[A/N] Me: Loves Devil is the very second person to review this story. *gets on loud speaker* THANK YOU LOVES DEVIL!

Vergil: *slices the loud speaker* Cut. That. Out.

Me: ^_^;; Oops?

Loves Devil: X3 YAY! *hugs* If at least one person loves my story I know that it wasn't a complete waste of time. Tho nothing related to the awesome half devil twins can be considered a waste of time, but whatever~ Thankies for your review!

JazmineKiller: Yeah, when I heard they were coming out with a DMC 5 I was like: W00T MORE DEVILISH SILVER HAIRED BADASS SMEXY-NESS! Then I saw it and literally burst into tears. T_T *sits in my emo corner hugging my Dante plushy*

Dante: *cough* It was awkward for everyone. (And still is. O_o)

Chapter 2: After the cold…

After the cold sets in, the spirit/spirits makes themselves known…

I ended up getting my stitches and going back to my old home instead of the freaky house I'm not so eager to move into anymore.

"We'll have all the windows replaced since they tend to break on their own if they get to old and aren't taken care of."

That's what my Dad had said. It was funny really, how I could dream up something so dramatic when what REALLY caused it was a natural occurrence. No more late horror and sci-fi movies for me.

About a week after the incident the moving guys came to take the last of our stuff to what would be my new home. I was nervous about going back and I didn't even fully know why. Despite me knowing Dante was just a dream I couldn't help but feel as if he was right about me not wanting to be there. I hadn't returned to the house any time after that, not even when the rest of my family was going. I always happened to "be at a friend's house studying for a big test" or "to sick to go anywhere".

I stared up at the huge brown (and now intimidating) house. This time there was no staying home or with a friend. This time I really did have to go back into the house and start unpacking my stuff. "Even if unpacking might piss of some creepy silver haired weirdo stalker guy." I muttered under my breath.

"Did you say something hunny?" My mother asked making me jump. I hated it when she appeared out of nowhere like that.

"Nothing mom, just mumbling to myself." I replied giving her a fake enthusiastic smile.

She laughed. "Careful sweety, you don't want the new neighbors to think you're a loony." She joked walking off to bring more boxes into the house.

I sighed. "I think I AM a loony." I looked up at where my room window was and felt my blood run cold. Sure it could've been my imagination, or a trick of the light, or any other bunch of logical excuses, but I could've sworn I saw a silhouette dressed in a long blue coat standing in the window. I took a few steps closer and blinked trying to make sure I wasn't loosing it, but as soon as I blinked it vanished.

I shuddered and walked over to my Dad who was currently on the porch. "Dad, I think he's back."

"Who?" He asked furrowing his brows in confusion.

"That guy who threatened me, he's back in my room!"

"But all the doors and windows are still locked, are you sure you saw him?"

"Well, yeah I think so." I said slowly becoming uncertain.

"I'll check it out, you go find your mother and your brother and tell them to wait outside." He said seriously as he walked back into the house.

Getting to my mom was simple since she was in the kitchen which was on the first floor. I walked into the kitchen and told her that Dad had wanted her and my brother to wait outside with me. She agreed not bothering to ask what caused the sudden request. I glanced around.

"Where's Liam?"

"Oh he's up in his room." My mother replied. "I'll be right out, just let me finish unpacking this one box."

I slowly nodded and rushed upstairs. I opened the door to what would be my brother's room, but he wasn't in it. "Liam?" I called feeling a little unease. I started opening all the other doors but he was no where to be found. I stood in the middle of the hall and looked around frantically. "LIAM?"

I heard him yell and I jumped nearly ten feet in the air. The yell stopped abruptly and a loud thud echoed through the hall. I ran as fast as I could to where I thought the yell came from and burst through another door. I froze and my jaw dropped.

Liam was on the floor and despite him being the only person in the room that I could see, there were at least six human-like shadows moving around him. I could hear whispering that was loud yet distant like an echo.

"Liam?" I asked hoping he would get up and tell me this whole thing was a joke. This time when I spoke the whispers stopped. The shadows on the floor stopped moving around him and starting sliding across the floor to me. I quickly backed up and a loud screech was heard. I took off down the hall and the sounds of screeching, cloth ripping, and other unnatural sounds filled the hall. I glanced over my shoulder and screamed when I saw what must have been a monster of some sort.

It looked human, except it had milky white skin, black eyes, and long razor sharp claws on its hands and feet that allowed it to crawl across the wall at high speed. A long tongue slid out of its mouth and the creature dropped to the floor sprinting after me. Further back were four other creatures exactly like it that were also chasing me.

'This is a dream! This is a dream! This is a dream!' I repeated over and over. "I'm going to wake up. I'm going to wake up! PLEASE SOMEONE WAKE ME UP!"

But the thing about nightmares is…

…You're hardly ever able to wake up before the worst happens.

The creature jumped and tried to tackle me but thankfully I was quick enough to turn into another room before it impacted with me. I cursed under my breath at the fact that I'd just run into a dead end. I was in an empty room with light blue walls and nothing to defend myself with.

