Kireiko - We are so happy that you like the story, and hope you keep reading as we go! This only proves to get darker and darker..LOL

SaiAsianMaki - Thanks for reading...read on and you will find out what Dante did.. :) He's been a bad, bad boy!

Sanctuary of Darkness - HAHA Dante IS a cocky bastard isn't he...and it just gets worse from here on... :)

Seeker - I love that you are reading this! I hope you find this chapter as hot as I got writing it...I need to dab my forehad with a towel after this one...

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Dante stood from the floor, slowly walking over to his cell door, and running his hands down the rust covered bars. The movement caused tiny flakes of dirt and rust to drift onto his foot, and the surrounding area.

As Abaddon watched him, he saw Dante reach into his coat pocket, taking out a small, delicate gold necklace. On the end of it hung a tiny heart.

Dante continued to stare at it, swinging it back and forth, before gripping it tightly in his dirty palm, and shoving it back into his pocket.

He took a deep breath. "I'd like to tell you I remember all of what happened..." He hung his head low. "But I don't"

Abaddon had gotten a pad of paper and a pencil out, as if to take notes. "What do you mean...you don't?.." He eyed Dante curiously.

"There are certain parts of that night, that I can remember clearly, as I speak to you now." He gripped one of the cell bars tighter. "But others that I only have flashes of...almost like a horrific nightmare."

"Then why don't you start from the begining, and tell me what you DO remember?" Abaddon got his pencil ready to write.

Dante's normally sky blue eyes turned to a stormy gray as the memories began to flood his vision.

--FLASHBACK--

The night sky was veiled under a cloak of gray. Drops of rain mixed with ice, tumbled from the sky like the tears of fallen angel, an omen of the snow storm to come.

The doors of a seedy bar were flung open, spewing a large man , out onto the slushy street.

An obese man appeared in the doors of the bar. "And don't fucking come back here, ya damn crazy drunk!" He then shut the doors behind him, with a loud slam.

Dante picked himself off of the ground, yelling back at the man. "Fine asshole! See if I spend my money here again!" He got up groggily, wiping water and dirt off of his read trench coat. He was about to turn around and leave when he decided to add.."Your gonna get a bill from my dry cleaner for this shit!"

Dante began to walk down the dimly lit street in the city's red light district, before seeing another potential place to drink and search for the target he was hunting.

As he opened the door, he couldn't help but think to himself. "Man these bars just keep getting shittier and shittier..."

The door closed loudly behind him, causing everyone in the bar to stop what they were doing, and stare at the large man.

Dante ignored them, walking to the very back of the place, before slumping into a dark booth. Several seconds later, the bar seemed to forget about him, and became loud once again.

"Can I get you something to drink sweety?" A skinny red haired girl with green eyes approached Dante, dressed in a skimpy black leather dress, and thigh high leather boots.

"Vodka." Dante was in no mood for talking to anyone, not even an easy score.

"Thats all?" She set down her tray, straddling Dante's knee. She began to run her fingers over his muscular chest, running then under the flaps of his coat, before feeling the outline of a gun, and quickly drawing it back.

Dante grabbed her wrist tightly, staring devilishly at her. "Yeah...that's all toots..."

She took her hand in her own rubbing it, before heading to the bar for his drink.

As Dante sat there, thumbing the edge of a glass ashtray, he had the distinct feeling that he was being watched. He shifted his eyes all around him, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

He shifted his vision over to the bar, wondering where the hell his drink was, when he saw the waitress talking to someone. It was extremely dark, so he couldn't make out any features of the stranger, save that he was very tall.

He observed as the man handed his waitress something, pointing in Dante's direction, and then disappearing into the shadows.

The waitress garnished the edge of his drink with a lime, before putting it on a tray, and walking back to his table.

She placed a napkin down on the table, before setting his drink on top of it.

Dante looked at her, smirking. "Why do you guys even bother with these little napkins in a crap whole like this?"

See looked confused, but then seemed to remember something. "Oh...a man told me to give you this." She handed him a small folded note.

Dante noticed a twenty dollar bill on her tray that hadn't been there before.

