A/N: Despite the fact that only 4 people have reviewed, I'm still happy! YAY! So, I got some title suggestions, and I've decided that KuroOkamii77's title suggestion of 'An Everlasting Blossom' wins! Thanks so much for such a genius title! Credit goes to her for the title name! Okay, I hope…I REALLY HOPE that I do not make Dante OOC in this chapter. I've studied his personality, but even I know that it's not something I can perfect in writing. But hey, I can try right? XD I'm really loving Primrose's personality too! Okay, so yeah…read on!

Disclaimer: DMC belongs to Capcom. Primrose Milandy and any other OC's are mine though ^_^!

2. Dante

Taking a sip of coke, Primrose continued her walk. The rain had died down to a gentle sprinkle for the time being, making it easier to bear. She had found an old piece of pipe lying around and had picked it up when the thought of someone attacking her came to mind. The streets were dangerous at night, full of creepers and whatnot. She wasn't about to be some helpless little victim.

A low growl coming from behind her made her stop walking and turn around to look behind her. She looked around, finding nothing there or anywhere around her. Perhaps she had been hearing things.

"Hello?" she called, her eyes scanning around to see if there was anyone around, "Is someone there…?"

Something running past her made her jump and turn around again to face forward, her grip tightening on the piece of pipe. Her head whipped back and forth as she desperately tried to see what or who was there messing with her. This was different from the time when she and her mother had been walking home one time and a man attacked them in attempt to steal her mothers purse. The burglar had just suddenly ran up to them in broad daylight and threatened them both if her mother didn't give him her purse.

It was dark and raining, and Primrose was all by herself this time. She didn't have her mother here to protect her.

"Listen. I'm not afraid of you! So stop trying to scare me because it's not working!" she was answered with a loud growl that did not deter her one bit.

When the growls began to grow louder and louder, she began to feel her courage dissipating little by little. Red eyes shrouded in darkness are what caught her off guard, whoever or whatever they belonged to lunging at her with a roar. She slammed the piece of pipe into it as hard as she could.

This thing isn't human, Primrose screamed in her mind as she felt herself moving backwards. She hit the creature again with the pipe, and it let out a howl of what she assumed to be pain. She screamed when more appeared and tried to grab onto her, swinging the pipe around and knocking them away from her, losing the pipe in the process. Outnumbered, she did the only thing she could do.

She ran.

She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She heard the monsters behind her, making her panic. Nearly slipping and falling onto her face, she made a sharp turn into a dark alley and kept running, growling when there was a tall fence preventing her to any further.

'Ah, what the hell? Might as well try getting over it!' Primrose thought as she reached the chain link fence, jumping up and grabbing onto it, hurriedly climbing over and jumping down to the other side before she took off again.

As she rounded the corner she heard what sounded like distant gunshots, but continued to run, seeing what looked like an abandoned building up ahead. She ran to it and opened the door, running inside and slamming the door shut immediately. Primrose allowed herself to slide down to the floor as she tried to catch her breath, her legs aching from all the running she had just done.

After getting her nerves to calm down, she looked around the building she had found sanctuary in. It was dusty and very ancient looking. There was a desk and a chair on another side of the room, and then there was an old jukebox right next to the door she had came in, and in the middle of the room was a pool table. Slowly, Primrose rose to her feet and walked to the middle of the room, running her hands along the edges of the pool table. Her feet carried her over to the desk which, much to her surprise, held an old phone and simple looking picture frame on it. Curiosity getting the best of her, she picked the frame up and turned it around to see what it held inside.

"Care to explain who you are and how the hell you got in here babe?"

Primrose couldn't help but yelp as the somewhat amused and questioning tone reached her ears, resting a hand over her erratically beating heart and clutching the picture frame in her hands, amazed she hadn't dropped it. In the doorway stood a young man that couldn't be more than a year older than her, clad in a red leather two tailed coat, wearing nothing underneath it from what Primrose could tell. The lights to the building were turned on, and Primrose noticed the unusual white hair he had instantly, damp from the rainfall outside, his bangs brushed down enough to leave his beautifully blue colored orbs visible to her. Strapped to his back was a sword, while he pointed a gun at Primrose.

She couldn't help but find him extremely attractive.

"Well?"

Primrose was brought back to her thoughts at his impatient question. "Um…please don't shoot?"

Mirth filled the boys blue eyes, an amused smirk tugging at his lips as he slipped his gun back into its holster. "Now why in the world would I do that? It's not everyday a guy comes home to find a babe like you in his house," he explained, leaning against the doorframe while taking a look at her. "You're that girl from earlier."

