Devil May Cry - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Devil Prince ❯ Little Things ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: JenFoxworth 
Dante is somewhat understanding to Jen.
Non Anime: Devil May Cry - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.24.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 146 | Status: Work In Progress
Dante is somewhat understanding to Jen.
Non Anime: Devil May Cry - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.24.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 146 | Status: Work In Progress
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The demon princess ran as hard as she could, even though she knew that the hunter was probably faster then her. She didn’t dare look back, even a glance would distract her and slow her down.
Jen could hear his footsteps behind her, any moment and Dante would catch her. Nearly tripping over the rough road, she turned and went down an alleyway. It was blocked of course and she ran up the side of it, doing a flip over the hunter’s head and landing on the other side of him. Instead of leaving the alleyway though, she grabbed the ladder to the dilapidated fire escape and began to climb as fast as she could.
Her demon blood fueled her, giving her the speed she needed as his sword nipped her pants. The son of Sparda followed her. Reaching the rooftop, she fell to her knees as bullets from Ebony tore into her left leg. Moving to get up, Jen was forced back down as he stepped down onto her spine, holding her still.
“Giving me a good chase hunh? Nice try.” He kicked her over onto her back, and the princess found the tip of Rebellion touching her nose. Dante raised the weapon up so that his swing would have more force, and she rolled to the side as he brought it down.
“Please, stop! I’m not like them!” Jen screamed at him. It came down again, but stopped just inches from her neck. “Please… Please don’t….” She whimpered. Her strong side had gone from her, fear was the only thing she could feel now, and he could see it in her eyes.
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“So, you’re saying I shouldn’t kill you because you’re like me? That doesn’t change the fact that you’re a demon princess.” The devil hunter told her. The two half-bloods were sitting on the edge of the building, watching the sun go down. Dante had let her relax more, and was watching her carefully to make sure she wasn’t making any movements to escape. He just stood there, his hands on his hips.
“I can’t help what I am. Though I am… more… then that… As you can’t either.” Jen said quietly, staring at the last rays of light that were disappearing.
“Even as you are, you cannot understand, yet. I hear him…” She closed her eyes as she said this, a dark smile coming onto her face. “He’s always calling. You’re brother tried to use me as bait to lure him into a fight, but the filthy King has no love, so when it failed, I was to blame. And I suffered for it.” Dante stared at her, trying to force down the pity that was filling his senses.
‘She’s nothing but a demon… Nothing… Damn, I sound like a racist or something…’ The hunter thought. “Well, Vergil… Does that. He wants to open Hell and let demons run free. Attack humans as they please.” The taller devil stared at her, and as she turned away, he caught a glimpse of tears on her face. There was a strange silence, and then without even thinking about what he was doing, Dante began gently running his fingers through her long, dark hair.
“Just a minute ago you were prepared to murder me, and now you’re trying to make me feel better?” The princess said without even moving, but her tone had become less fearful. It was then that he saw what he had done, and he paused for a moment, then continued.
“Yeah, it’s strange isn’t it?” The hunter muttered. “So, do you have anywhere to stay?” Jen rubbed her face, trying to mask her sadness before turning to him. “No. I never have had a real place to stay. I wander. Most bars are open all night anyway.” For the first time, Dante smiled at her, and shook his head pityingly. **********************
“You can stay with me for a while. Hmph, having a welcome demon in here, now that’s strange. So, what exactly was Vergil doing to you?” The man asked her as they walked back into his shop. Once again, the princess was quiet and wouldn’t answer him. “Bothered you that much, hunh? Well, it’s not like he raped you or anything, did he?” She still didn’t say anything, though he could sense her tense up at this. Guess asking her too many questions isn’t a good idea, he thought. “You wanna beer?”
Jen shook her head and sat down on his couch, looking tired. “Well, you can have the couch again, unless you want the bed.”
