Ch.4

Rayne:

They pulled in front of an old apartment building with a neon sign that read 'Devil May Cry'. It was at the dead end of a pothole filled alleyway. Needs a picker-upper but overall not bad, on the outside. Rayne thought to herself as she approached the buildingThe building was an abandoned apartment building. It had crimson cloth curtains and old fashioned double doors. Avove the entrance was a pink neon sign of a chick holding two guns and "Devil May Cry" in cursive.

On the inside to the right was a band set with speakers and a juke box. Straight ahead was a plain desk with a plain wood chair. It had paperwork on it with an old-OLD-fashioned telephone and a picture of some blonde woman in red. Behind the desk was a giant skin of some hellish creature and all over the walls were the heads of demons. Some of which had knives in them. To the left was a set of stairs and an open lounge. The rug was red and zebra skin while the furniture was red. A couch, a love-seat and a chair all matched each other. A regular wooden coffee table was in the middle of the arrangement and a tall lamp stood between the couch and the love-seat. Wow, nice place. But too much red and wood which is saying alot since I love red and black.

"Soooo. You like it?" Dante asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Yeah, not too shabby. Could use some work but..." Rrrringg. Rrrringgg. Dante rushed over too pick up the antique phone.

"Yeah, Dante here. This'd better be important 'cause I've got some important company...Sure, okay. You can talk to her." He then offered the phone to Rayne."It's for you." Rayne had no clue who it was until she answered the phone.

"Who's asking for me?"

"Who else?" asked the male brittish accent.

"What are you doing?!" Why would he call like that. I'm on an undercover mission that he forced me on. Why ruin it. He could've just talked to me on the mike.

"Well, it turns out that there is some info on mister Dante here. A friend of mine informed me that him and Dante were old friends. Dante actually is a half-breed.

"Really?!", Rayne was surprised at the new information. He doesn't look dhampir. Could he be a new species?

"Well, he's not the kind of half-breed you are, that's obvious. He something stronger than a vampire period. Dante is half-demon."

"You've got to be shitting me." Rayne couldn't believe that she was inthe prescence of a half-demon and didn't even know it. Plus he's been so friendly. What would he want with her?

"No I'm not. Also, he's not just any half-demon, but none other than the son of Sparda."

"..."

"Rayne? Are you there? Hello? Don't make me come up there." Severin was worried that Dante might've heard the conversation and did something to Rayne. But rayne was speechless not because of the shoking info. Not because the demon before her was the son of the dark knight Sparda. but because the son of Sparda was staring at a play-boy bunny magazine and choking on pizza at the moment.

"I'm okay Severin, but I don't think Dante is. I better help before he chokes to death on that pizza." Then she hung up, leaving Severin with the same look she had on her face now on his when she saw the sight.

Dante:

The guy on the phone was weird. All he said was, "Let me speak to Rayne." and that was it. how did he know that Rayne was there and how the hell did he get that number. Oh well, he had bigger problems. One of said 'big problems' was now logged in his throat. He accidentally took too big of a bite of pizza and was now choking on it. Rayne at first just stood there with shock by something Mr. English/Great Brittish/Brittish/United Kingdomish said. Then she looked like she just saw something really stupid while looking at Dante. After that she hung up and decided to help. The pizza came up easily with Rayne performing the Heimlich procedure and landed on Dante's desk.

Dante just stared for a little bit at the pizza bite then shrugged.

"Waist not, want not." Then ate the pizza bite. Rayne was disgusted as Dante could easily see, but he didn't care.

"So what you're boyfriend want?" He asked casually like nothing happened.

"He's not my boyfriend and he just wanted to give a heads up on something."

"Oh really, a heads up on what?" Dante had a feeling he knew what the mysterious man wanted to tell Rayne.

"Nothing" She was playing coy, he hated when chicks played coy. Then she did something quite unexpected. Rayne moved, quick as lightning, and stuck both blades into Dante's gut, pinning him to the wall behind him. he mearly stared down at her like she was stupid.

"You left my arms free."He stated with a bored tone. Then just as fast as her, he grbbed her before she could blink and pulled her close. From past experiences, her knew that she was nowhere near as durable as he was, so he was somewhat gentle with her, but not enough so that she'd thik he didn't mean business.

"What do you want with me son of Sparda" She almost spit it into his face. So she knows. Dante mused

"I could ask you the same thing" He wasn't goimg to back down.

"What?", she asked genuinly surprised,"I thought you were going to try to torture information out of me."

"What?, now it was his turn to be surprised,"I thought you were sent to assassinate me."

"You men that you didn't even know that I was a Brimstone agent?"

"Well, now I do. And I really don't care. I just wanted to know why you had the same target I did."

"Hmmmm, why did we have the same targets?" She was painfully, obiously smarter then he was.

"Well, I got the call a couple of days ago..." Dante started to explain untill Rayne interupted.

"Could we get out of this position and sit down." They were still in the position of him pinned to the wall and her pulled pervertedly close to him.

"Sure." He had just noticed. They let each other go and went to sit on one of the crimson sofas in his lounge area next to the stairs.

"Okay, I'll start again...

"Rrrrrrring, rrrrrring, rrrrrrrrring."

"Okay, okay, I'm coming" Dante shouted at the phone. When he picked it up, he heard the password for the devil missions that he loved oh so much. This week the password was 'My favorite pizza is toast'. The password changed weekly asnd sometimes it got rediculous. The a creepy voice came on the phone. It sounded like chain smoker who was dieing of lung cancer caused from gas fumes.

"Please, in two days at midnight, there will be a cult meeting. You must eliminate everything." Then the person hung up. Dante just stared at the phone a little longer then put it down. He searched the demon head covered walls untill he found his calender, which was fram three years ago. He threw it away and went to Walgreen's to buy a new one, then marked to cult meeting one his new, Scooby-Doo calender.

Rayne:

"Are you fucking serious, a Scooby-Doo calender?" Rayne stated after hearing the story.

"What? Scooby-Doo rocks." Danted said like a pouting child with a shrug.

"Alright, my turn...

"Agent BloodRayne, please come to the office for you're next mission."

"Damn, I was hoping for a couple of days off." She complained to no one in particular while she strolled to the office. The office was the most plain part in the building being everything in it was either biege or wood of biege wood. With file cabinets and papers everywhere.

"Agent BloodRayne,"said the guy in the red cloak sitting at the desk,"There is reports of a cult meeting in two days at midnight. We want you to be there."

"The one who gave us the report requested that you eliminate absolutly everything", said the other guy in the other red cloak standing by the desk.

"Whatever, I'll be there."Rayne was already bored. Religious cults, Nazi cults, vampire cults, cults were getting pretty damn boring.

Dante:

"So, whoever set the mission, wants us both dead." Dante said with a straight face.

"Yeah. Apparently, they was hoping that we'd kill each other in the rukus." Rayne agreed. Well, this is going to be one hell of a party. Dante thought eagerly.

A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry, for taking so long. I didn't know exactly where I wanted this story to go for a while and, after this recent storm in St.Louis, the phone lines went down and I have dial up so I couldn't post it. Once again, my apologies.

Late, late disclaimer: I don't own anything from capcom or the characters or the BloodRayne makers, or anything exept this story.