It was a cold, wet night. The raindrops thudded off the pavement, bouncing a few inches off the ground as countless people ran forshelter. A young couple who appeared to be in their early twenties were running for the shelter of an abandoned warehouse. The female held her hands above her head in a vain attempt to keep herself dry, but the man payed no attention to the torrential downpour.
The old warehouse had been empty for decades, and a countless number of rats, spiders and God knows what else had made their home in its dusty walls.
"Wow, this place is huge!" The girl, who was called Jane, exclaimed. "Anthony, how did you know about this place? I've lived here all my life and have never even heard about it!" Anthony smiled and shrugged.
"My grandfather used to work here. Very briefly," he explained. Jane ran her fingers along the wall and they came away black with countless years' worth of dirt. The interior of the warehouse seemed to be much larger than the exterior suggested. There were still crates piled up against the back wall and broken, rotting beams lay on the floor below the battered roof. There were countless holes in the ceiling, leaking rainwater onto the dusty floor. She couldn't see what was on the upper floor as it was hidden by a veil of darkness. Every few seconds, the room was illuminated by a flash of lightning and the couple could see rats scurrying across the floor for a place to hide.
"It's not the Hilton, but it'll do," Jane smiled. Unfortunately, the filthy surroundings had put her off doing what she had hoped they would do. She never usually went the full way on the first date, but she had a feeling about Anthony. A cloud passed, causing a small shaft of moonlight to stream in through one of the many windows. She couldn't help noticing a flicker of pain in Anthony's eyes as the moonlight lit up his face. Was it just her, or did he have more stubble than he had when she had met him? She shrugged off the thought as another cloud passed over the moon, blocking its light.
"Hey, can we go now...I booked a table for ten, and it's ten to," Jane said. She was starting to feel a bit uneasy in Anthony's presence.
"No, wait...I need to feed a few friends," was his reply. Jane looked at him, confused and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to turn around. She screamed and backed off a few steps when she saw his face. His once-kind eyes now stung with bitter coldness and sweat was pouring down his face, despite the low temperature. She backed off a few more steps, only to bump in to someone. Or something. She turned around, panicking and tried to kick the person away, but he grabbed her and threw her against a wall. Dazed, Jane tried to stand up, but her legs wouldn't obey her. She looked up, trying to find somewhere to hide, only to find that another man had already joined Anthony and the stranger. The new man looked at her and his eyes turned jet black. And she was sure that it wasn't just her this time, because his teeth started to elongate and hair was sprouting on his face, completely disguising his human face. Clothes started to tear and bones began to crack and reshape as the man shed his human disguise. Before long, the man had disappeared, and in his place stood a creature that looked like a cross between a man and a wolf. Jane screamed as the creature started towards her with incredible speed. She closed her eyes, waiting for its teeth to sink into her skin, but it never happened. That was when she heard the gunshots. She opened her eys, wondering what had happened and was relieved to see that the creature was gone and the man had returned, lying naked, face down on the floor in a pool of his own blood. His back was riddled with bullet holes. The other men were confused, and looked around for the slayer of their fellow werewolf when their eyes fell upon a dark figure standing in front of the window on the opposite side of the warehouse. Another flash of lightning revealed the figure as a man in his late twenties, completely dressed in red and pointing a smoking gun at the corpse that lay on the floor.
"Sparda! Get him!" Anthony yelled, and the other stranger shed his human form, leaping at the window, only to hit splintered wood. The werewolf looked around, confused and snifing the air. He could smell nothing, only the fear of the young mortal girl. It leapt back down to ground level and surveyed the top floor. Nothing. Their guest had seemingly vanished into thin air. It growled one last time, signalling to Anthony that he had gone when a searing pain tore through its chest. It looked down to see the tip of a silver dagger protruding from its chest. It gave one last pitiful howl before falling to the floor as a bloodied, battered human corpse. Anthony looked at the man as he wiped the dagger on his leg and placed it back into its sheath.
"Hello," he said, smiling at the fear of the other man. It was obvious that he was a relatively new werewolf as he seemed to fear Changing. "My name is Dante." Dante laughed as the other man whimpered and tried to step backwards but tripped over an rotting beam. Dante casually walked up to the terrified man and placed a foot on his chest, pointing a white gun at his head.