“This is fine.” She said without looking at him. Dante walked slowly up the stairs, hoping she wasn’t going to run again. ‘Hell, she’s still wearing my clothes, she’s got no where else to go, and I understand her, she should stay.’ He thought to himself as he passed out on his bed. **********************
This time when he got up, he heard a crashing noise downstairs. ‘Vergil!’ He thought with alarm. Within seconds he was downstairs, his Ebony and Ivory ready in each hand. The room appeared empty for a minute, then the girl stepped out from the bathroom. She wasn’t wearing his clothes anymore, in fact, he found her new outfit rather sexy. It was slightly similar to his, but had its own style in a way. The leather jacket looked like his, except it was jet black, and it looked brand new, not that his looked bad but…
She had black jeans on, that were so baggy at the ankles they covered the heels of her sneakers. Her shirt was a dark purple and was so tight that when she moved it would show small amounts of her belly at times.
“Where’d you get those, and where’d mine go?” Dante asked her, his eyes drifting below her neckline. She noticed and turned her back to him, her face turning a light shade of red.
“I… Can use my powers, a bit differently then most demons. I kind of turned yours into my own style. Sorry… They didn’t fit, remember?” She explained. ‘He keeps staring, maybe I should have changed it to be less… Well, never mind, what’s done is done.’ He smiled again, a bit of a smirk this time.
“All to our own then, hunh? Looks nice though.” He walked past her, expecting her to flinch, but she stood firm and glared back at him. The hunter was only a few feet from her as he picked his own jacket off the coat rack, but he didn’t put it on. Facing her instead, he narrowed his eyes strangely. “You hungry or anything?” Dante asked her, stepping up to her. “A little.” She muttered. Jen stared at him, starting to get a strange feeling looking at him.
She had seen him without his shirt before, but it had been when she hadn’t trusted him. Now… He put his hand under her chin, and his smirk broadened a bit. Without another word, he slung his jacket on, and trotted to the door. “Oh yeah,” He said just before closing it, “There’s some money for some pizza on the table, and the number. Be back tonight.”**********************
Dante spent the day/night chasing down demons as usual, and forgot about the girl at his house. By the time he returned it was already past twelve o’ clock, and it had snowed. Not having been dressed for the occasion he was covered in it. He stomped in, shaking it off and shivering.
“It snowed pretty hard, didn’t it?” Dante looked up to see Jen sitting on his couch, a blanket wrapped around her. “I would say so, yeah!” He said irritably, turning on the heater.
The devil pulled his jacket off and threw it onto the rack, then kicked off his shoes. He started taking off his pants, then, glancing at the girl, buttoned them back up and went into the bathroom. ‘At least he’s being considerate of me.’ She thought, then berated herself for thinking that she wouldn’t care if he had taken them off in front of her. Dante came out a couple minutes later, wearing just a clean pair of pants. Jen threw her blanket at him as he went to go past her.
“You’re cold.” She muttered as he sat down next to her.
“And you’re not?” He asked, his angry tone seeping away.
“Yes.” The man seemed to think for a minute, then noticed that she had hung her jacket up on the rack as well, and it was also covered in snow. “Where did you go?” He asked.
“Does it matter?” She replied. He thought again, then instead of putting the blanket around his own shoulders, he shared it. The princess moved a little bit closer to him instinctively, and he pulled her even nearer and wrapped it around them both. Jen looked up into his ice-blue eyes, and saw a lovingly bright spark in them. Her hands moved to his chest as he leaned down and let their lips brush.
“Why? Why me?” She asked, closing her eyes. His own hands went to her waist and began slipping under her clothes, gently rubbing her skin.
“Because, you’re like me.” His finger-tips played against her spine. “You understand.” Jen opened her eyes again and he smiled at her.
“Yes…” She whispered, and he forced their lips together, finally expressing his burning passion. His kiss was powerful and deep, demanding her full attention. The devil laid her down on her back as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, his lower body already beginning to hump against her hips. She seemed surprised at first, but then welcomed it by moving a hand to the front of his pants and beginning to unbutton them. Dante kissed her harder, his lips moving to her neck, and then her collar bone as he pulled off her shirt. The princess began moaning and gasping just moments later, lost in his world and the craft of his love.**********************
Dante awoke on the floor next the couch, alone. He still had the blanket around him, and when he stood up, he noticed that Jen’s coat was gone from the rack, and her clothes were picked up. The devil picked his pants up off the floor and pulled them on. Moving the curtains and glancing outside, he saw that the snowstorm was now a heavy blizzard.