"Is that what he gave you to deliver this? Humph...it must be important for him to waste that much on you..."

She glared at him. "That'll be $4.50 asshole."

Dante reached into his jacket pocket, taking out his wallet. The waitress stood there, scratching her inner thigh, and looking uncomfortable.

He threw his drink back, before slamming it down onto the table and standing up. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a ten dollar bill.

"Here babe...keep the change." He threw it onto the tray casually, before pushing past her to leave. He then turned around one last time to face her, an annoyed look brewing in her eyes.

"And you might want to do something about that little itch ya got...they DO make a cream for that now..." He laughed to himself before leaving her standing there, an enraged look in her eyes.

He walked outside of the dive, now realizing that the ice drops had turned into thick feathers of snow, floating down in the street lights. He found himself feeling at peace for the first time in years, when he remembered the note he had been given.

"Man, I gotta stop drinking tonight...the shit's goin' to my head." He reached into his pocket and unfolded the message.

"I know of the creature you seek. It can be found at the following address, after 3 a.m." The address was listed below.

"Well, I don't know who this is from, but it's the only damn lead I have at this point." Dante started sloshing down the street, dragging his feet as he walked. "Plus.." he thought to himself..."It's not that far from here..."

He stood alone, in the heavily falling snow, looking up at a large abandoned factory in the heart of the slums. He looked down at the note, and then back up at the building.

"What the fuck? Someone's got a wicked sense of humor or something, cause there's nothing here..." Just as he said that, he saw a metal door open, and a man and woman exit through it. The woman was obviously trashed, because the man was trying to keep her upright while he put her in his car. As soon as she was sitting up enough for him to shut the door, she slammed it and ran around to the drivers side, starting the engine, and driving off.

"Well, well, well...what do we have here?" Dante walked casually over to the door, knocking on it.

A small panel slid open revealing a pair of mascara lined eyes.

"You know the password?"

"What password?"

The panel slid shut.

Dante thought to himself for a moment, before smiling, and knocking again.

As the metal slid open, the same eyes greeted him again. "Look asshole...do you know the password or..."

The voice was cut short, looking at the glowing red eyes before it.

The sound of several bolts being unfastened, and a door creaking, were music to demon hunter's ears.

He walked inside, acting like he owned the place, when in actuality, he had no idea where he was. He smiled at the girl behind the door, completely dressed in leather, and wearing a spiked dog collar. "Remind me to give you a treat later ok babe?" The girl sneered at him, shutting the door behind him, and locking it.

The place was like nothing Dante had ever seen before in his life. Walking through the dance club, everything to him, seemed to move in slow motion.

Loud, thumping techno music invaded his ears, as he watched people of all races and sexes, clad in leather, or nothing at all, dancing around him. They moved as if they were caught up in some kind of trance, bobbing thier bodies up an down to the carnal beat. He stopped near a brick pillar, his brain pounding in overload, as he tried to take in all that was happening around him.

The walls of the club were lined with dark purple couches, and mirrored coffee tables. He turned his attention to a particular area where three girls danced naked around a heavy set gang banger, and several of his friends. He watched as one of the men took off his pants, forcing a dancing girl onto his lap. Dante watched as the man moved the girl up and down to the beat of the music, her face giving off a look of unreal pleasure, her body fully covered in a dragon tattoo. A pile of white powder was delivered to the table, and the man whom Dante assumed was in charge, stuck his finger into it, and then his mouth. He waited a minute before nodding, and the tray was set down before him. The girls seemed to go crazy, as they circled around it, waiting for their chance to get high.

Rolling his eyes, Dante shifted his gaze away, to the bar at the other end of the room, where he decided he would get a drink. As he made his way through the crowd, people next to him stopped dancing, and instead stared up at him. Dante just kept walking with a cocky confidence, until he reached the edge of the bar.

He had just walked up to it, when a beautiful woman dressed in a tight red leather dress, appeared beside him.

He eyed her up and down, before paying for his drink, and turning to face her.

"Heh pretty lady." His voice dripped with magnetism.

She picked up a wine glass in front of her, sipping it, before running a hand down his chest in a voluptuous way. "Well hello there yourself handsome..." Her voice was sweet and sultry, and seemed to intoxicate all of Dante's senses.