"Are you scared?" He asked. Anthony nodded sheepishly, not taking his eyes off the Devil Hunter. "Good. Now I want you to go and tell all of your carnivorous friends about me, and tell them to think twice before preying on innocent humans. And remember this...I'll be watching. Always." Dante holstered his gun and turned around to see to the girl when he heard a growl form behind him. He spun around just in time to see a fully-grown werewolf soaring through the air towards him. He sighed and pulled out his guns, shooting at the creature until it was no more.
"Stupid animal," he muttered. He heard another whimper behind him, this time feminine. He saw the girl cowering in a corner and made his way over to her.
"Please don't hurt me!" She begged. Dante smiled and held out his hand.
"I'm not going to, miss. Are you alright?" He replied. She looked at his hand, debating whether to take it or not. In the end, she reached up and took it and he helped her up.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Who are you?" She asked, wanting to know who to thank for saving her life.
"My name is Dante, and that's all you need to know. I need you to make me a promise. You have to promise me that you won't tell anyone what happened here tonight. If you do, more of them will come after you. At least this way they will think that I killed them just for being werewolves," he said. He lost Jane back at his name, and she looked at him in confusion. Werewolves? They didn't exist, they were jsut part of mythological tales. Weren't they? Trying not to look too dumb, she nodded.
"Ok," she told him, making her way out into the cold night.
'Another job done,' Dante thought. A few hours ago, a suspicious barman had rang him and asked him to check it out. It was lucky that the barman had been an old friend, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered investigating it. He knew that Trish was looking forward to their first free night in weeks. He didn't like disappointing her, but work was work and lives depended on it.
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," he said aloud. He dreaded to think what she would do to him when he got back. Maybe there was still enough time to make it up to her.
A sudden crack behind him made him turn around, weapons drawn. A figure stood up on the floor above him, moving back into the shadows when he saw it. He cast a last suspicious glance at the shadows before shrugging and leaving the warehouse.
Up amongst the boxes and crates, eyes watched him leave. Demon eyes.
Trish closed her eyes as the bedroom door opened and closed. She knew who it was and, for once, she wished that it was someone else. She heard the floorboards creak as he made his way around the other side of the bed. She shut her eyes tighter as she heard his clothes and weapons fall to the floor with a thud and tried not to move when she felt him climb into bed beside her. She waited for it and, sure enough, the covers disappeared, leaving her shivering on the end of the bed. A few seconds later she felt a muscular arm wrap around her waist from behind and the familiar smell of aftershave, tainted a little by the smell of animals this time, invaded her nostrils.
"Cold?" Dante asked.
"Not until you came in," she replied, not bothering to open her eyes. "What took you so long, and why do you smell like a dog?"
"Well, tailing a werewolf is no easy job. Neither is wrestling with one," he replied, kissng her on the cheek. She didn't respond, not even with a smile.
"Why did you go out tonight?" She asked. Dante sighed.
"You know fine well why," he replied. "It's my job to help people out with demon problems."
"Last I checked, werewolves weren't demons." Dante sighed again. There was no getting round her this time, that he knew for sure. He smiled and started to kiss her neck. 'Let's just get straight to the point,' he decided.
"Well, I'm here now, so let's have some fun," he told her, sliding his hand up her stomach.
"Dante! It's one in the morning! I'm tired!" She complained. "Maybe if you had been in earlier I would have taken you up on that offer."
She turned around and kissed him gently on the lips, giving him a reminder of what he passed up on.
"Goodnight," she said.
"Trish...those werewolves though, they were able to change at will. The moon didn't seem to affect them," he said, trying to mix a little business with pleasure. "And...someone, or something was watching me." Trish laughed.
"Dante, why would anyone want to watch you? You were probably just imagining things. Maybe because you are tired, so get some rest, I might have forgiven you by tomorrow." Dante replaced his arm around her waist and closed his eyes. Who was watching him? And what did they want?
AN - Well, my first Devil May Cry fic. Please tell me what you think, and whether or not I should continue. If you have any suggestions for characters or storylines, they will be greatly appreciated because I am known to scrap an idea if I begin to have doubts about it. Thanks.