“She went out in this?! Stupid.” He muttered to himself, pulling on a thick shirt to help keep himself warm. There was a loud clanking noise, and the heater died. Dante glared at it, then shook his head and grabbed his jacket.
The demon princess ran as hard as she could, even though she knew that the hunter was probably faster then her. She didn’t dare look back, even a glance would distract her and slow her down.
Jen could hear his footsteps behind her, any moment and Dante would catch her. Nearly tripping over the rough road, she turned and went down an alleyway. It was blocked of course and she ran up the side of it, doing a flip over the hunter’s head and landing on the other side of him. Instead of leaving the alleyway though, she grabbed the ladder to the dilapidated fire escape and began to climb as fast as she could.
Her demon blood fueled her, giving her the speed she needed as his sword nipped her pants. The son of Sparda followed her. Reaching the rooftop, she fell to her knees as bullets from Ebony tore into her left leg. Moving to get up, Jen was forced back down as he stepped down onto her spine, holding her still.
“Giving me a good chase hunh? Nice try.” He kicked her over onto her back, and the princess found the tip of Rebellion touching her nose. Dante raised the weapon up so that his swing would have more force, and she rolled to the side as he brought it down.
“Please, stop! I’m not like them!” Jen screamed at him. It came down again, but stopped just inches from her neck. “Please… Please don’t….” She whimpered. Her strong side had gone from her, fear was the only thing she could feel now, and he could see it in her eyes.
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“So, you’re saying I shouldn’t kill you because you’re like me? That doesn’t change the fact that you’re a demon princess.” The devil hunter told her. The two half-bloods were sitting on the edge of the building, watching the sun go down. Dante had let her relax more, and was watching her carefully to make sure she wasn’t making any movements to escape. He just stood there, his hands on his hips.
“I can’t help what I am. Though I am… more… then that… As you can’t either.” Jen said quietly, staring at the last rays of light that were disappearing.
“Even as you are, you cannot understand, yet. I hear him…” She closed her eyes as she said this, a dark smile coming onto her face. “He’s always calling. You’re brother tried to use me as bait to lure him into a fight, but the filthy King has no love, so when it failed, I was to blame. And I suffered for it.” Dante stared at her, trying to force down the pity that was filling his senses.
‘She’s nothing but a demon… Nothing… Damn, I sound like a racist or something…’ The hunter thought. “Well, Vergil… Does that. He wants to open Hell and let demons run free. Attack humans as they please.” The taller devil stared at her, and as she turned away, he caught a glimpse of tears on her face. There was a strange silence, and then without even thinking about what he was doing, Dante began gently running his fingers through her long, dark hair.
“Just a minute ago you were prepared to murder me, and now you’re trying to make me feel better?” The princess said without even moving, but her tone had become less fearful. It was then that he saw what he had done, and he paused for a moment, then continued.
“Yeah, it’s strange isn’t it?” The hunter muttered. “So, do you have anywhere to stay?” Jen rubbed her face, trying to mask her sadness before turning to him. “No. I never have had a real place to stay. I wander. Most bars are open all night anyway.” For the first time, Dante smiled at her, and shook his head pityingly. **********************
“You can stay with me for a while. Hmph, having a welcome demon in here, now that’s strange. So, what exactly was Vergil doing to you?” The man asked her as they walked back into his shop. Once again, the princess was quiet and wouldn’t answer him. “Bothered you that much, hunh? Well, it’s not like he raped you or anything, did he?” She still didn’t say anything, though he could sense her tense up at this. Guess asking her too many questions isn’t a good idea, he thought. “You wanna beer?”
Jen shook her head and sat down on his couch, looking tired. “Well, you can have the couch again, unless you want the bed.”
“This is fine.” She said without looking at him. Dante walked slowly up the stairs, hoping she wasn’t going to run again. ‘Hell, she’s still wearing my clothes, she’s got no where else to go, and I understand her, she should stay.’ He thought to himself as he passed out on his bed. **********************
This time when he got up, he heard a crashing noise downstairs. ‘Vergil!’ He thought with alarm. Within seconds he was downstairs, his Ebony and Ivory ready in each hand. The room appeared empty for a minute, then the girl stepped out from the bathroom. She wasn’t wearing his clothes anymore, in fact, he found her new outfit rather sexy. It was slightly similar to his, but had its own style in a way. The leather jacket looked like his, except it was jet black, and it looked brand new, not that his looked bad but…
She had black jeans on, that were so baggy at the ankles they covered the heels of her sneakers. Her shirt was a dark purple and was so tight that when she moved it would show small amounts of her belly at times.
