Hello dear fans, ~Infernal Blossom here. I'm re-writing Those Green Eyes, so you'll be able to enjoy this more than you did the first time. Plus, I'm a much better write than I was when this story debuted two years ago, so you'll definitely be able to enjoy it more. Tell me what you think of the changes~!

~Infernal Blossom

Elenay City had certainly flourished a lot since Dante and Lady officially opened up Devil May Cry together when the two were just teenagers. Now, the city was booming with people, especially at nighttime. Many new clubs and bars had opened up, bringing in even more tourists and business than the city had ever seen. It was quite surprising to its residents to see such a boost in the city's economy and lifestyle. It was almost like Devil May Cry was a godsend for the citizens. And as everyone hoped, there were almost no demon uprisings, especially since Dante had returned from Fortuna. For once in his life, the demon slayer had a while to sit back and relax. But taking time to smell the roses wasn't Dante's style. He wanted action, any kind he could get his hands – or weapons – on. He would've been out on a job if his partners hadn't taken up all the available appointments. So he had nothing to but just sit in his office and look through one of the dirty magazines he'd looked through a thousand times before. He could try calling the ladies, but what were the chances of them answering him while on the job? Or he could clean his place, for once... Pfft. Yeah, right. What were the chances of THAT? And it wasn't like he was even able to get in contact with Nero; he'd been nearly MIA ever since moving in with Kyrie. Ah, what a woman can do to you once you're in love.

So Dante had no other choice. He would need to suck it up and party on his own. Whether he liked it or not, it beat staying another second in that office and doing nothing. Dante quickly ran over to a mirror and fixed himself up however he could before stepping out. The sun had just set, so Elenay City's nightlife was starting up rapidly. There were plenty of places open, plenty of options to cure his boredom. He just needed to find the right one.

After walking around for a short while, he saw a group of gorgeous twenty-something women running to get on line for a bar. The Crimson Flame. The line was pretty long, which meant the place must've been good. There was his spot. He followed the girls onto the line and waited for his chance to enter. Once inside the bar, he realized why the line was so long and took a while to move. The place was jam-packed. The inside looked more like a club than a bar. Tons of people were here – singles, couples, and some fairly large groups. At least he wouldn't feel like the only loser without a date or friends. He headed straight for the bar in the back and sat down on one of the stools, leaning his arms on top of the raised counter. His icy eyes caught sight of the bartender: a shapely ivory-skinned woman dress in dark, fitted clothing. Ebony locks contrasted with his own, cascading down and flipping outward on the ends, hiding most of the left side of her face. The one eye he could see stood out in the dim light; a light, shocking green, almost like they were glowing in the dark. She really was a stunning one.

"I've never seen your face around here," she said to him, smirking a little. Her voice had a silky smoothness to it. "What can I get for you?"

"Well that depends," he replied, leaning a little closer to her. "What's the best thing someone with a pretty little face like yours can offer?"

The bartender pulled back and turned toward the shelves behind her. Dante watched her pull out a dizzy cocktail glass and a few bottles. She combined the liquids in the bottle, added a few ice cubes and topped it off with an apple slice. "There you go."

"And there you go." Dante slipped her the payment for the drink and grabbed the glass. He could taste the burning vodka and the sweet red wine as it traveled down his throat. He let out a low whistle after eating the apple slice. "That's a damn good concoction you've got going there. Does it have a name?"

She started to return the bottles back to their respective shelves. "That is a Crimson Flame exclusive, a mild Scorpion's Kiss. If you think you're tough enough to handle it, you can try the daredevil version. It has more of a kick to it."

Dante's grin widened. "Babe, I can handle anything. Gimme your best shot." The bartender took his glass and refilled it. This time, however, she added less ice and topped it off with a pepper, a Black Scorpion Tongue.

"Still think you can handle it, big boy? This pepper is one of the hottest on the planet."

