Chapter 4

Kyrie sat curled up on the couch, a hand holding the curtains open as she watched the dark streets. She had been keeping vigil on the roads for a sign of the familiar cars, but two hours had already passed with neither hide nor hair of Nero, Credo or even Vergil.

Her eyes were just beginning to close when the door slammed open and a clatter of boots sounded in the hallway.

Before she could scramble upright, the intruder marched in the living room, carrying a bazooka that was poised to shoot.

"Dante! Get your butt down here or I swear I'll-" A voluptuous woman with dark shaggy hair yelled. An aura of annoyance hung about her until she realized the room's occupant was not the infamous demon hunter (who she desperately wanted to kill) but a wide-eyed human girl.

"Huh? Where's Dante? What are you doing here?" The woman relaxed her murderous pose and flicked her shades upwards. Her eyes, one a light blue and the other a rich brown, stared at Kyrie intently.

"W-wait! I was hired by Trish to clean the house! I don't know who Dante is, but no one is in this house but me." Kyrie cleared her throat hesitantly. "Um… would you mind aiming your bazooka somewhere else? It's making me nervous…"

"Oh, sure." She obliged, marching to the staircase and peering up the dark hallway of the second floor. "Have you seen a white-haired man skulk in here? You can't miss him- he's bound to make a pass at you before you can even blink."

"I can't say I have." Kyrie gave an inward sigh of relief. "Does he… live in this house too?"

"You mean if he's responsible for the mess you have to clean up around here?" The woman smiled at the sudden blush that told her she was right. "Yes. Doesn't that make you want to kill him too? My name's Lady by the way. You're Kyrie, right? I've heard about you from Trish. Nice to finally put a face to the name."

"Pleased to meet you too." Kyrie smiled warmly. "Oh! I'm sorry for staying behind so late today- I'm just waiting for my brother to pick me up you see… There are never enough men at the precinct so he needed to work overtime."

Lady nodded in understanding. "Mm. Today has been pretty wild." She spoke cryptically, hitching her bazooka behind her shoulder with surprising strength. "Would you like a ride home then? My motorcycle's in the garage and I have a helmet to spare."

"Oh, please don't bother! I'm sure he'll be on his way soon!"

"It's no trouble at all." Lady shrugged breezily. "Come on. I'll drive slow if that's what you're worried about."

She marched confidently out the room leaving Kyrie to helplessly trail after her.

"Lady, I told my friend that I wouldn't leave without him or my brother…" Kyrie tried again, but Lady merely gunned the engine to life.

"Trust me, your friend would rather you go home than meet the flirt who lives here." Lady tossed Kyrie a helmet. "Besides, how am I supposed to kill Dante with witnesses around?"

With a resigned sigh, Kyrie clambered up behind Lady. "Thank you for the trouble." She sat up stiffly, trying to avoid the bazooka's blade.

"Oh, right." Lady shifted Kalina Ann in front of her.

The ride back to Kyrie's house was uneventful, with Lady being unusually observant of the road rules and regulations. At first, the two had tried to make conversation over the hum of the engine, but with the wind snatching their words away they soon gave it up.

"Thank you so much for the ride home." Kyrie handed Lady her helmet back.

"Sure, sure. See you." Lady turned the corner and made to speed away when a shiver ran through her spine. "Kyrie, get back!"

Kyrie hesitated on the step upon hearing Lady's warning cry, her hand on the doorknob. There was a muffled hiss from within, and the door suddenly splintered in half. "What in the world…!" She spun around, catching sight of a familiar looking demon...

"Hell Prides!" Lady skidded to a screeching halt next to the girl, whipping her bazooka on her shoulder in a well-practiced movement. "Will they ever learn?"

The explosion was deafening.

Kyrie flung a protective arm over her face at the blast of heat. Her ears still ringing, Kyrie gave the scorched front of her home a fleeting look, before swinging herself back behind Lady. There were more inhuman roars and a crash of broken glass as half a dozen red Hell Lusts jumped from the second floor windows.

"Hold on!" Lady jerked hard on the throttle and the two shot down the road with the demons hot in pursuit.

The motorcycle wove in and out of traffic, ignoring the indignant honks of other cars that were forced into stunned silence at the sight of the demons.

"They're catching up!" Kyrie yelled breathlessly.

"You drive!" Lady yelled back, swinging herself around Kyrie to the back. The motorcycle jerked out of control as Kyrie lunged at the handlebars.

"W-wait! I don't know how to..!"

"Learn quickly!"

Lady positioned herself so that she was facing the rear. Locking her knees tight, against the leather seat, she brought out two pistols and began to shoot. The first two demons were dusted easily, but the ones that followed were quickly put on their guard and lessened their pace to avoid being shot.

"Quit moving the bike so much!" Lady grunted as she reloaded the pistols with a sharp click.

"It's a little difficult to control at this speed-" Kyrie began apologetically, only to have to turn sharply to steer clear of an oncoming truck and drawing violent reactions from Lady who was almost thrown off the bike. "Sorry!"

"Just focus!" Lady raised her head again, only to find that all the demons had somehow vanished. "What the…"

There was a sharp exclamation from Kyrie and Lady's head whipped around in time to see the Hell Lusts dash in the road in front of them.

"Jump!" Lady grabbed Kyrie's arm and the two leapt off the bike, seconds before the scythes drove through the speeding vehicle in a heart stopping screech of steel.

Kyrie landed hard on her side, and lay there stunned and winded. Gasping, she quickly sat up and scrambled towards Lady who had slammed into a parked cab and was looking unusually pale.

"My shoulder's dislocated." Her lips barely moved as she ground the words out and Kyrie bit back a horrified cry upon seeing that Lady's left arm was indeed hanging limply from her shoulder. "Just… help me push it back…. I can still… fight." Lady managed to speak through gritted teeth.

There was a hiss like a laugh from behind them and Kyrie felt her composure snap.

She grabbed the pistols that had fallen conveniently near by and faced the demons with grim determination. "Stay back!"

A demon took an insolent step forward, only to be shot at with reckless ferocity. It tottered unsteadily for a while, before flashing into dust that was caught and swept away by the city breeze.

''I'm warning all of you!" Kyrie cried, seemingly torn between fury and guilt. "I have a gun and I don't know how to use it!"

"It does take a little trial and error, but you seem to have pretty good aim." An amused baritone swept from the darkness.

"Dante!" Lady raised her ashen face, with mingled relief and annoyance. "About time…!"

"Sorry for the wait," Dante stepped out of the shadows and directly beneath a street lamp whose light draped about his muscled figure like a spotlight. Vergil and he were almost mirror copies: the same high cheekbones, the same pale hair, daring Grecian nose as well as the same stunningly blue eyes that currently glittered amusement.

"Now let's get this party started!"

AN: Ack- sorry for the long wait!

You can blame Dante for this- I had to re-write this chapter 3 times(!) because I couldn't think of an appropriately stylish entrance for him… -.-;

I'm not too pleased about this chapter either, but if I didn't post soon I was getting worried that I'd loose my beloved readers. ;x;

Again, thanks goes to all my lovely reviewers (You all rock!) and my brother who has been dragged and clawed unto reading and re-reading this chapter. Love ya guys!