Chapter 3

Ivory woke up sometime later. Her head was pounding due to the after effects of the vision. Leaning against the wall the bed was against and bringing her arms up to wrap around her knees, Ivory tried to analyze what the dream meant. She was drawing a blank as always. What got her the most about the vision was the little boy, he looked so sad. All she wanted to do was curl her arms around him and never let him out of her sight. The boy could have been Dante when he was little. She had heard rumors of the twins having lost both of their parents in a short span of time. Something in her told her that it wasn't Dante that she had seen. Dropping her hand down her fingers traced the warm mark around her ankle. She had noticed ever since she received Dante's mark the tattoo was always warm. Exhaustion washed over her again as she drifted back into the darkness of sleep.

Ebony was bouncing up the steps with the book that she had finished in her hands. Oddly enough the book was on the dark arts. The youngest twin thought that maybe reading this would cheer Ivory up. When she slowly opened the door her sister was still sleeping away.

'That vision must have shaken her up,' she thought idly to herself.

Shaking her head she shut the door gently and went back down stairs. That all the more made her curious as to what her sister had seen in the vision. The feeling of being watched made her glance warily over her shoulder. There was no one there much to her annoyance. Sighing heavily she continued down the stairs and into the living room. She didn't get three feet from the couch before a loud crash resounded through the house. It had come from the room her sister was sleeping in. Dropping the heavy book on the grounds she rushed up the stairs with both Masters on her heels. Ebony slammed the door open as she rushed in. The bed and night stand were over turned. The window and lamp from the night stand were broken was broken. There were traces of blood on the broken glass on the floor. Ignoring the glass Ebony went to the window to look out. A dark figure was quickly fleeting away from them.

"Shit!" Dante cursed softly.

"You have to do something," Ebony said.

"Do what exactly?" Vergil said.

"Anything, but get her back in one piece."

"What do I get out of doing this?"

Ebony was about ready to deck the ice twin but a gust of wind from behind her startled her. Dante was standing outside the window on the porch in his Devil Trigger mode. His wings were mantled as he got ready to leap after the culprit.

"What do I need to do anyway? Dante can handle this himself."

"I didn't think you were much of a baby sitter Vergil," Ebony bit out.

Vergil just snorted and turned his back on her and walked out of the room. Dante was already winging his way towards where ever it was that devil had taken her sister.

"Bring her back Dante," she whispered quietly before following her master out of the room.

With Dante

Dante's wings beat furiously as he tried to catch up with the devil that took the girl. Some part of him was wondering why he even cared about her. There was the power that the girl had he guessed was why he was after her. He knew for a fact it wasn't the fact that he cared about her. He, Dante Sparda didn't give a damn about many people yet he saved the world many times. To say that he cared about this girl would be to admit a weakness and Dante didn't need one of those. For a moment he realized he was becoming an ice block like his twin. Shaking his head his wings beat faster as the adrenalin kicked into over drive. On a downward swoop he noticed something on his Devil Trigger that he hadn't noticed before. A ring of red barbed wire wrapped around his wrist. Knowing that Ivory could probably explain it to him he was all the more determined to get her back, if only for answers.

With Ivory

Winced at the devils claws gripped her arms tighter. Blood beads began to well up on her tanned skin. She didn't flinch even though it hurt a small bit. She could feel Dante's coming up on them fast. The mark on her ankle was pleasantly warm despite the cold wind rushing past her in the devil's frantic flight.

"He's going to catch you," Ivory taunted.

"Shut up girl," he hissed.

"You're no match for my master."

"Keep talking and I'll slice your throat open."

"To do that would make your employer very angry. Knowing anyone that seeks power they'd want me alive."

"What a human wishes is not my concern."

"Then why exactly capture me?"

She was stalling for time so Dante could get to her.

"My master commands it."

"Big deal? My master is going to flay you and your master."

"That half-breed can't harm me."

"Are you so sure?" she taunted.

She could feel the hate radiating off the devil in waves. A smirk graced her features. "Dante's more powerful than you are. He'll mop the floor with you."

"If you want to live to see another day I suggest you shut up."

"Make me."

The devil looked down at her and smirked. Ivory held back her fear well. She knew how to push it outwards into her master urging him onward. The devil landed gracefully for something so bulky onto a roof top. Without warning he threw her against the wall. Her head hit the brick with a dull thud. Before darkness took over she saw the imposing form of her master in his full Devil form. His black wings mantled as he landed.

"Beautiful," she muttered before darkness took over.

Dante watched at the devil threw the girl against the wall to shut her up. It sparked some sort of rage within him. He had felt her fear as if it was his own even though he hadn't felt fear since he was a little boy when his mother had been killed. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on speeding up. He landed on the roof top and stood in an imposing manner in front of the enemy. The sound of her saying 'beautiful' before she passed out rang through his ears, and it had sent unfamiliar shock waves through him. If Dante hadn't been seeing red before, he was now. Drawing his sword he readied himself to fight for his slave.

"Who is your master?" Dante asked.

"That is none of your concern half breed. My master will reveal himself if I fail here."

"Then be prepared to die."

"I think not half-breed."

"Suit yourself"

The two locked in combat it was easy to see who would win this contest of strength. Within three hits the devil that had captured his slave had turned to dust. Looking over at her she was still unconscious. Moving slowly he picked her up with care. She curled up slightly in his arms he assumed it was from his aura. He found it odd that she would feel comforted by his devil aura. Filing it in the back of his mind he'd ask her sister what she knew about the subject. Shaking his head he returned to Devil May Cry and returned his slave to her room. Behind the closed door he tucked her back in and brushed a stray hair from her eyes. Backing away from her he revered to his normal state and went back down to report that Ivory was back with them and tell him about the devil that threatened the twins.