He didn't know why, but for some reason, he found himself unable to speak, as she grabbed his drink out his hand, setting it on the bar, and began to pull him to the dance floor, setting hers down on the way.

Suddenly, Dante found himself in the middle of a dark pack of people, dancing with an unholy demi goddess. She moved in front of his body in an up and down rythym, as if the music had been created just for her. A fog machine began to spray the dance floor, before covering it almost completely, making the club feel like a hellsih day dream. He caught a fleeting a glimpse of her, as red lights overhead began to flash in a frantic pattern.

He started to move slightly, caught up in the beat, using his hands to trace every inch of her curvacious body. She gazed at him with the intensity of a fever, sliding her arms and hands inside his coat, and all over his slick body, using her nails to dig into his back.

Dante let out a slight hiss at the sensation, growling in an animalistic way.

The woman began to grind her back perfectly into Dante, making him feel as though he was lost somewhere between heaven and hell. She then turned around so that she was facing him, and pulled his jacket down so that it was resting around his elbows, as he continued to explore every inch of her. She smiled evily as she saw that under his coat, he was wearing a gun harness, holding two large pistols. She made a mental note of this, in case she would need it later.

Just then, Dante grabbed her backside forcefully, pulling her up unto him, so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. He grinned at her. "You wanna dance babe?" He carried her over to a far wall, slamming her into it, and grinding against her to the beat. "Or do you wanna dance?..." His voice dripped with sexuality.

She felt her eyes roll back into her head, as Dante let his tounge dance with hers, his body grinding into her roughly, until she felt an amazing sensation sweep through her entire body, letting herself go, and screaming out in unnatural pleasure.

She let herself down off of him, cocking one eye up at the large buldge now gracing the front of Dante's leather pants, and drawing him back out to the floor.

They continued to dance until the beat changed, and she turned around to face him, still moving in a serpentine way. She pulled him down before whispering into his ear. "Wanna get a drink gorgeous?"

Dante stood stupified at the beauty, before nodding yes, and smirking. He pulled his coat back around his body, covering his weapons, before following her.

As the two reached the bar, Dante leaned against it, wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead, and into his white soaked hair, spiking it backwards, in one graceful movement.

She stared at him for a moment, looking like she had seen a ghost, but then seeing the strange look on his face, she quickly continued.

"You look like you could use a good time, my devil...and a drink."

He felt that something wasn't right at all with the situation, but scoffed it off, thinking it must be his imagination. "I might just agree to a little romp if I wasn't here on business babe. Besides, that taste I just gave you should be enough to get you by..." Dante signaled the bartender for a drink.

"Well..." She closed the gap between them. "Whoever said that you can't mix business with pleasure, forgot to tell me...and speaking of getting a taste..."

She moved her hand to the front of his pants, unzipping them and pushing her hand inside.

Dante stood there, hypnotized, feeling her hand moving up and down on him to the beat of the music, until he felt like he was about to explode. His head fell backwards, exposing his hardened jaw line. The woman, seeing this, decided to take advantage of the situation by standing on her tip toes, and running her tounge up it, taking time to play with his adam's apple. His head fell forwards once more, and not being in a rational state of mind, he grabbed the sides of her face, drawing her into a passionate, lustful kiss. She moaned in his mouth, as she continued to pump away at him, sending him over the edge with desire.

Then, as quickly as it had started, it stopped, as the woman drew herself away, zipping Dante's pants back up.

He looked at her like a love struck puppy, wanting more, as he reached out to touch her chest.

"Calm down there big guy. I just want to take you somewhere more private." She took his hand and led him to a side door, putting a key into a lock, and turning it.

Inside the room, was a large couch, and several bottles of liquour. She led Dante to the couch, seating him on it, before pouring her self a drink, and removing a small pouch from between her breasts, setting in on a table beside them.

He watched as she began to move sensually to the music, sipping on her drink, all the while maintaining eye contact with him. He knew it was wrong. He knew he should tell her to stop, but he felt as if he was paralyzed. She set her drink down, and moved closer, and closer to him, until she was between his legs, and began once again to unzip his pants, but this time with her mouth.

