[A/N] Me: Yeah I thought about it and…I figured what the hell, the prolog was so short that you guys deserve a first chapter or something. *shrug* I don't own any of the songs mentioned at any point of this story and *sarcasm* Yeah I own Devil May Cry that's why I'm sitting around writing fanfiction instead of firing whoever changed "Dante" in DMC 5 from our favored silver haired bishie.

Dante: Umm authoress-

Me: *holds up hand* Just be quiet, I'm mourning the death of your character.

Dante: Wha-

Me: They SOILED IT! *sobs* He has silver hair God dammit! And he's way smexier than what they made this "new Dante" (IMO). *cry cry* And where is VERGIL in all of this? T_T

Dante:…O_o

Chapter 1: In a haunting…

In a haunting the temperature always drops.

I was freezing in my room, but that's not what made me so uncomfortable. I felt as if I was being watched. I had told my Dad, who called the police and had them check the whole house and also look around the neighborhood. No trace of him was found and my description of him was unfamiliar to everyone in the town they bothered to ask. They had nothing to go on, not even fingerprints, meaning this guy was probably an expert.

I rolled over keeping my eyes closed and trying to will myself to sleep. 'All the doors and windows are locked.' I reminded myself. 'You're just being paranoid and will feel better in the morning.'

Originally, we were not supposed to stay in this house overnight, but the sudden downpour was worse than we thought and it was much too dangerous to drive. Thankfully our extra blankets were already moved here. I finally sat up giving up trying to get a decent amount of sleep. I squinted looking for the slightest hint that I wasn't alone in the room. Nothing was there, but the more I stirred the more intense the gaze felt. This was driving my crazy.

I quickly stood up and nearly ran out of the room. I stumbled down the hall and over to my little brother's room, which was a few doors away. I opened the door soundlessly and looked at his small form curled up in a ball. I sighed feeling a little better but didn't go into the room on the off chance part of the floor creaked and I woke him up. If I woke him up there was a chance he wouldn't want to go back to sleep and end up waking my parents.

I closed the door and stared back at where my room was. 'There's no way I'm going back there.' I thought shuddering. I wandered around the house aimlessly; it was actually pretty creepy in the dark.

I sighed. "Way to go Dad, buy a weird house-no-actually, this is more like a mansion, in the middle of nowhere." I stopped in front of a random room and stepped inside. These walls were painted blood red with black curtains, at least that's the colors I think they are, it's to dark to be certain.

I rubbed my arms feeling goose bumps rise from the cold. Sadly, I neglected to bring the blankets out of my room and I sure as hell didn't plan on going back in there until the sun rose. I sat down near the corner of the room and sighed.

"Why is it so cold everywhere?" I asked one in particular. I'm not sure when or how, but I must have fallen asleep at some point because the next thing I know, I'm warm and a light music seemed to echo throughout the room. I looked around noticing I'm still in the same room, except there is a queen sized poster bed in front of me, a stereo playing music from on top of a black desk, and there are various posters on the walls. Another thing that caught my attention was a huge sword mounted on the wall next to the window. I walked toward it and ran my fingers across the blade idly wondering if it was real.

"His names Rebellion."

I jumped and spun around looking for the source of the voice. There was another unbelievably hot guy standing in the doorway. He wore black boots and pants, but no shirt. Just like the other male, he had silver hair (though his was straight down instead of pushed up) and looked around my age. I shifted nervously and glanced around the room like a frightened animal. With the luck I've been having recently, I wouldn't be surprised if he tried to kill me like the other one planned.

'How many psychopaths are in this neighborhood?'

He tilted his head slightly and sighed walking forward, but stopped suddenly when he noticed me backing up.

"Easy babe." He said raising his hands. "With a reaction like that I'm guessing you ran into the prick down the hall, am I right?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked trying to stay calm.

"This," He started with a small smirk. "is my room."

"How the hell is this your room if we bought the house? No one said we had to share a house with other people, let alone the mentally insane!" I bit my tongue so no more insults slipped out. At this rate I'll be dead in under an hour, but wait…this was a dream. It HAD to be a dream! None of this furniture was here, or the posters and sword; this had to be a dream and this man's odd hair color was inspired by my earlier attacker!

"Babe?"

I snapped out of my thoughts feeling a little more relaxed. "I'm Amy, not 'babe'."

He chuckled. "Alright then Amy, I have no idea why or how you ended up in the house, but what I do know is you have to leave."

I scoffed. "Though I was attacked and am now having weird dreams about guys with silver hair, that's nothing a security system and a few cups of coffee won't cure. Besides, I don't make it a point to move out just because some random dream guy tells me to."