"Pssh, nothing's too hot for me. Not even you, babe." The devil hunter downed the entire glass before taking the pepper and eating it whole. It was hotter than he thought it would be. Small tears began to well up in the corners of his eyes. It'd been a long time since anything stung him physically, and he'd almost forgotten what it felt like. Dante grabbed an ice cube from his glass and sucked on it to help ease the burning, which subsided after a few minutes. "See? What'd I tell ya?" He'd sure as hell feel that in the morning.

"Right, and you didn't suck on the ice to soothe the pain..." The bartender reached under the counter and pulled out a pepper of her own, along with a lighter. She lit the pepper on fire, and without blowing it off, slowly lowered the entire thing into her mouth. This caught the eye of several other customers. They watched beside Dante as she consumed the whole pepper and stuck her tongue out to show it was gone. "So does anyone want another round?" The group cheered and she started making another round of her famous drink. Dante had left the bar, but the woman always kept the demon hunter in sight. She didn't know what it was, but that particular customer of hers made her feel a bit unsettled – and she didn't know whether it was a good or bad thing. But she couldn't tell how. Perhaps it was his looks: those gorgeous glacial eyes of his, paired off with a near pale complexion and albino hair, completely opposing her dark locks and bright alluring stare. Or maybe it was his scent, strangely a mix of cortisol and inhuman blood, that of something which had been hunted.

The night turned into early morning as the partying began to wind down. There were only a few people left in the bar, including Dante and the bartender. Dante was tired; it'd been a long time since he'd partied like he had that night. His boredom had been completely lifted. Hell, he even scored some numbers from a couple of good looking girls. His tongue still stung from the pepper of the Scorpion's Kiss, but the demon slayer still enjoyed himself. Dante was just about ready to call it a night when a very faint scent hit him. There was a demon nearby, but where? His eyes darted around the room. No visible ones, so it had to be in disguise. Dante closed his eyes and smelled the air in an attempt to track the demon down. He got up and followed the scent's trail toward the bar counter, where the bartender was busy stocking all the glasses and bottles of alcohol. He was a few steps away when he was suddenly intercepted by another woman. She had an even better body than the bartender, barely covered by a tube top and some shorts. "You're not gonna leave without me, are you?" The woman spun around and walked toward the entrance, her blond hair brushing against his lips as she passed him, making him completely forget what he'd just been doing. Looks like he was able to score after all.

Dante followed the blond woman out of the bar and into the dark streets. It was almost empty outside. The demon hunter was now being dragged by his latest find, who seemed to be stumbling with each step she took. "You sure you don't want me to carry you, babe?" Dante asked her a second time. He didn't mind having some fun with a drunk woman, but he had to get her to his place first, and in one piece. And it was pretty difficult to do that when the woman he was planning to bed couldn't take five steps in a straight line.

"Don't be silly," she replied, slurring a bit. "I'm absotively posolutely a-okay." The woman giggled and grabbed his arm, pushing him against the wall. "Maybe I should show you how okay I am, hmm?" Before Dante could blink, the blond had his face in her hands and began sucking his lips dry. He tried to assume control to no avail and continued having the woman's hands feel him up. Just when he began to enjoy himself, the woman bit down hard on his lip and tugged on his skin, ripping a hole in it.

