Author's Note:
Alright well here's chapter three, and thank you to everyone who reviewed, followed, and favorited this story. You are all awesome and thank you for your support in helping me get Dante more in character. Things are about to get pretty hairy in this chapter in more ways than one, this is also the beginning of the DantexNero part of this story.
Again thank you all!
Special Note: The winner of the challenge is "Nefarious Seraph 13" with their guess of "Animal" by the band Def Leppard! They have already chosen their character name, and that name will appear in later chapters as a character in this story! Congrats!
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry, its characters, or Capcom.
~*I Cry Wolf: Chapter 3*~
Nero wanted to believe that there was more to what he had heard Dante whisper...god he wanted to believe more than anything.
However if there was one thing that everyone knew about Dante, it was that he was one of the biggest man-whores to roam the streets of Capulet City. Hell he was on a first name basis with ALL the girls at Love Planet, and not only that, Nero had personally seen them get into some pretty vicious cat fights over who would get to give the red clad slayer his first lap dance. Nero let out a long sigh falling to lay on his back with his Bringer under his head. Leave it to him to not only have to find out the hard way that he didn't like women, but to go even further and to fall for a completely straight man. Fate was a cruel and it apparently loved making him its personal bitch. Letting out a sad chuckle Nero gazed at the tree tops as they gently swayed in the light breeze, causing the sunlight to flutter around the clearing like elusive butterflies. He felt his thoughts drifting to the night that lay ahead of them both. Nero knew he could not afford to not be on his a-game, and he also knew that if he wanted to keep Dante safe, he was going to have to hold his own. That brought up a much more troubling thought...what if one of them did get bit, or cursed. Nero didn't doubt for a second that Dante would put a bullet in him in before he was even done changing, but if Dante was the one that got cursed...Nero didn't know if he would be able to do it. Raising his human arm he placed it over his eyes and tried desperately to follow the elders example and get some rest. After what felt like hours, Nero finally felt sleep tugging at the edges of his consciousness. Eagerly welcoming it, Nero felt himself finally fall into a thankfully dreamless sleep.
~*I Cry Wolf*~
Nero awoke with a start as a haunting howl pierced through his sleep laden mind. Jerking up into a sitting position and drawing Blue Rose he was on his feet not seconds later, his eyes frantically scanned the clearing for a certain red clad hunter. Finally he saw him standing on the edge of the tree line, his back was to him, but he could tell that Dante was strung tighter than a piano wire. Finally allowing himself to relax, at least from his slightly frantic state, Nero noticed that the sun was nearly set and the clearing was slowly falling into darkness.
Drawing in a calming breath and slowly letting it out, Nero walked over to where Dante stood and stared in the direction the elder's gaze was locked onto.
"They're coming," Dante replied slowly.
"How many," Nero asked feeling his heart rate pick up slightly.
"Twenty or more, it's hard to tell when they're moving in a pack," the elder answered not turning his gaze from the forest.
Twenty or more? Shit...that meant there was going to be at least ten a piece for them to worry about. Those were not good odds when dealing with demons, let alone werewolves. Nero hissed under his breath, for once cursing that fact that he only carried one pistol instead of two like the man beside him.
"Why did you take this job again?" Nero asked, seeing has how the elder had to have a screw loose to be willing to do this.
"Because...I wanted to pay Lady off and fix the shop up...make it...worthy I guess," Dante replied finally turning his gaze from the forest to look anywhere but at Nero.
"So you just figured it would be okay to risk our lives just to pay a little on your debt and to put a new coat of paint on the shop!?" Nero was shaking now his fear forgotten completely replaced with rage. How could he have been so stupid, here he had been hoping that he elder might someday have feelings for him. Instead it appeared his life was worth about two grand to the older hunter.