Primrose frowned, confused. "I'm sorry?"

"From the bar. The one that asked where the bathroom was."

"I don't know what you're…oh!" she recalled the guy with white hair that had been sitting at the bar earlier when she had gone inside Love Planet. "Yeah, that was me."

He shut the door and moved further inside, walking past her to sit behind the desk, setting his sword down against the wall and grabbing the picture frame from her gingerly, setting it back down where it had been earlier. "So what are you doing in my house babe?"

"I wasn't aware that it was even a house. It looked like an abandoned building from outside." Primrose said, clasping her hands together behind her back.

"I just moved in. Haven't had the chance to fix the place up to open for business. But that doesn't answer my question, sweetheart."

"I was trying to find somewhere dry…and a place to hide from those things…" she explained, muttering the last part to herself though the man had been able to hear her clear as a bell.

"So that's what they were chasing after…" he mused, resting his boot clad feet on top of the desk. "I gotta hand it to ya, babe. You sure have fast legs if you were able to outrun those Demons the way you did."

Primrose raised a brow, "Demons…?" he gave a nod, and she started to laugh. "That's hilarious! There's no way that Demons exist."

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair and resting his hands behind his head. "Whatever you say, babe. Whatever you say," he looked at her with those icy blue orbs, "so, you running away from home or something?"

She walked over to the pool table and leaned back against it, crossing her arms over her chest, "Nah. My old man kicked me out of the house."

He smirked, amused by her story so far. "What'd you do?"

"Became a legal adult and graduated high school. I wonder if he thought about how I would get somewhere to live. I don't even have a job and the only cash I have can't even buy me a bottle of water," Primose explained, standing straight again. She had no idea why she was telling this stranger about her ordeal. She started for the door. "Well, I guess I should get going. Sorry about breaking into your house, mister…"

"Dante," he supplied, standing up from his desk and moving over to the door, "and no one said you had to go babe."

"I don't want to impose."

Dante seemed to roll an idea around in his head for a moment. Here was this nice looking babe that was homeless and jobless at the same time. She had conveniently chosen his house out of the other buildings while trying to get away from the Demons that had been chasing after her, not mention that he had seen her back at the club earlier as well. She didn't think Demons existed, something that humored Dante greatly. He studied her quietly, taking notice that she was plain and average looking, not like most of the women Dante knew.

But then again, Dante knew a lot of women.

Her hair was an auburn color, stopping just a little bit past her shoulders. It was flat, some strands plastered to her face due to the rain that had dampened it. She was thin, but not to the point where it looked sickening like some girls made themselves look. She wasn't petite, but built. Dante figured that maybe she had participated in school sports or something. Maybe she ran track judging from how fast she had been able to run away earlier. She was shorter than him, but not by much. He was 6"2, so he figured that she was about 5"7.

'She's got a nice rack too…' Dante thought with a mental grin.

But what was probably her most prominent feature was her eyes. They were a unique shade of green, one that Dante had never seen before. It's what made her stand out the most.

She was different. And in a situation that probably millions of kids went through everyday. Dante knew how it felt to be on your own, so he could relate to her to a certain degree.

He doubted she had any experience with fighting. And she didn't think that demons existed, so he figured she had no experience in that department either.

"I'm making you my assistant, secretary, whatever the hell you wanna call it. And since you don't have anywhere to live, I'll let you stay here too."

"Eh? Why are you being so nice to me? We just met…" she mumbled, unable to believe this complete and total strangers sudden job offer to her. And he was even throwing in a living arrangement plan too? It was like she had fallen into a parallel universe or something.

"Just being a nice guy, babe. You can take it or leave it. Your choice."

Primrose seemed to mull it over for a minute. She barely knew Dante. He could be a crazy serial killer or something for all she knew. But….There was something about him that made her feel like she could trust him. She couldn't quite pinpoint what it was though. Maybe his looks? Even she could admit that he was handsome. Perhaps it was because he owned weapons that he could use to protect people and kill evil with.

Maybe it was because he was genuinely nice?

Finally, she nodded and grinned. "Yeah. Okay, I'll take the job."

Dante grinned. "Great! You got a name sweetheart?" he asked while holding a hand out to her.

"It's Primrose. Primrose Milandy." Primrose said, taking his hand and shaking it.

If only she had known that she was making a deal that was almost like making a deal with the devil himself.

A/N: I felt like I made Dante OOC in some parts, mostly towards the end. I'm sorry if I did ^^;; I tried my best not to! Reviews are loved dearly, and very much appreciated! I know I appreciate the three reviews that this story has already received! LATER TATERS!