Ok, I am back, with a new chapter, with a mystery guest, but I have a HUGE disclaimer, This guy belongs to Bustahead, big time, she made me promise a huge ass disclaimer, so get off my sack Bustahead, no I'm kidding Busta. Now I am gonna need your help my friends, the next chapter is with the gorgeous vampire Selene and her team of deathdealers, and I need four volunteers to make up a original vampire to be on the team, the reason why is because I am too lazy to make any up, but email me at my address. DO NOT leave it in the review, please. Well here you go kiddies! Oh one more disclaimer, I own nothing on DMC (I wish I did because I would make Dante stop aging and then wait till I was 18 in order to make him my slave) Ok I have a sick mind so sue me, no don't do that! I was only kidding.... (puppy eyes)
It was about 6am, and Trish was at her partner's desk, reading a book, when she heard someone walk in the door.
"So I see you've decided to come back. Where did you go?"
Dante had walked in the front door of Devil Never Cry, looking as if he came out of the wrong end of a bar fight, which in his case, he looked pissy and cranky as a teenage girl menstruating. Trish was at Dante's desk, reading her book. She didn't have to look up to see who it was. It was the reeking of alcohol and Dante's cheap ass cologne that made Trish realize the half breed had walked in.
"I was at the bar, dumping beer on my gashed hand, pissed off."
"What's your function?" the blonde devil replied in defense, throwing her book to the floor.
"Some asswipe thought he could buy Ebony and Ivory off me, and I repeatedly said no, then I told him to go screw himself, and THEN he had the nerve to throw a punch that hit me in the jaw, and it ended with me flooring it with him."
"I did of course, but he threw me across the room like three times. THEN he nearly broke the hand that Blade's sword sliced off. So he ended up with me breaking his nose, and almost breaking his arm. And you can see what mark his punch gave me, and my body is very numb" Dante explained, pointing to a reddish, bluish mark on the right side of his jaw, which one could see was healing slowly.
"Honey, you don't know what numb is until you've buffed the banana 10 times in one day" Trish replied, going to the kitchen for an ice pack.
Dante was stripping his jacket and holsters, and as soon as he heard her say that, he froze and cocked a silver brow, and said "What the hell does that mean?"
The blonde devil said nothing and came out with an ice pack and placed it against his jaw.
"So", Dante began, "Where'd that Blade dude go?"
"Oh, he left a little while ago. Said he'd be back with someone."
"Didn't say, he just said be armed and ready by 7am."
"I don't trust him Trish, he isn't really human."
Trish had finished fixing his jaw up, then stood up and walked to the couch and sat down, her feet propped up on the coffee table. "Oh he's human alright, but only by half. His other side, however, is not demon. It's vampire blood that runs through his veins."
Dante's eyes widened. He coughed something that sounded like "bullshit". Trish rolled her eyes and started to speak, but was interrupted by a male voice coming from the doorway. "Let me explain, friends." At the door was a young looking man, with jet black hair and handsome hazel eyes, and donned in black. He was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed.
"Well, well, well, lookie what we have here, Trish" Dante said, walking towards the stranger.
"Well, I guess this night has been full of surprises, wouldn't you say, Reiko?"
The vampire chuckled. Damn, it felt good to see the hunters. "Well, I suppose I should tell you why I am here."
"Yeah, that might help a bit" Dante answered, walking to and sitting in his big comfy chair.
"Well", Reiko began, "I heard there was some strange activity going on. Some kind of creatures are attacking vampires. And vampire hunters are not the ones attacking us. My friend, his name I cannot say, was attacked by this thing, but survived, I took him in to be protected and questioned, and I have contacted the family in London to find out what the hell is going on."
Trish looked dazed. Dante's eyes were wide open. "Okay then, if what you say is true my immortal friend, and believe me it better be, or else I will hunt you down and kill you slowly, if it is true, then is that why that Blade guy was here?" Dante asked, shifting the weight on his chair. Reiko continued. "I don't know who this Blade character you're talking about, but that might be the reason whoever Blade is, was here" Reiko explained, making himself at home on the couch next to Trish. "Well Reiko, thank you for the visit and for this little bit of information, it should help a lot" Trish said, shifting her weight towards the hazel eyed vampire. Reiko smiled, flashing his pearly white fangs. Trish gave him a quick hug, and Dante gave him a firm handshake.
"Now, friends, I bid you farewell" the vampire said, bowing his head and heading out the door. Trish and Dante exchanged glances and then burst into laughter.
After calming down a bit, Dante looked at the clock. 6:47am, Blade would be arriving, and there was nothing Dante would love more than putting one into the back of his head. The two hunters stood up from their seats and proceeded to ready themselves, dressing in their usual hunting attire. They were on the topic of shotgun ammo, when two people opened the front door and stepped in. Dante and Trish recognized the first person as Blade, but the second man behind them was very older, maybe 58 or so. He had shoulder length gray hair, a gray beard, and he was dressed in a black leather jacket, and grayish jeans, accompanied by black heavy duty worker's boots. On his right knee was a metal brace, placed there because apparently he had a critical knee condition. The older man was carrying a black and red duffel bag. Dante and Blade glared at each other angrily.
"Well, Blade, who is this?" Trish asked.
Blade turned to the old man and motioned for him to speak.
"The name's Whistler. Abraham Whistler. I'm Blade's friend and weapons specialist, and I don't need some piss and vinegar kid telling me what to do. Yeah I heard what Blade and your imitation gray haired ass were doing. You nearly killed each other!" the old man spat in a rough southern accent. Dante grinned. This Whistler guy was actually cool for an old man. And he didn't like old people. The platinum haired hunter rubbed his hand against the back of his neck. What the hell was he and his partner getting into? Well he didn't like it, but Reiko did say something was going on, and usually Reiko kept true to his word.
"So, where do you plan on taking us, Blade?" Dante asked curiously. Rising from his chair, Dante walked in front of Blade. They were only inches apart, and it looked liked they were sizing up. "To find the mothafuckas that are causing this shit, stupid" Blade answered, taking his shades off and tucking them inside his coat. Dante tried all he could to stop from unloading Ebony in his chest. Instead, he turned away, looking at Trish, who was looking anxious to go. "Well, I guess we'd better get going, huh Trish?" he said. Trish nodded to her partner, then to Blade and Whistler. Grabbing the Sparda sword of the shelf behind Dante's desk, Trish darted out the door, with Dante, Blade, and Whistler following.
Short, stupid, and reeeeeallly corny, I know. I lost my will to write for awhile, so I am feeling weak, but hopefully you peoples will help me get it together with numero four, that's IF you guys have any helping suggestions for lil old me, so um yeah. Well! I can say I feel older now, my birthday was on the 17th, I meant to update on my birthday, but I totally forgot! LikeohmygodIbrokeanail! Guess what? I got a detention for walking to the trash and throwing a piece of paper away! How corny! Well I make like you personality and split! Okeeey that was dumb, I know get off my sack. Bye!