"You weren't supposed to be here! I got the god damn call two weeks ago and I was hoping Trish would get her fucking ass back here in time to go with me instead! It's also not just a couple of grand were talking here, I'll be COMPLETELY out of debt to Lady, and I'll be able to fix everything in the shop to try and make it worthy enough for you! I took this job for you, so you would see just maybe for once that I'm not such a total fuck up and that I could be a decent..." Dante suddenly snapped his mouth shut as his brain finally caught up to his ranting. Shit...shit, shit, shit! Oh he had done it now...so much for not being a fuck up.
Silence reigned in the clearing, it was as if nature itself knew how serious the situation was. Even Nero himself had for once been shocked into complete silence. 'For him,' just what did Dante mean by that, and more so, did that mean that Dante was...interested, or was he just trying to save his ass from the beating of a lifetime. Suddenly another haunting howl pierced the now dark and star speckled night sky cutting off Nero's racing thoughts like a freight train into a steel wall.
"That sounded close," the younger whispered his eyes scanning the clearing. He heard Dante release a breath, but he didn't relax his stance.
"It was, maybe fifteen yards at the most..." Dante hissed drawing Ebony and Ivory from behind his back.
"Dante...what did you mean when you said..." Nero began but was quickly cut off.
"Not now kid, we have bigger problems to worry about," Dante stated still not looking at Nero. Nero wanted to keep pushing the matter, but he also knew that Dante was right, and that now was not the time.
"Fine, but you're not off the hook yet old man," Nero submitted.
"Whatever you say kid," Dante replied as he began to step back to the center of the clearing a small sad sounded chuckle escaping as he did. Nero just shook his head and followed the elder's example until he and Dante stood back to back. Both watched as pair after pair of yellow eyes, began to gleam in the darkness just at the tree line.
"Fuck, Dante I thought you said there was only twenty!" Nero hissed as he watched the eyes appeared seemingly without end.
"I said twenty or more kid, and obviously the MORE part was the more accurate of the two," was the elder's cocky reply.
Nero snarled in response and scanned the tree line mentally counting the pairs of eyes in his head. Thirty...on his half of the clearing alone, who knew how many Dante had on his especially since he seemed to attract evil and bad luck like a magnet.
The last fading rays of light disappeared completely as the sun set completely, plunging the clearing into completely darkness. Nero listening and cocked Blue Rose as a thunderous chorus of growls and snarls began to rise from the trees. The younger felt Dante shit his position taking a wider stance as the safety's of Ebony and Ivory disengaged with a familiar click. Slowly one of the sets of eyes began to creep forward, Nero sucked in a breath as two more pairs began to join in its advance. The muzzle became visible in the darkness as the moonlight gleamed off of it's rows of razor sharp fangs, and slowly the rest of the body followed, the other two materialized beside it standing, waiting.
Nero watched as steel like muscles began to coil as it prepared to spring. He barely had time to get Blue Rose up as the werewolf lept forward and with a deafening bang that rang off the trees around them the werewolf fell dead just before Nero's feet. He stared in sick fascination and pity as the creature began to twitch and convulse, it's fur began to disappear first as it was seemingly sucked into it's body. Slowly each wolf like feature faded until all that remained was the corpse of a young male in his early thirties. Nero swallowed thickly as he tore his gaze from the sight and tried to still the rolling in his stomach. He had no time to continue to dwell as the chorus of growls rose once again, this time with unmistakable blood lust singing throughout. Slowly more and more of the werewolves began to enter the clearing. Suddenly a lone howl rose up from the pack and as it's final note was sent into the moonlit sky, the werewolves sprung. Nero brought Blue Rose and began firing as fast as he could dropping werewolf, after werewolf. Behind him he heard Ebony and Ivory firing in precision and the faint sound of heavy bodies hitting the grass covered ground in death.
The fight of the boy's life, had begun.
~*To Be Continued*~
Author's Note: So there is chapter three, I hope you all liked it, and I'm sorry if this reads kinda funny. My Microsoft word program died on me, and I've been forced to use the notepad application. I'm going to try to get it fixed as soon as possible. Until then, thank you for reading!