Warning: There is No Save File Data in Slot One

By: Aeroga

Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry, Capcom does. If I did… New!Dante wouldn't look like a chick.

Ownerships: I do, however, own the Emmerich family and whoever else you may not recognize.

Note: This is an AU to my other fic I Do Believe You Don't Exist Here. You don't have to read it to know what is going on in this fic. This one will be in the POV of Liam's older sister Florence. As for pairings, there will be none, well maybe NeroKyrie, if she shows up. But there will be OCVergil friendship and that's pretty much it, unless you guys would like otherwise.

I. Closet
(October 3rd)

"Now we've got a big big mess on our hands."

-The Academy Is

"Your brother can be a bit hard headed at times, y'know that?" My mother says into the phone. Honestly, I'm half asleep and I don't even really know what the purpose of her calling me at 12 in the morning is. Something about Liam playing video games all the damn time and not knowing when to go to sleep I think. "Are you listening to me?" She asks, in an annoyed tone.

I realize I'm dozing off and sit up quickly, wiping my eyes of sleep. "Yeah, I'm listening… kind of…" I reply. I shouldn't even be awake right now. I've got a Psych test to attend to tomorrow. I have to pass this test. If I don't I can kiss that credit goodbye as well as all the money I wasted on the class.

"No you're not," She groans in frustration, "You and your brother, I swear." I hear click on the other end of the phone. She's hung up on me. If I weren't so tired I might've been inclined to call her back and apologize, but right now, I really just don't care. I toss my phone somewhere on the bed and curl up underneath my blankets and pillows, not caring if I suffocate or not.

I awake the next morning to my cell phone ringing. I roll over and search the bed blindly for my phone. Eventually after a two rings I find it. It's my brother, Liam. He never calls me. And I mean never. He must want money or the world is about end or something. I hit answer and hold the phone to my ear. "What do you want, Liam?" I ask in a dry, scratchy voice.

"Florence!" He yells clearly distressed about something. "I-I think I may have gotten high or something last night…"

"And…this concerns me why?" I ask, not impressed.

"Is that your sister? Is she hot?" An unfamiliar voice says in the background.

"Shut up, you!" Liam snaps. He remains silent for a few seconds and I figure he's put his hand over the mouth piece. When he finally does speak again, he seems to be out of breath. "Flo… This is… gonna sound crazy- Don't you dare even say one word, heathen!" He screams.

I roll my eyes. I think I know where this is going. "Did you wake up in bed with a guy? If yes, I kind of figured you would be gay. It's okay. I won't tell mom unless you anger me."

"W-What! No! What the hell?" He screams so loud, that I'm forced to pull the phone away from my ear. "I woke up this morning and this… this game character was in my closet."

"Very funny, Liam," I laugh sarcastically, "Don't call this number back again unless you have something to say that isn't the result of whatever you're trippin' on." I say hanging up the phone, but not before he shouts "Wait".

I roll back into my original position.

God dammit. I have to get up for class soon. Ugh… Fuck this test. I don't want to go but I need to. I don't want to fail. I don't want to take Psych again.

Then suddenly, as I'm allowing myself to droop out of bed, I hear something move from within my closet. I immediately scramble to my feet and stare at my closet door wide eyed.

Oh my god. Oh my god. What the hell? What the hell? If this turns out to be like Paranormal Activity I will scream and I don't care who hears me.

"W-Who's there?" I ask, stupidly. Yeah right, like the ghost or whatever it is lurking in my closet is going respond. I reach over for my lamp and pull the cord out of the socket. I hold it in a batting position as I reach for the door knob belong to the closet. I take a deep breath and twist the knob.

The next thing I know the door is swing open, taking my hand with it. I hit into the edge of my bed, then drop the lamp to the ground, and hit into the wall before finally stopping. I fall onto my back and begin writhing in pain. "Ow!" I scream, holding my side. "Fuck you ghost, demon, or whatever the hell you are!" I open my eyes to see a tall shadowy figure towering over me. I quickly clamber to my feet and run towards my bedroom door screaming bloody murder.

I feel something grab my arm and pray that it's just a hand and not the jaws of some rabid animal that's been building out of dust. I let out a howl and turn around to face whatever it is.

Certainly not what I expected.

I know I shouldn't be saying this about someone who may be about to kill me, but this man is handsome. He has silvery white hair that is slicked back and bright aquamarine colored eyes. He's much bigger than me in both weight and height. He wears a long blue trench coat that has a strange ornate pattern all over it. Underneath the open coat he wears what appears to be a black body suit and had some kind of breastplate over his chest. In one hand he holds what looks like a samurai swords sheath that has a golden yellow ribbon falling from the hilt.

"Holy shit. Please don't cut me up into tiny pieces," I say trying to wiggle out of his grip. Damn, it's always the cute ones that turn out to be the killers. He doesn't say a word to me, but instead just watches me carefully.

Eventually I stop fighting to get out his grip and stare at him long and hard. He looks kind of familiar now that I think about it. But I don't remember where I've seen him…

Finally he lets my arm drop to my side.

"Who are you?" He asks, voice devoid of any emotion whatsoever.

"Who am I? Who the hell are you? You're the one that's in my damn house!" I yell, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

He just sighs deeply, "I'm Vergil," He scans the room for a few seconds before finally asking, "Where am I?"

"Well I don't know!" I throw my hands up frustration, "Not inside my house, of course! Surely you weren't hiding in my closet." The nerve of this guy!