“Where’d you get those, and where’d mine go?” Dante asked her, his eyes drifting below her neckline. She noticed and turned her back to him, her face turning a light shade of red.
“I… Can use my powers, a bit differently then most demons. I kind of turned yours into my own style. Sorry… They didn’t fit, remember?” She explained. ‘He keeps staring, maybe I should have changed it to be less… Well, never mind, what’s done is done.’ He smiled again, a bit of a smirk this time.
“All to our own then, hunh? Looks nice though.” He walked past her, expecting her to flinch, but she stood firm and glared back at him. The hunter was only a few feet from her as he picked his own jacket off the coat rack, but he didn’t put it on. Facing her instead, he narrowed his eyes strangely. “You hungry or anything?” Dante asked her, stepping up to her. “A little.” She muttered. Jen stared at him, starting to get a strange feeling looking at him.
She had seen him without his shirt before, but it had been when she hadn’t trusted him. Now… He put his hand under her chin, and his smirk broadened a bit. Without another word, he slung his jacket on, and trotted to the door. “Oh yeah,” He said just before closing it, “There’s some money for some pizza on the table, and the number. Be back tonight.”**********************
Dante spent the day/night chasing down demons as usual, and forgot about the girl at his house. By the time he returned it was already past twelve o’ clock, and it had snowed. Not having been dressed for the occasion he was covered in it. He stomped in, shaking it off and shivering.
“It snowed pretty hard, didn’t it?” Dante looked up to see Jen sitting on his couch, a blanket wrapped around her. “I would say so, yeah!” He said irritably, turning on the heater.
The devil pulled his jacket off and threw it onto the rack, then kicked off his shoes. He started taking off his pants, then, glancing at the girl, buttoned them back up and went into the bathroom. ‘At least he’s being considerate of me.’ She thought, then berated herself for thinking that she wouldn’t care if he had taken them off in front of her. Dante came out a couple minutes later, wearing just a clean pair of pants. Jen threw her blanket at him as he went to go past her.
“You’re cold.” She muttered as he sat down next to her.
“And you’re not?” He asked, his angry tone seeping away.
“Yes.” The man seemed to think for a minute, then noticed that she had hung her jacket up on the rack as well, and it was also covered in snow. “Where did you go?” He asked.
“Does it matter?” She replied. He thought again, then instead of putting the blanket around his own shoulders, he shared it. The princess moved a little bit closer to him instinctively, and he pulled her even nearer and wrapped it around them both. Jen looked up into his ice-blue eyes, and saw a lovingly bright spark in them. Her hands moved to his chest as he leaned down and let their lips brush.
“Why? Why me?” She asked, closing her eyes. His own hands went to her waist and began slipping under her clothes, gently rubbing her skin.
“Because, you’re like me.” His finger-tips played against her spine. “You understand.” Jen opened her eyes again and he smiled at her.
“Yes…” She whispered, and he forced their lips together, finally expressing his burning passion. His kiss was powerful and deep, demanding her full attention. The devil laid her down on her back as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, his lower body already beginning to hump against her hips. She seemed surprised at first, but then welcomed it by moving a hand to the front of his pants and beginning to unbutton them. Dante kissed her harder, his lips moving to her neck, and then her collar bone as he pulled off her shirt. The princess began moaning and gasping just moments later, lost in his world and the craft of his love.**********************
Dante awoke on the floor next the couch, alone. He still had the blanket around him, and when he stood up, he noticed that Jen’s coat was gone from the rack, and her clothes were picked up. The devil picked his pants up off the floor and pulled them on. Moving the curtains and glancing outside, he saw that the snowstorm was now a heavy blizzard.
“She went out in this?! Stupid.” He muttered to himself, pulling on a thick shirt to help keep himself warm. There was a loud clanking noise, and the heater died. Dante glared at it, then shook his head and grabbed his jacket.