Dante immediately pushed her back and brought a hand to the small gash. He looked at the few drops of blood on his hand. "Take it easy, babe," he told her. More blood bubbled at the surface of the new wound and trickled into his mouth. "Damn. You bit down pretty deep..." It stung a bit, almost as much as the pepper. Dante looked back up at the blond. All of a sudden, she wasn't looking so hot. It looked like she'd sucked a lot more blood out from his lip than the wound showed; it almost seemed like it was foaming, like saliva. She also had a sadistic looking grin on her face, and her eyes were quickly changing color. Her face suddenly split down the middle, from her nose to her chin, and an ear-shattering shriek escaped from the hole in her head. Jagged, pointed teeth pierced through the newly torn skin, a mix of blood and heavy saliva dripping down in long strings. His former bounty for the night was now his intended target. "If that's how you wanna play, why don't you at least show me what you really look like?" The demon's tongue launched from its mouth and wrapped around Dante's torso, lifting him five stories up. Dante reached behind him and pulled out Ivory, and pointed it at 'her'. "Sorry, sweetheart, but that's not how you make it to third base." He pulled the trigger and shot several bullets into his date's face. The demon released its grip on him and stumbled back a few feet. Dante took in a deep breath. The scent he'd smelled before was at full blast now. "So you're the cause of that putrid scent."

The demon, still partially trapped in the human skin, ripped the rest of its body from the shell. It grew to three times its original size, now sporting slime covered pincers and legs. It looked more like a giant cockroach gone wrong. The once serenading voice of the blond was now a screech echoing through the streets. Dante looked down at his coat, seeing the saliva from the demon dripping off the coat tail. "Great," he complained, trying to wipe off the slick slime, "This is gonna take forever to wash out." His former catch of the day screeched a few more times before Dante decided he'd heard enough of it, and shot at it one last time. The giant bug-like creature swayed a little and fell backwards, dead. "Well, that's one thing taken care of." His glance moved to his leather coat again, forming a disgusted look when he saw the slime covering it. That certainly made his night a little less boring, but the excessive amounts of saliva on him and the thought of nearly being date-raped by a slimy cockroach in a blond shell threw off his good mood. He could go for another drink...if the bar was still open.

The sound of the back door of the bar opening pulled his attention away from all the sickening thoughts. He spotted the bartender stumbling out of the building, liquor bottle in hand. A Bacardi, at nearly three in the morning? She was busy giggling and singing to herself, interrupted by the occasional hiccup. Dante was a second away from approaching her when he realized he not only had demon saliva on his person, but greenish soupy blood had splattered all over his skin and shirt. It would be better for both of them if he kept his mouth shut and walked in the other direction- "Heyyyy! Albino man!" Well so much for her not noticing. The woman shot him a smile as she staggered over to him, tripping over her feet every few steps. What was it about that particular night that made wasted broads become attracted to him? If this one turned out to be another demon, he'd lose it. Dante readied himself, reaching behind him and grabbing Ebony's handle. The moment she made a move, he'd shoot. "Where's yurr GURRLFRENNN?" she almost yelled in his direction, giggle-snorting. She tripped over her boot for the eleventh time before she stopped in front of him and took another swig from her bottle. "I had a important kweschun fer hur...uhh...what was it agan?" This was the same bartender he'd flirted with a few hours ago? She reeked of alcohol, more than he'd smelled off of any other woman. He'd have to try and understand this later, when she wasn't three inches away from him. "Hmm...You look diffferant sumhoww..." The black haired woman slowly circled him, tripping three more times and accidentally spilling some of her liquor on his shirt. Another stain he'd have to take care of.

Then she stopped right in front of him. Her eyes trailed up and down his body. "Waitaminit..." she mumbled, and laid a finger on his shoulder...right on where a blood stain had landed. "What's this on yur sholldur?" she asked, slurring even more. The bartender wiped off the green blood with her finger and sniffed it, and then sucked it all off. Dante's eyes turned into saucers at the sight of this, growing wider when she smiled and giggled. "Mmm...yummy. But why are you covered in guacamole?" Then she looked past him and gasped, pointing up to a distant building. "Whoa, what's THAT?" Dante immediately turned to see what she was pointing at, but it turned out to be nothing. When his attention shifted back to the bartender, she was gone. Dante had to do a double take. First she wobbles over to him while he's covered in demon bug remains, then she tastes some of its guts and suddenly vanishes?

Those few drinks Dante had were obviously getting to him. He needed to get home and hit the hay before any other drunk women decided to hunt him down.