[ dear enemy ] dante

[dante]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Dante smiled, looking at Sombra in silence as the woman disappeared inside. Not on the menu? Really? She was a little too hot not to be on at least one menu. Good news was he didn't plan on her ending up on the "suck her neck until she's dead" menu. Although getting a taste of her would certainly make his night, as impossible as that wish seemed. Could you blame him? She wasn't afraid of him. He liked that. If he tasted her he might be able to always find her and bask in the glory of such a strong woman, even if she was a bitch--in all meanings of the word. The two of them strode deeper into the establishment. Toward the back. Isolated. For her or him? Was she still afraid he'd go berserk and start a blood bath? Probably smart. You couldn't begin to imagine how absolutely thirsty he was, and the way people smelt around him. Intoxicating. It was foreplay. Smelling and tasting them was erotic. Actually devouring their blood? Orgasmic. Vampires weren't blood crazy just because it was like water to them--merely a necessity, but lacking flavor. As they passed other occupants, Dante's pale blues shifted to the side, sizing up several of them. Some smelled better than others. Only one or two were mouthwatering. Disease couldn't touch him, but it didn't help a scent. Picking up on sexual attraction between two people was exciting, but it meant they were less likely to let him in close enough. The scent of sex, lacking a partner, was nice, provided the lacking partner wasn't an extremity or inanimate object--though that meant they might be in need for some company. When they finally arrived in the booth, Dante sat across from his most generous host and met her eyes. They were a lot alike, in certain respects. That's probably why they were going at one another, even if Dante was trying nothing more than to be friendly. "Why should I limit myself to just their company?" he replied, settling back into his seat comfortably. It required a little more effort than usual. Being in an enclosed room with a few people whose blood would taste absolutely delicious had him a bit on edge, but he was managing so far. He might tell her the truth, except she was obviously no fan of his and not someone he could trust. Why didn't he hang out with other Vampires? He didn't know someone worth his time. Some of them wouldn't be so thrilled learning he had no Sire or Maker or whatever they called the 'parent.' Dante figured there had to be a reason for that. Okay, not really, but Hollywood suggested being as he was wasn't a great thing among Vampires; and, really, while Hollywood's full of fake nonsense, there had to be some Vampires making sure they weren't completely misrepresented. Plenty of false or conflicting information, but there was some truth in there... somewhere. Confessing a bit more, however, Dante offered, "Half of them aren't nearly as interesting as you." As a person, not a meal. Really. Well, both. His eyes fell on the glass of water, finding it a bit out of place, if not unexpected. "I'll pay for your drink, if you want one," Dante offered, doubting Sombra would go for it or, if she did, she would do anything but drink it. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Count: 595 Tag: Sombra Note:

[*sombra delgadillo]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][bg=000000] The she-wolf got the distinct impression that he had watched her walk in - not particularly surprising, that. In fact she would have been more surprised if he seemed aloof. He was still far too human not to consort with his human wants, she mused reticently to herself after having entered the vaguely crazed atmosphere of the bar. She assumed he would be sniffing out the ones he wanted while the walked and so she didn't bother casting a look back at him even the extended period of silence. He did like to talk didn't he? Men and their chatty selves. Strange, yes but she'd grown almost accustomed to the notion that they couldn't keep their yaps shut. The older he got the less prone to rattling he would be though. He'd learn that words were wasted when they collected in excess. It was only when you didn't speak so often that people actually listened. But in the case that he only wanted to hear himself she really had nothing to add. He probably did like to hear himself talk, enjoyed the familiar sound of his voice and how silken it was. It was probably more in her psychy than not but Sombra typically found vampires' voices very cold and unfeeling, like the metallic substance they drink on a regular basis. As they seated themselves he stared and Sombra stared back, though on her end it probably had a lot more to do with dominance and a lot less to do with rapture. It didn't help that her sexual preference was a firm "No." There were plenty of fine specimen like himself about New York and California, often of different species, but in this day and age they could not be trusted. Men and vampires alike. Why should I limit myself to just their company? It was a fair question she supposed, though her lips did not even tick in reply, pursed as they generally were while she considered her answer. "They're probably much more informative, having lived longer." It was murmured lazily while her gaze swung out to eye the crowd. "In any case the females are just as predatory as you are, might be refreshing." Her brow ticked, easily deciding that he would be better paired with a little hellion that would keep him in his place. On the other hand he probably would grow personally from having a submissive interest, in which case he could fulfill his place as the dominant in the relationship. Half of them aren't nearly as interesting as you. She snorted, shaking her head and eyeing him across the table, taking a sip of her water thoughtlessly. "You mean they aren't nearly as standoffish." It was a quiet remark, spoken from behind the lip of her glass, her eyes filled with dark humor. The chase was what kept them interested wasn't it? It was tempting to just say he could have her, and maybe he'd go away. With that in mind she listened to him speak one more time. "I rarely drink, and never when I'm not at home." Yet another issue of control and security. She was a survivor, the wolf, and that meant that she couldn't afford to be publicly stupid under any circumstance, much less in the company of a potential threat. Too much rode on the idea of her staying alive and breathing. "Should you go find dinner? I can wait." It was a merciful thing to say as she watched him, pupils having rounded in the darkness of the setting. They ticked towards the menagerie once again, however briefly and back to him, the offer apparently still standing.. count; 614 tag; Dante dress; Click! comment; nope.

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[dante]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=090a0c] Dante smiled at the she-wolf. She was so thoughtful and considerate of him as a vampire all of a sudden. Sombra wasn't doing it because she cared, however; he was sure it was to get him off her back. Though this thought of female vampires interested Dante. Male vampires weren't predatory? The role of authority flipped when you died? Were vampires ruled by women, or was that just Sombra's preference elevating the feminine over the masculine? It would be curious to find out if he met any. Sombra did little to strike up conversation, but she did make a curious gesture. Dante blinked and regarded the woman for a long moment with his pale blue eyes glowing with the energy that gave life to all vampires. She'd mentioned it before, but in the context of him slaughtering them all after she'd gone. It'd been an insult or ribbing. Now Sombra was simply accepting he'd run off for a little nibble. What a curious Wolf she was. So accepting yet peevish. Hadn't she been busy earlier describing how much she hated his kind? Now she'd tolerate him feeding? "Did you want to share?" A smile turned his lips up again as he sat with his hands folded on top of the table. Maybe she liked teasing him. That'd be just mean. All those hearts pounding away, blood flowing through their veins. He could see the red, hot heat burning through them as the crimson flowed. Dante's grip tightened, one hand over the other, as he felt his fangs slowly descend. It was cruel to tease a vampire with feasting. Why couldn't she offer herself? He wouldn't kill her. Even if he stopped taking in her scent, and those around him, every other sense would be hungering for blood. It was impossible for him to escape the blood lust. One way or another it would claim him; better he do it sooner than later and avoid lashing out uncontrollably. Assuming Sombra wasn't interested in sharing a mortal, Dante had to ask, "Would you be here when I came back?" She did have "better" things to do. She wasn't looking to keep his company. A pity, that. Dante truly did like her. Maybe it was how easy he could subdue a Human, now, that made them less attractive for relationship prospects. A touch here, a word there, a deep, meaningful gaze... and suddenly a Human would worship you like a god. Who didn't love that? A man couldn't make a relationship out of that, however. Too simple. Too easy. Now Sombra and him were predators. Strong-willed predators. Hell, Sombra controlled a great part of New York. Sadly, Dante didn't have anything so impressive going for him; that probably did little to stir the Wolf's interest. Damn him being that young. These things took time, but beautiful creatures like Sombra might not be around years from now looking for someone. So many damn thoughts going through his head. Watching the Were' for her reaction, Dante suddenly figured out what had him on edge. It was obvious the 'threat' of a trap was overstated. Obvious he wasn't making head way with getting closer to Sombra. And ignoring the need for blood... the place was too quiet. People talking, glasses clinking, but it was too small. Too few people. Soft or no music. Nothing was happening. Sombra was barely trying to engage him verbally or otherwise. Hell, no wonder he felt on edge--he felt like he'd go stir crazy. Being a young vampire certainly bit sometimes. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Count: 620 Tag: Kaia Note:

[*sombra delgadillo]

Thoughtful and considerate? Didn't seem to be adjectives that fit the tyrant of a lycan. Though they could be correct in the proper context. You could file them under the "used to be" category. There were plenty of used to be things. Many less things for the current list, but that was neither here nor there. The real issue was Dante's delusional self. These men always seemed to think that there was an angel buried beneath the cold posterior. There wasn't. She only was what she was. There was no use in believing or hoping for more. She hadn't spoken in a sexist fashion. She blinked slowly, calmly staring at him. She could tell from the way he was regarding her that he was being foolish, quiet foolish indeed. That was fine. Let him get his notions as long as he stayed on that side of the table and not latched onto her throat.

She was silent for the most part, disinterested in speaking to him really. This little thing of theirs was just her accommodating him, avoiding a brawl. She could have just as easily if not more easily have shot him in the face with the shotgun. That would have at least put him off the scent…Frowning quietly, she regarded her companion with something akin to distrust. Even still she was not quite comfortable with what he was. She had suggested he go feed himself simply for the sake of those around them, best not make a scene. So one would die..the rest would live. And yes, she suspected that whomever this one victim was, they'd die. Did you want to share? he inquired. The woman's features did not change in the slightest.

She was well aware that being amongst this crowd was torture for him, perhaps that would make him leave more quickly, get this over with. She had refocused on her goal - getting to California. He was clinching his fists on the table, his knuckles would have whitened. She could simply feel the tension, and it was no way to cure her own uncertainty, not at all. He was looking savage, ready to maul someone…anyone. And she'd rather he did that outside. Would you be here when I came back? Her frown deepened and her shoulders rolled in a silent shrug, a sort of "Maybe I will, maybe I won't." It was a gamble for sure. He'd probably be a fool to leave and expect her to be here when he came back.

And while Dante figured out what his issue was, Sombra considered hers. Her issue was the fact that Dante sat there so calmly, such a pretender. As if he actually was a person, not a predator, not a bastard….Not a killer. He was a killer. "Go eat. I'll be here." It was nearly snarled as he gaze slanted over the occupants, trapped in this little hell. He was absolutely…tiresome. Tiresome, tiresome man. The immortal was beginning to grate against her nerves but for all intensive purposes he was in a grace period. She was going to wait for him to get back. Wait. It took patience that not many had warranted. Perhaps that was a soft spot for well mannered figures.

Perhaps not. She was just biding her time,having given up on sleep tonight or tomorrow. Ah well. Apparently Dante's entertainment was more important than her being rested. Not surprising - how very much a man of him. "Don't let me stand in the way of what you want" right? Sighing quietly to herself, she glanced over at him expectantly as if to ask if he were going to get a move on or not.