"I don't think there's any reason to be screaming," He says calmly.

"Why not? For all I know you could be a rapist or a burglar!"

"I'm neither of those things."

I raise an eyebrow at him, "So you're here to murder me?" I slowly start backing away towards the door. I don't want to get murdered!

"Not here for that either…" He starts pacing around the room looking at my pictures of my family and I. He picks up the one that has my best friend Jordan and I giggling like psychopaths. How I miss that kid and his snide remarks. It's been boring in Georgia without him.

"Then what are you here for?" I ask, snatching the picture frame away from him and putting it back.

"I don't know…" He replies in a low voice, "I woke up in your closet. I didn't sneak into your house to just hide in your closet and scare you half to death either. This wasn't intentional."

I bite my lip and cross my arms. He seems to be telling the truth… but then again… he could be a sociopath or narcissist… And wait… Didn't Liam wake up with someone in his closet? Maybe he was telling the truth? I reach around the man called Vergil and grab my phone. As I'm calling him, he wanders to the other side of the room and begins studying whatever is in sight.

"Oh my god! Stay away from the damn refrigerator!" Liam yells, angrily, as he answer the phone, "Florence, what do you want? I'm in the middle of something very important. Make it quick."

"I have a question…" I reply, "Who exactly was the guy in your closet?"

"Oh, so now you care!" He snaps.

"Just answer the question, Liam."

"He's from the game I was playing last night called Devil May Cry," He explains, "And before you say my subconscious is making these delusions because I couldn't beat the final boss, I'm not hallucinating. He punched me Flo! Punched me! And it hurt!"

"By any chance is there a guy white hair and a blue coat in that game too?" I ask, eyeing the man walking about my room wearily.

"Yeah…? But how did you know that?" He breathes in disbelief.

"Is his name Vergil?"

"Yeah…"

"Liam, have you checked Quinn's closet yet?" I ask. All we needed was Quinn to wake up or get home from school to find someone in his room.

"Holy fuck! He's in your closet isn't he!" He yells. I hear ruffling noises coming from his end of the line. "I told you! Told you!"

"Shut up, Liam," I snap, "How do I get rid of him?" Vergil looks over at me for a brief moment and then returns to going through my music collection.

"I don't know. But I'm hoping they leave soon because he's eating whatever he can get his hands on in the re- Hey! Put the fucking pudding down or you and I are going to have a serious problem!" Liam yells.

"Mmmm, pudding," I hear the other person say.

"Florence, I've gotta go protect my pudding before I have blood on my hands," He swears heavily, before calming back down. "Oh, and Vergil… he shouldn't be too much of a problem to handle. He didn't talk much in the game so yeah… Just… Just make sure he doesn't kill anyo- Fuck you too, asshole!"

I hang up the phone and turn towards Vergil who is still looking at my CD's. He sits cross legged on the floor with his sword in his lap. Odd, I should say this, but he looks pretty content doing so.

And then I remember my test. I can't bring him with me. But if I leave him here… he might… destroy stuff and I certainly can't have that.

"Hey," I say sitting down on the floor next to him. He peers up from my Silent Hill 3 Soundtrack and looks at me as if I have just disturbed something sacred. "Okay then…" I scoot away from him. "Can I trust you not to destroy my apartment or anything in it?"

He looks back down at the CD, "I'm not a child."

"I'm gonna need a little more than 'I'm not a child', Vergil or whatever your name is," I frown, getting to my feet and crossing my arms.

He sighs and puts the CD down. "I promise not to destroy anything in or outside of your apartment."

"Pinky promise?"

He just stares at me.

"Guess not…" I shrug, heading over to the bathroom. "Well, I'm sure you know how to feed yourself, right? Just don't eat everything."

"I'm not a child."

"Yeah. Yeah. Like I haven't heard that before." I wave my hand dismissively at him.

"Yes, because I just said it."

I burry my face in my hands.

This isn't going to end well. I can already tell.

Aeroga: I think this came out okay. I wanted to try my hand at having a female protagonist since I don't think I've ever wrote a fic with one. Probably won't be as good as my other fic, but I don't care. I'll probably write this until my writer's block for my other fic clears. What would you like to see in this fic next? Vergil learning how to make Ramen Noodles? Vergil hyped up on Monster? Leave your suggestions

In your review.

Here's Florence's character profile.

Florence Holly Emmerich

Age: 21

Occupation: Psych Major in college/ Part time Waitress at Waffle House

Birthday: January 27th

Hair Color: Red (She's a ginger.)

Hair Style: Long, wavy, usually wears it in a high ponytail.

Eye Color: Brown (Wears glasses)

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 122lbs

Clothes: Likes wearing skinny jeans and hoodies. Most of the time in the cold weather she is seen wearing a bright red or yellow hoodie. She'll wear summer dresses but only when she absolutely has to. She, like her brother Liam, wears different colored converse.

Personality: Very straight forward, sometimes sarcastic, hardworking, and she can be shy at times.

Likes: Chicken flavored Ramen Noodles, kittens, stuffed animals, music, cupcakes, books, and horror movies/video games.

Dislikes: Being wrong, being lied to, strawberries (She's allergic to them), girls that act stupid because they think it's cute, watermelons, peas, and lots of other things.

Notes: She has freckles.

Next Chapter: Vergil tries to make ramen and fails.