PART TWO: Revenge

The Boring Authors Note: Yeppers, I have decided to continue with a Part Two. Mwaha! Now its time for Dante to get even some how x3

Um…I'm trying to write longer chapters now since I'm actually getting more involved in the story. Before it was just a spare time thing, now its something I really WANT to do. Finally. XD;

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I no own anything of Devil May Cry. So nothing of this story content actually belongs to me except the style of writing. Kind of. All of the Devil May Cry content within this story is © The people who own it.

CHAPTER ONE

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sound of a pen tapping against a desk could be heard throughout Dante's shop, even at the door the constant sound droned on. At the desk sat a man, late teens to early twenties, his hair rather uneven, cut to his shoulders. His hair was a very distinct color; pure white, to be exact. And his light-blue, icy eyes shone out from his tired face. His lips were drawn tight, as if he would quite like someone to just go right ahead and walk in, so he could slug them. Or shoot them, depending on what he felt like. His long legs were raised, held up by his boot-clad feet, which were on the top of the desk, some dry mud near the soles. He wore rusty-tan colored pants and no shirt covered his muscular chest at this moment. He was tilting himself back on two legs of his chair, and his left gloved covered hand was resting behind his head, while the other hand continued to tap the pen relentlessly.

The window on the door, which was across from where the man sat, was frosted over by the chill of the night, and the dark sky loomed above like a blanket over the city, with little stars and dark clouds here and there. But something was different tonight… Where was the moon? Blue eyes glanced to the calendar, which was held up at a crooked angle. It was a new moon tonight, thank god. No more full moons for a while, for some reason the man didn't like full moons much. Maybe that's because almost every night there was a full moon it meant a confrontation with his brother. Well, it seemed that way with him.

The man nearly jumped as he heard a loud ringing noise come from his left side. He stood up and ambled towards the phone, allowing it to ring four more times before he listened to the machine pick it up, which he barely heard any of anyways. He glanced at the machine, tilting his head to the side. All he could hear of the message was 'To', 'night', 'die', 'a', 'you bastard', and his name, 'Dante'.

"What the fuck?" He said mindlessly, running a hand through his silvery locks. That was one odd message…Even though he barely heard any of it that was rather…rude to say the least. He shook off the uneasiness he felt and went back to sit down, his feet propped up in a more relaxed fashion. He wouldn't fall asleep incase the phone rang again…then he would answer it. Yawning loudly, he closed his eyes. He was just going to rest his eyes momentarily whilst he awaited his phone to ring again…just a few moments…

Groaning softly, blue eyes flickered open to the bright shine of light in his eyes, immediately closing them and trying to swing out of bed-only to tip over off his chair. He opened his eyes to see the hardwood floor beneath his hands, his nose a few inches away from it. He cocked his head somewhat to the side, trying to remember why he was on the ground…

"Oh Shit!" He yelled, immediately swinging himself back onto his feet, swaying a little from fatigue as he jumped over to his phone, looking at the answering machine.

99 messages. He didn't even know his phone could hold so much, and there was no way in hell he was checking them all. He just sighed, kicked the machine off of the small box so it unplugged. He lifted his chair back up, hooking his booted foot around one of the legs to flip it onto all four of its legs. Sighing deeply he sat down, rubbing his eyes, and then glancing onward to the clock perched on his wall. It was 12 o'clock already… Damn he had slept in. Well, not really, he had just slept in compared to the time he fell asleep.

Rising to his feet once he was awake enough to actually be able to think, kind of, he walked into the area he used as a kitchen, kicking open the fridge and grabbing a left-over bottle of Pepsi, about to take a sip when he heard a chilling laugh that sounded peculiarly like a demon… Shrugging it off, making an assumption that it was just his mind, he continued raising the can to his lips, taking a sip. There it was again…the haunting laugh.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

His eyes widened slightly when the phone rang. Okay, that seemed like a really bad horror movie he had watched once. And he still couldn't remember the name of the horror. Laughing lightly to himself he walked into the other room, picking up the phone, raising it tentatively to his ear…

"Dante? That you?" Came the reply on the other end of the phone before the man had a chance to say Hello.

"Yeah, why?" Replied Dante, curious to know why the person phoned his house, which he lived alone in, and asked if it was him, when it clearly was at this time in the morning.

There was the laugh again…

"Don't look behind you."

Okay, that made Dante shiver a bit. He watched as a black shadow skimmed past him, which was kind of freaky.

"Hey listen, I gotta hand go." He said, hurriedly, reaching for Ebony, who was lying on the box beside him.

"No you don't. Don't hang up."

"No really, I gotta run." He was about to hang up the phone when he heard the slightly scary response of the other.

"I see you…I see you and the little demon floating around you…is that all you got? One little gun…"

Immediately hanging up the phone, grabbing the gun and looking all around, watching the demon leave through the wall he sighed. Well…there was his next job. Shrugging it off lightly, he smiled. Maybe the person was using the payphone across the street. He turned around and looked to where the payphone was-or used to be. Hey, where did it go?

His eyes skimmed across the street as he started to search for the payphone, when abruptly a hand grasped his shoulder.

"I see you…" Came the same voice that had been on the telephone.

Dante whipped around, his gun raised, coming face to face with his brother, Vergil…

End Chapter One

Well there you go, part two has begun! XD;

Hope you enjoyed my longer chapter ;)