He smirked and I felt my face heat up a little. I looked at the adjacent wall. "Anyway, you said your name was Rebellion?"

He laughed. "No, the sword is Rebellion, I am Dante."

"I was threatened by a guy that looks just like you, call me crazy but I think he's still in my room even if I can't see him."

"Your room? …Oh! Yeah ignore him, he's never been a real people person if you know what I mean."

No, I honestly don't know.

"If he ever bothers you too much you could always stay here."

I looked back at the strange male who was now lying on the bed with his eyes closed. I took this chance to study his appearance; he wasn't holding or concealing a sword which relieved me a little. My eyes wandered up to his lean yet muscular build. He was that guy every woman craves to have…okay Amy get a hold of yourself now is not the time to be ogling a potential murderer…but one had to admit he did look really hot-

"Like what you see babe?" He said in a teasing tone as a smirk slid onto his face.

My face flushed. 'How the hell did he know if his eyes are closed?' I quickly looked away and bit my lip. "Um, anyway, what was the other guy's name? The one who attacked me in the other room I mean."

"Oh that's…" He trailed off and sighed. "I can't tell you that."

"Why not?"

"I just can't, it's complicated. I'm not allowed to tell you their names, just like they can't tell you mine."

"But you told me yours! Wait a minute, did you just say 'they'? As in there are more than just you two here?"

"Shit" He muttered under his breath. "Yeah, the kid is the other one, don't worry about him though, he's more like a puppy than anything."

"A kid? You mean there's a little one as well?"

Dante chuckled. "Not exactly…"

"Can't you give me a straight answer!"

He made a small shrugging gesture and rolled onto his side to face me. "They aren't who you need to worry about."

I didn't bother hiding the completely clueless look on my face. He sat up and motioned for me to come to him. I hesitantly walked forward, for some reason the closer to him I got the more relaxed I felt. But the fact that my body was relaxing against my will also unnerved me. He smirked as my body sat on the bed despite my mind telling it not to.

"Are you going to be the only one living here?"

"No, my brother and my parents will live here as well."

"Hm…well I don't think you have to worry about your parents as much. How old is your brother?"

"Ten."

Something flashed in Dante's eyes but it was quickly gone. "Which room did he pick?"

"He picked the room a few doors down from mine, one with white walls." I replied noticing the humor slowly leaving Dante's face.

"You need to tell him to move to this room or the one at the far end of the hall. You can't confuse it with any other room since it's the only one with purple walls."

"Are you serious?"

"Unless you plan on sharing a room with your brother, yes."

"Why can't he just stay where he is?"

"…I can't tell you that." Dante said seriously. "Just trust me when I say you can't leave him there."

"Trust you? I don't even know you!" I said standing up. "There is no way one of you can threaten me and the other try to tell me my brother can't choose his own room! This is the stupidest dream ever, I'm leaving."

I quickly walked over to the door.

"Don't!"

I opened the door and saw a creature in tattered black robes standing there with its scythe raised. Before I could react, it swung its scythe and slashed across my stomach. I stumbled back into the room oblivious to Dante appearing next to me with a shiny silver gun in his left hand. The creature threw its scythe and Dante pushed me out of the way before moving. It spun through the air and hit the window causing it to shatter.

"Amy?"

"Amy?"

I sat up in cold sweat frantically looking around as I tried to steady my breathing. I was still in the same room, but all the furniture and posters were gone and it was still night time.

"Amy what happened? Oh my God you're bleeding!" My Mother said lifting my shirt and exposing the gash on my stomach.

"What are you doing in here? Why aren't you in your room?" My Father asked helping me up and steering me downstairs.

"She's going to need stitches! Sweetheart what happened?" My Mother questioned once I slid into the backseat of our car.

"We heard the window break and we went to see what caused it, you must have rolled over onto one of the shards in your sleep." My Father suggested.

"I'm sorry, I was just to freaked out about before to sleep in my room so I went there." I managed to say through small hisses of pain. The cut hurt like heck and mom was right about me needing stitches. "Wait, where is Liam?"

"Your brother is still asleep, we called your aunt and since she lives in this town she'll be over there in less than five minutes." My Dad replied.

I stared at the car roof and briefly thought back to my dream.

"Just trust me when I say you can't leave him there."

[A/N] Me: JazmineKiller was the first to review. *pulls out microphone* THANK YOU JAZMINEKILLER!

Dante: *shoots the microphone out of my hand* That. Was. Painful.

Me: ^_^;; Hehe.