"Mom! Dad! Liam!" I yelled backing away from the creatures as they slowly entered the room. It really was like something out of a horror film and I was of course, the trapped victim. "Dad! Mom!"

"It's useless child, they can't hear you and even if they did, they can't see us. You're vulnerable, a perfect ticket back into your world and out of this hell."

I didn't know which of the creatures said it because none of them opened their mouths.

"I'm going to be the first to taste our freedom!"

"No! We agreed that we would share control of the vessel!"

I reached up and held my head. Their voices sounded scratchy and piercing, like nails on a chalk board and to make things worse it was as if I were hearing their thoughts instead of their words. Nothing was being said out loud so why could I still hear them?

"That's where you're wrong, only three of us can fit inside this vessel." The creature closest to me turned to face the others. "Fight for who may accompany me, I'll start removing her soul."

Before I could react or properly process what was happening the creature had tackled me. I felt the air rush out of me followed by an intense pain all over my body.

"GET OFF OF ME!" I screamed trying to push it off. The creature responded by digging it's long claws into my sides.

I kicked and thrashed and pushed but it wouldn't stop.

"And what gives you the right to claim a definite spot? You should fight for it as well!"

In the time it took me to blink another one of the creatures tackled the first off of me.

I quickly stood up and nearly fainted when my eyes landed on a body on the floor. It was clearly a female and she had my clothes…and hair…and face? I stared down at the body for a few seconds. It was definitely me, but how could that be me if I'm standing right here?

"You fools," Another creature seethed. "her soul is getting away!"

I ran out of the room before they could stop me.

'Why can't I wake up? Why can't I wake up?'

"Somebody!" I screamed desperately.

My father came walking down the hall looking completely relaxed despite my frantic yelling.

"Dad!" I ran over and stopped in front of him. "Dad there are creatures here! These things they're like demons or som-"

I gasped as an indescribable feeling filled my being. My Dad quite literally walked right through me and kept going as if I didn't exist.

"What the hell is going on?" I whispered to myself.

I heard a loud cackling behind me followed by the sound of something dragging. I quickly whirled around to face what could be laughing at a time like this.

My face paled and my green eyes slowly drifted up until they locked with hollow blue ones. Another skeletal being with a long purple and black scythe stood just a few feet away giving me a sadistic grin. It was about seven feet tall dressed in black cloth and spun its scythe around expertly before disappearing into a puff of black smoke. Seconds later the laughter echoed around me.

"There she is!" One of the creatures from earlier said running toward me on all fours.

The laughter got louder and the skeletal demon came rolling out of thin air spinning its scythe wildly as it flew forward to get to me. The creature had paused briefly and in seconds a loud piercing screech was heard as the scythe tore through its flesh like it was butter.

The demon continued as if it hadn't noticed, its eyes still locked on me.

I dove into the nearest room and out of its line of fire. "Okay don't panic! In a dream you can wake yourself up right? So maybe if I can get back to my body I can wake up."

This didn't make much sense, but it was better than waiting for some random horror to murder me. I slowly stood up but froze when the demon darted into the room. It still had a sadistic grin and I was yet again paralyzed in fear.

My mother walked down the hall right behind it, but neither the demon nor my mother paid any mind to each other. The demon advanced menacingly swinging its scythe.

"Mom?" I whispered as if the demon would attack as soon as I tried to yell for help. I felt a few tears slide down my face. I didn't care if it was just a dream, I didn't want to die!

'Calm down you can control your dreams right? Right. There has to be something I can do.' I tried to think but my mind was a wreck just like my nerves. Suddenly the demon charged forward ready to hack me to pieces.

I screamed and ran to the side a second before its scythe reached me. The scythe embedded itself in the wall and the demon started pulling at it in attempt get it out. With out hesitating I dashed out of the room and down the hall trying to make it to the stairs.

'Forget my 'body' I've got to get out of this house!' I thought. I skidded around the corner and stopped suddenly almost loosing my balance and falling down the stairs. There were at least thirty bodies on the floor and blood was splattered everywhere. I blinked and the scene around me changed. The bodies were mutilated and looked like they'd been dipped in acid, yet one looked up at me. Well, it didn't exactly look since it didn't have eyes, but it turned its head toward me and sniffed the air. The other bodies did the same and started half stumbling half crawling to the stairs.

The smell was horrible, death, blood and decay. I turned and ran back down the hall. There was blood splattered across all the walls now. Then a loud sound like thunder erupted and I nearly fell. The sound continued and I slowly realized it was gunshots. Not having anything left to do, I ran down the hall in the direction of the gunshots. I turned the corner and ran right into someone's embrace. My face was pressed against a soft grey fabric and thin arms wrapped around me.

"Thank God I found someone! What's going on here!" I tried to pull away to look into the face of the first person who was able to see me, but their grip tightened and I couldn't move.

"Hey! L-let go!" I said continuing to try and pull away.