A small moan escaped Dante's mouth, as she began to undo his belt buckle, and pull his pants down, until they were laying loose around his boots.

She smiled at the demon hunter. "No underwear huh? I like that on a man...I don't prefer them either."

She sat him up, removing his red trench coat, so that all he had left on his glistening body, was his gun harness, strapped firmly around his chest. She began to unfasten it, when her hand was stopped by a grinning Dante.

"You can take off everything but that babe..." She stopped, instead crushing her mouth into his, and hiking her leather dress up. She straddled his lap, impaling herself on top of him, moving up and down in a slow rythmic pattern. She let out a loud moan, letting her head fall back, her long black hair swinging dangerously around her body, as she rode him methodically. She looked down at Dante, who had his eyes closed in pleasure, before grabbing her pouch off of the nearby table.

As Dante sat there, he couldn't remember the last time he had experienced such a feeling of surreal pleasure. He moved with her, putting his hands on her backside, forcing her down everytime she moved up. He felt himself getting close to a release, when suddenly, his feeling of pleasure was replaced with a sharp feeling of pain in his left forearm.

His eyes shot open, looking at the woman, as she injected him with a clear liquid, sending it spilling into his veins. He instantly jumped up, causing the woman to fall onto the floor on her back.

"What the fuck did you just do to me bitch?" He drew Ivory and held it in her face. "Tell me or I swear..."

She smiled like the succubus she was, at her victim, as he stopped in midsentence, holding his other hand to his head, and swaying slightly.

Dante felt like he was loosing his mind. He could no longer focus clearly on anything, including the woman, and fell against one of the walls, using it to support himself, and dropping his gun in the process.

She got up off the floor, and slid her dress back down, straightening it out.

Just then, Dante heard the door open and close. He could see the extremely blurry vision of a tall man, dressed in black, standing next to the woman.

"Is it done then?" The man wrapped his arm around the woman.

"Oh yes my love. The dosage of heroin I just injected him with, will ensure the perfect ending to your perfect plan."

The two continued to have a short conversation, but Dante was unable to make out anymore of what they were saying.

Dante sank to the floor, his eyes like giant black marbles, his mouth hanging open. He saw the blurs start to leave the room, and put his arm out in front of him, as if he wanted them to stop, but it was too late.

He was all alone now, in a strange dark place, with an overdose of drugs in his system. Dante let his head smack the wall behind him, and he drifted off into oblivion.

--End Flashback--

Abaddon stared at the man in front of him, looking like he was going to be sick. "You could of left the details out of the sex scene."

Dante, who was still facing out of the cell turned his head around, his white hair swaying with him. "Awh come on man...you know you liked it..." He ended the statment with one of his trademark grins. "At least I didn't mention how big..."

"THATS ENOUGH!...My god, you're detestable..." Abaddon rolled his eyes, continuing to take notes. "Please...go on then...and if there is more about your libido, I would apprecciate you leaving that out..."

Dante laughed slightly, turning around. "...I remember coming to sometime later. There was another woman in the room with me..."

--Flahback--

"Mister?...Heh Mister?"

Dante felt his body being moved back and forth roughly. He groggily opened his eyes, still unable to focus them at all.

"Damn man...you're fucked up aren't ya?" A girl wearing leather pants and a tight black tanktop was trying to help him sit up, only to have him fall back onto the floor everytime. "Well at least let me help you get dressed." She had a hard time pulling his brown leather pants back up to his waist, but finally got them fastened. "Wait here...I'll get my boyfriend to help you. He saw a blur leave the room, only a moment later to be reaplaced by two blurs.

"That him?"

"No Yan...the OTHER fucked up guy in the room..." The girl rolled her eyes.

"Awh, come on Felicity...that wounds me." As he smiled, she could see the tips of his long, white fangs.

"Just shut up, and help me sit this guy up." The two each took one of Dante's arms, and sat him back on the couch.

Dante just sat there, unmoving, as the two figures watched him. He couldn't make them out, but for some reason they appeared to look like demons.

