Hi everybody! This is my first fanfic to put on the web so help me out.
Just so you all know I have NOT finished the game yet but I more or less
know what happens. I DO NOT own Devil May Cry or Buffy: the Vampire
Slayer. If you hate it or you love it please let me know. Thank you and
enjoy!
CHAPTER 1
Buffy sighed as she twirled the stake in her hand. There had been no slaying for a week and she was way past being restless. As she headed towards the entrance to leave, she heard an odd clacking sound, like pieces of wood being hit together. She stood still and listened to the strange sound as it approached. Suddenly the sound was replaced by another. Buffy ducked as two daggers flew past where her head had just been.
She stood up, pulled out her wooden stake, and prepared for the attack. She nearly laughed out loud at what she saw. A man-sized wooden doll was limping its way towards her. She noticed that it had pulled out another pair of daggers. Buffy put her fists on her hips and asked, "What the heck are you supposed to be? Pinocchio?"
When the creature was within a few feet of her it leaned forward and screeched in her face. Buffy started to fall as the powerful wind blew past her but she found herself caught. String had become attached to her, impairing her movements. She had become the puppet!
Buffy tried to struggle as the doll glided up to her. The creature brought its dagger across to slash her but then its whole hand went flying after a bullet passed through it's joint.
The doll backed up quickly and looked around. Buffy suddenly fell to the ground as the strings that had held her up disappeared. She picked up the stake where it had fallen and brandished it like a sword. As she looked for the doll's weak-point, a sword tip appeared then disappeared in its belly. Buffy backed up as the owner of the sword leapt over the doll's head and brought the sword down with him. The man hacked and slashed at the doll until all of its parts were scattered on the ground.
Buffy gasped for air, not realizing that she had been holding her breath during the small battle. The man turned and walked toward her. He sheathed his sword behind his back then said, "Hey hot stuff. You okay?"
"Uh…Yeah. Thanks. You know I could have taken him on myself. I didn't need your help."
"Uh…huh. Whatever," the man turned to leave when Buffy noticed the blood pouring down his arm.
"Stop! You're hurt." She grabbed his other arm and pulled him back. We need to get that cleaned up. No telling what that thing's weapons had on them."
"I'm alright. It's just a scratch." He turned to leave again.
"No! I…I owe you something for helping me out back there."
The man looked into her eyes. His eyes widened for a split-second but he showed no other emotions. Buffy wasn't even sure she had seen that much.
"Alright. I'll come with you."
"Good. Come on. By the way, my name's Buffy. What's yours?"
The man turned to look at her as they exited the cemetery, the moonlight reflecting off his white hair. "Dante."
CHAPTER 1
Buffy sighed as she twirled the stake in her hand. There had been no slaying for a week and she was way past being restless. As she headed towards the entrance to leave, she heard an odd clacking sound, like pieces of wood being hit together. She stood still and listened to the strange sound as it approached. Suddenly the sound was replaced by another. Buffy ducked as two daggers flew past where her head had just been.
She stood up, pulled out her wooden stake, and prepared for the attack. She nearly laughed out loud at what she saw. A man-sized wooden doll was limping its way towards her. She noticed that it had pulled out another pair of daggers. Buffy put her fists on her hips and asked, "What the heck are you supposed to be? Pinocchio?"
When the creature was within a few feet of her it leaned forward and screeched in her face. Buffy started to fall as the powerful wind blew past her but she found herself caught. String had become attached to her, impairing her movements. She had become the puppet!
Buffy tried to struggle as the doll glided up to her. The creature brought its dagger across to slash her but then its whole hand went flying after a bullet passed through it's joint.
The doll backed up quickly and looked around. Buffy suddenly fell to the ground as the strings that had held her up disappeared. She picked up the stake where it had fallen and brandished it like a sword. As she looked for the doll's weak-point, a sword tip appeared then disappeared in its belly. Buffy backed up as the owner of the sword leapt over the doll's head and brought the sword down with him. The man hacked and slashed at the doll until all of its parts were scattered on the ground.
Buffy gasped for air, not realizing that she had been holding her breath during the small battle. The man turned and walked toward her. He sheathed his sword behind his back then said, "Hey hot stuff. You okay?"
"Uh…Yeah. Thanks. You know I could have taken him on myself. I didn't need your help."
"Uh…huh. Whatever," the man turned to leave when Buffy noticed the blood pouring down his arm.
"Stop! You're hurt." She grabbed his other arm and pulled him back. We need to get that cleaned up. No telling what that thing's weapons had on them."
"I'm alright. It's just a scratch." He turned to leave again.
"No! I…I owe you something for helping me out back there."
The man looked into her eyes. His eyes widened for a split-second but he showed no other emotions. Buffy wasn't even sure she had seen that much.
"Alright. I'll come with you."
"Good. Come on. By the way, my name's Buffy. What's yours?"
The man turned to look at her as they exited the cemetery, the moonlight reflecting off his white hair. "Dante."