Their grip loosened a little and my eyes widened. The person was definitely female with white hair and pale bluish skin; she was also a good five inches taller than me. Her eyes were black and her expression was blank as she stared down at me.

"What are you?" I whispered still fighting to move back.

She didn't respond, instead she leaned forward and opened her mouth revealing a long sharp row of teeth. She inhaled and a soft blue light flooded my vision. The more she breathed it the weaker and lighter I felt. My eyes started to feel heavy and drifted closed.

"That'd be a real turn on for me if you weren't about to kill the pretty girl." A sarcastic voice said.

Another gun shot rung out and I fell forward not having the energy to stand all of a sudden.

"Hey, stay with me, no sleeping!" The voice said quickly. I felt someone catch me and immediately tried to pull away. "Relax babe, you're fine…for now."

I forced my heavy eyes opened and saw Dante staring at me with a slightly concerned expression. "What happened to that other person?" I asked softly.

"Your girlfriend?" Dante chuckled.

I narrowed my eyes with an unamused expression. "If it wasn't hard to move, I would punch you for that comment."

His smirk widened and he picked me up. "That was a wrathe and she was trying to eat your soul…at least maybe in the beginning, but to me it looked like she wanted to seduce you."

I ignored his last comment and noticed he carried me right back into my creepy-as-hell room, which for some reason was filled with furniture that wasn't mine. Bookshelves lined the walls and there was a desk with neatly piled papers and more books written in languages I'd never even seen before.

"What happened to my room?"

"Not your room right now." Dante replied setting me down on soft blue satin sheets. "And you might not want to remind him that you chose his room of all places, he's always been touchy about sharing his personal space. That is why the poor bastard will never get laid."

I didn't get time to process this before a familiar figure burst through the door with a bloody sword. I cringed and slid back on the bed. My sudden movement alerted him and he scowled. "So that's why they're becoming more active." He said to himself.

"Um, Dante?"

"Yeah babe?"

"That's the same guy that threatened my life." I said in a low voice.

Dante nodded not bothered in the slightest. "He does that to everyone."

'Great, first monsters now psychos! When I wake up I am NEVER watching a single horror film ever again. I mean this is like putting Jeepers Creepers, the Grudge, and Saw in the same movie!'

"Where's the kid?" Dante asked as the man with the blue coat walked forward.

"He went to make sure her brother's soul was still intact."

"And…?"

"The boy is okay, most of them are focused on her since she's at her most vulnerable point already. Thankfully only the lesser ones know she's here and they can't enter until her soul is destroyed."

"What are you talking about?" I asked exasperated.

They both looked at me as if just remembering my presence.

"Damn." Dante sighed not bothering to answer the question. "I miss the good old days when my bullets actually killed the damned things instead of sealing them away God knows where."

"Indeed." The other man replied walking over to me despite my cringing away. "How long have you been in this form?"

"This form? You mean asleep?" I asked dumbly.

Dante leaned against the wall and watched us in mild interest.

"You believe this is all a dream? With intelligence like yours I'm surprised you've lived this long." The man remarked coldly.

I opened my mouth to respond but he beat me to it.

"When were you first attacked?"

I frowned. I wanted to say "how in the hell should I know?" but that would most likely result in another insult and later with a blade pressed against my throat. I sighed. "About twenty minutes ago I guess."

"Hn." He glanced at the other man "You need to-"

"Yeah, yeah bring her back to her body before something gets into it and starts walking around." Dante said nonchalantly.

The other male frowned. "And while you're at it, perhaps you should discuss her moving. I do not plan on sharing a room with someone so incompetent."

'Incompetent?'

"Incompetent maybe, but I think you're really saying that cause you're awkward around women." Dante remarked pushing himself off the wall and walking over to the door.

"I'm fine with women, but little girls annoy me."

I glared at him. 'Little girl? We're practically the same age! This guy is such a di-'

"They annoy you because even they aren't that desperate!" Dante laughed motioning for me to get up. I slid off the bed and quickly walked over to Dante.

Before Dante could further provoke the blue clad male I pulled him out of the room.

"Thank you for that." I said in a low voice. "But he is definitely going to kill you."

Dante laughed. "He couldn't do that before we got into this mess!"

[A/n] Me:You're probably wondering 'okay authoress, where are you going with this cause it sure as hell doesn't seem like they're incubus' Well...you'll just have to wait and see. ) Also, I finished another chapter of DMC High School, but right now I'm still debating on how I want that chapter to end. o_O In other news, Devil May Awaken has not been updated in a VERY long time. *faints*

Vergil: *waves chocolate cake in front of me so I wake up*

Me: NOM! Eh-so DMA needs to be updated, and I certainly will get that done this week. ^_^ …oh my GAWD I love chocolate cake! X3 ANYWAY this story isn't quite how I pictured it…then again I summed up the story in four pages because it was just a random plot bunny that pictured silver haired bishies as incubus so…whatever.

I LOVE YOU GUYS, REVIEW AND I'LL GIVE YOU A PIECE OF THIS AMAZING CAKE! (I'm hyper. :D)