"So...what are we supposed to do with him?" Dante felt a kick to his leg, and groaned.

"Jesus Yan...you don't have to kick him. He's messed up enough already..." The girl sat next to Dante, brushing a strand of white hair out of his face.

"Sorry babe...I just thought he might be dead."

"Well he obviously isn't..." She continued to sit with him, stroking his hair.

"Check his wallet or something...who is he?" Yan began to light up a cigarette.

Felicity reached around his backside, until she felt what she believed to be a wallet. Yan snatched it from her hands before she could open it.

He flipped it open with one hand, while smoking with the other. "Dante. Thats the dudes name. And he has some fat cash in here...I say we take it..."

Felicity looked at Dante, who was sweating like crazy. "I don't know Yan..."

She looked up as Yan closed the door to the room, locking it. "Come on babe...I haven't had a decent meal in weeks...and this guy looks tasty..." He was no whining, which annoyed Felicity to no end.

"Dammit Yan...is that ALL you think about?" She stood with her hands on her hips.

Yan extended his arms to his sides. "Vampire..." He looked at her as if to say "Duh".

Unbenounced to them, Dante was begining to regain his sense of composure slighlty, allowing him to see and hear the scene before him. He looked down to the right of him, and saw Ivory's handle just barely sticking out of the bottom of the couch.

"Damn check this shit out!" Dante felt as Ebony was yanked from his other holster.

Yan held the gun outward at Dante. "This thing is the shit babe! No one's gonna mess with me now that I have this!"

Felicity just rolled her eyes once more. "Ok, you have his gun...NOW can we just go? I have bad feeling about this..."

"Chill out babe...I just want one bite..." Yan moved closer until Dante could feel a venomous breath on his neck. He turned to face the man, only to see a demon sitting on him, thirsty for his blood.

Dante suddenly snapped up, sending Yan flying into the oposite wall. The drugged demon hunter then reached for Ivory, and held it to Yan's head before he had a chance to aim Ebony.

"Damn man...chill the hell out bro..." Dante watched the demon as it begged in a language he didn't understand, continuting to aim Ivory at it's head.

"I told you this was a bad idea you jackass..." Felicity was backing slowly into a dark corner.

"Can we fight about this later babe?" Yan started to aim Ebony at the demon slayer.

Dante quickly sent a hard kick into the demon, flipping Ebony out of it's hand and into his own. While holding Ivory on the fallen demon, he pointed Ebony at the other.

Dante seemed, to the two, to be in a world of his own. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THIS TO ME? WHO SENT YOU?"

"What the hell are you talking about man?" Yan was cowering on the floor, the barrel of Ivory pointed at his head.

Dante watched the demon as it spoke, unable to make out a word. "If you won't tell me, I'll just have to kill you..." He cocked the hammer back.

"NO MAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU CAN"T JUST..." A loud bang echoed throughout the small room,

Felicity let out a terrified scream, as she watched her boyfriend's brains leak out, staining the surrounding carpet.

Dante then turned, pointing both guns at her.

"Please..." She was crying like she never had before. "Please don't kill me... I'll give you anything you want...money?...sex?...just name it...Pl..."

Dante silenced what he saw as a demon, pulling both triggers simultaniously. "Shut up demon scum..."

--End Flashback--

Dante gripped the bars of the cell so hard, the rust dug into his hands, causing small cuts to appear. He rocked his body back and forth, mumbling to himself.

"She tried to help me...they weren't demons at all...oh my god...she tried to help me..."

"What was that Dante?" Abaddon looked at him questioningly.

Dante snapped out of his trance, shaking his head. "Nothing...it was...nothing." He turned to face his attorney. "Look...if it's all the damn same to you, would you mind if we picked this up again tommorow? My head is killing me."

Abaddon stood up, before packing a stack of papers back in his briefcase, and moving to exit the cell.

"Fine demon hunter...it's your funeral..." He motioned for a guard, who opened the door for him, and locking it quickly. Abaddon turned to face Dante.

"We WILL be picking this up again tommorow...just to let you know..." He turned around to leave before Dante heard him laugh.

"Sleep well, demon slayer..."