A/N: Been a while, right? Sorry bout that, it's been stressful. Good news is, though, I graduated University! No more schooling for me, I'm officially done. In honor to cerebrate that huge achievement with you guys, I finally found time to finish this chapter. Plus, I'm currently working on ideas for a new Dante/Lady story. Hopefully that will come shortly after this. Enjoy!

Chapter 5: Sparda

It was dark, old, and creepy. It was everything Eva hated in houses like these, especially the ones that creaked with every step she took.

She'd been there for a total of 30 minutes and she was already ready to call it quits and go home. No matter where she searched, the trinket that father wanted was no where in sight. It was a stupid mission, how would she ever find something so small in a house of this size? Eva should have brought Sam as back up.

Walking up the ragged stairs, she neglected to use the rails. Last time she used the rails when going up the stairs of an old house she was gifted with splinters, multiples. It had taken her 3 full days to get them out completely.

She made her way to the bedroom and slowly opened the door. She held back a wince as the door ground. She didn't know why she was acting so cautious in an abandoned house but the house didn't sit right with her. She was positive something was missing, something that was so obvious that it made it different from every other house she scouted.

She looked around briefly, glancing over the bed and nightstands, before making way to the closet. She searched through the small amount of cloths there before realizing just what made this house so different from all the others. This closet had clothes in it. It had furniture not covered with the shite sheets, and it was clean. This house was clean. A clean house meant someone lived there.

As quickly as she could, Eva slammed the closet door shut and ran to the door. She would do a lot of things for her father, killing demons being one of them, but she would never condone stealing someones property. She may have a fucked up sense of moral but she is no thief.

Eva froze in her steps, eyes widened and arms dropping to her size. There, standing in the doorway, was a man. This was another situation her father didn't teach her how to deal with, how to break out of a broken into house if you get caught by the owner. Eva just hoped he didn't call the cops.

The man was tall, handsome man with eyes that shined through the dark room. An electric blue like many other people she had met in her life time. He had slicked-back white hair. White hair, something she had never seen before, something that didn't match his young face. It was something extremely attractive.

He's clothes showed him to be old fashioned, a purple Victorian outfit with a white cravat. It was completely opposite of Eva who preferred to wear leather pants and a red leather jacket. The most eye catching thing the man wore, however, was a large red jewel hanging around his neck. Shit, it's the medallion in the drawing her father had in the file. Go figure.

Silence settled around the two and Eva didn't know where to begin. She looked into his eyes, his gaze felt like he was looking into her soul. An awkward smile tugged at her lips. He half life her arm and gave a small wave.

"Hey."

The man tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. He was probably suspicious as to why she was there. Eva would be too if she found some stranger in her bedroom. "I believe this is called breaking and entering."

His voice was deep and it was intimidating. Eva dropped her hand to her side and an awkward laugh left her lips. "Yeah, sorry about that. Didn't know anyone lived here"

Eva really wished he didn't find her in his room. At least then she could attempt to make a break for it. She could try to jump out of the window but the second floor was too high up. Last time she flew out of a second story window this high, she fractured her leg.

"So, since I now know that someone lives here, I'm just going to go." Eva moved to push past the man but he stood firm. No matter how hard Eva push the man would not move. His feet were just as firm as his chest. Eva almost wanted to keep pushing. She looked up at the man when she realized her efforts were fruitless and crossed her arms over her chest. "Look buddy, I'm trying to get out of here. Can you move out of the fucking way?"

The man tilted his head slightly to the side as he thought over what to do with the intruder. "I should call the police."

Panic flooded though her veins. Eva really didn't want to deal with the police, not again. She would need to think quickly in order to get out of this mess. "Or, we can play rock, paper, scissors for my freedom."

The man looked confused at the mention of the name and Eva only hoped that he would agree.

"I do not-"

"Sure you do. That way, I have a 50-50 chance of not getting arrested."

"But-"

"Can't you give a girl a chance? It's not like I stole anything from you?

"It was intended"

"Everything is here, I don't even have a bag to carry anything out with." Eva opened her eyes wide, looked up at the man, and pouted her lips. Pouting normally got her what she wanted. This time proved to be no different as the strange man sighed and held out his hand. Eva held back a squeal of delight as she readied to play the childish game. She would win this game, she always did.

As the two presented their object, Eva gasped at the man held out a rock to her scissors.

"I am calling the police."

"No wait! Best two out of three. That was a practice round anyway."

The man smirked in amusement before allowing the girl another shot. Two rounds became four, and four grew until 10. There was no way Eva could win going further, he noticed she played in a pattern, always throwing scissors, paper, then rock.

"Fuck, this game makes no sense." As the two played the game the reason behind it slowly disappeared. Eva was far to competitive and the man was far to amused. "I have never lost before, not once. How come I can't beat you?"

"The others lost on purpose?" He proposed. He bit his lip tight at the reaction he received.

"What the hell? If they really lost on purpose, I'm seriously going to burn dinner for the next moth." she growled under her breath.

"I will go call the police." The man turned on his heel but stopped as Eva grabbed his arm and forced him to turn back and face her.

"Wait, since I lost in the game, I'll do you a favor for my freedom."

"You have nothing to offer."

"I'll offer my body."

The man eyes her up and down before his gaze turned hard. "What do you take me for?"

Eva gagged in disgust at his tone and used her hands to shield her body. "Not like that, I meant I'll do odd jobs around your house for a while so that you can forgive me."

Looking intrigued, the man crossed his arms over his broad chest and Eva fought to keep her eyes on the man's icy blue ones. Hopefully the man would take her up on the offer. If he did, then she would be able to leave and never came back. The man knew nothing about her, he wouldn't be able to find her. Her father would just have to send someone else to get what he wanted.

Eva wanted to cringe at the punishment she was bound to receive for failing.

"Fine."

The man's voice was firm and Eva squealed in delight. "Thank you! You won't regret this."

Eva thanked the man and continued to thank him as he walked her to the front door. As she was about to take a step into freedom the man clasped her around the wrist. Eva shivered at the sensation and she looked at the man.

"Your name."

Eva sighed in regret, she knew it was too easy. The town they lived in was small. If he knew her name he would find her, she was the only Eva around.

"Eva."

"Your real name?"

Eva bit her lip at the realization that she should have lied about her name. Why didn't she think of that?

"Judging by your reaction, it is." The man released her from his grip and a smile that sped up Eva's heartbeat settled on his face. "I will see you tomorrow."

Barely gaining control of her heart, Eva called out. "Wait, what's your name."

"My apologize, Sparda."

"What?"

"My name is Sparda."

The door slammed shut in her face.