as he sauntered back to the desk and sat down. He swung his feet onto the desktop and closed his eyes. After a moment, Dante opened one eye a bit and peered over at Crystal's post on the sofa. Her eyes were closed and head bowed to the ground. Her body was slackened and her breathing was even and shallow. She looked as if she was meditating. His curiosity satisfied, he closed the eye again and allowed himself to relax.

The sun was dropping towards the horizon in the west as a woman strode rapidly along the street. Trish wanted to get back to the office as soon as possible to tell Dante what she found out. She quickened her pace more in her excitement at knowing this problem could be solved soon.

After a few blocks, her pace slowed and she looked around. She could have sworn she saw someone behind her. She shrugged it off and continued walking. Suddenly she stopped and placed her hands on her guns. Something was off, she felt as if she was being stalked. No, she knew she was being followed.

As she searched around for signs of life, cautious though there didn't seem to be any, a demon slowly appeared behind her. Trish whipped out her guns and began firing at the creature. As soon as it fell, a couple dozen more appeared around her.

Her eyes narrowed and she started firing at them randomly. She took three more down before she was grabbed from behind, her guns knocked from her hands. "Let me go and I will make your death quick and painless," she threatened in a low growl.

The devils in front of her moved to the side, allowing a man in a business suit to pass through them. Thin, black-framed glasses that matched his ebony colored hair drew attention to his innocuous brown eyes. The evil gleam that shone within them belied their harmless appearance, making his face all the more sinister.

"Nice show my dear. Almost made me worry that I might have to call more of my minions," he stated with a small clap as he came to a stop two feet in front of her.

His confident grin was creepy. It sent chills down Trish's spine though she didn't let her discomfort show on her face. "Let me go," she ordered.

He waved his finger. "Tsk, Tsk. Now, I can't do that. We can't let the son of Sparda find our about our dear Crystal," he explained, his grin growing more sadistic by the minute.

"Who are you?" she asked forcefully.

"My name is Gheis. I serve Lord Adriano," he replied giving a small bow, almost happy to introduce himself. "He may not be a demon yet but he pays well," he continued with a grin.

"Let me guess. This 'Lord Adriano' is her father," she said dryly.

"Well, you did visit that old woman. Oh well, no worries she has been taken care of." He turned to walk away then looked back at her over his shoulder. "I can't let that old hag tell anyone else about Crystal."

His final statement sent Trish through the wall with anger. She tightened the muscles in her right arm and pulled it forward, throwing the devil holding her off and sending it flying past Gheis. The man turned back to her, a stern look on his face.

His eyes flashed for a moment and he ran at Trish at tremendous speed, stopping in front of her with his hand around her neck and his eyes glowing a deep hue of purple.

"Now, now. No violence my dear," he ordered, his voice distorted and deeper. He pressed down on her throat.

Within seconds her vision blurred to black and her whole body slackened.

A few hours after night had fallen, Crystal opened her eyes from a daze and looked up at Dante who appeared to be dozing at his post.

She sat there and stared at him, admiring his features as he slept. Her eyes landed on his flat, well-toned stomach, and she mused on how good he looked in jeans. She didn't realize it until now but he really did look quite nice.

Dante felt someone's eyes on him; he opened his eyes and looked over at Crystal. He didn't say anything right away when he observed her blatant perusal. He smirked inwardly at her expression.

"Checkin' me out I see," he finally spoke.

His statement startled her and she let out a small gasp and looked away, her face turning red with embarrassment.

"S-sorry," she stuttered apologetically, her gaze fixed firmly on the ground.

He gave a cocky smirk and stood, slowly walking across the room. He sat next to her on the couch, leaning back and stretching his arms out across the back of the couch.

"Don't be shy babe, most girls find me irresistible. Nothing to be ashamed of," he explained, his grin widening in delight when her eyes flickered up to him again then returned to the ground.

She was completely embarrassed and had nowhere to go. She groaned inwardly, wondering how she got herself into this mess. How had she gotten trapped in the same room with this guy? Of course this explains the posters of nude women everywhere, she thought to herself. Now how am I going to get out of this mess?