[dante]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=090a0c] Sombra was less than thrilled, Dante could tell. She didn't want to be there. She didn't even like vampires, or him, so why didn't she leave? Too polite? An unexpected quality, and one he liked; it meant the woman was going to be his captive audience for a time. Was that cruel? Thoughtless? The alternative was being a self-conscious pansy that'd end up under everyone's heels. Maybe he was overstaying his welcome--she hadn't given him a welcome in the first place--but something interesting would come of all of this. Wasn't like Dante could make the woman hate his kind more without killing everyone in the room. Nothing to lose, everything to gain. "I won't take long," the vampire replied calmly as he stood to his feet with a smile on his lips. A delicious little thing over on the side had already caught his eye. Pretty. Sweet. More or less innocent; she seemed a bit apprehensive. What a terrible thing going out alone. A well mannered gentlemen like Dante couldn't let the mortal suffer alone could he? Of course he couldn't. Drifting through the crowd, Dante slid up alongside the table where the girl sat and gave her the same, warm smile. What did you have to fear? He was, after all, just a man. Kind, approachable, and not creepy. Handsome, if he did say so himself. It only took a few minutes before a little light conversation convinced the young thing outside. The environment just wasn't all that warm in here--probably Sombra's electrifying personality positively buzzing over there in the back. A quick glance darted toward the Were sitting at the table, curious why Sombra was being so tolerant if she hated his kind so much. She hadn't simply tolerated him, either, but encouraged him. Thoughtful. The two of them were gone around five minutes before the door pulled back again. Dante stopped just inside and drew in a deep breath. Letting it out slowly the vampire felt a great deal of the stress was freed from his shoulders. Terrible that it'd gotten this far, but there'd been blood back at the gun shop. Dante found when there was blood just lying around it was very, very difficult for him to ignore it. Couldn't get his damn mind off it; like the scent was somehow lodged in his brain and could only be reset by crimson washing over his fangs and tongue. Surveying the room, Dante looked toward the table he'd just left for Sombra. She hadn't slipped away despite her promise had she? That would be sad. He had some important news to tell her, too, that might please her. Then again, seeing how he was still a vampire nothing might please her so long as he lingered. What could he do? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Count: 484 Tag: Kaia Note:

[*sombra delgadillo]

Of course Sombra wasn't pleased. She was in the presence of a creature who could very well try to end her life in the next five minutes. Why? Because he wanted a snack. There was something genuinely untrustworthy of that sort of person. Parasitic asshole. And that was before he even began to speak. However kind Dante might have been as a person, and Sombra wasn't convinced he was kind at all really. He was right though - there was no way he could coax more hate from Sombra than she already had for his race in general. She had nearly been killed by vampires over and over. What was there to say to a creature she didn't want to be around? Nothing, nothing kind. There was nothing kind for her to say and to add to that. It won't take long, he promised. Her pupils narrowed and her eyes tipped away allowing him to wander off towards his victim once again.

She wasn't interested in how long it would take. There was nothing particularly fun about waiting for a guy to come back from killing someone. Then again Sombra did very little waiting around these days. Breathing a slow sigh, she drummed her fingertips on the table and opened her cellular phone. Dialing the number for her head wolf in California, she growled softly into the receiver, murmuring that she'd probably be around tomorrow night. After it was obvious that the voice on the other line completely understood she hung up thoughtlessly. Tolerant was an optimistic term for what Sombra was at present. She was somewhat resigned to what this was. This was…torture. Annoyance.

As promised he returned moments later, clearly not lying when he said it wouldn't take long. She silently wondered if vampires without the gift of good looks had the same sort of success. Somehow she doubted it. A sage glance was cast in the general direction of the door. Here he came. Looking pleased with himself. Though she wasn't about to paint on a smile just to keep him and his happy mood around. In fact quite the opposite. Her foul behavior would probably shoo him away that much faster and wasn't that the point? isn't that what she wanted? Indeed. She wanted to be left to her own devices. For an alpha wolf she was somewhat antisocial, especially when it came to company she always tried to keep herself from.

Vampires would always make that list, no matter how well behaved. Dogs and parasites simply don't mix. Probably something to do with fleas. She watched him sit back down and rested her chin in her hand, which was propped on the table by her elbow. Her eyes had not grown less intense, in fact they glittered humorlessly at him, waiting for some sort of elementary statement meant to try to lighten the mood once again. Had she been merciful she might have allowed him to do so. But it was far too entertaining to watch squirm.

[dante]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=090a0c] Dante settled down at the table again, meeting the disgruntled woman's stare. "As happy to see me return as I expected," the man quipped, not surprised in the manner her eyes bore into him. What? Kill him? No, Sombra would never think that. She loved talking with him. Why the conversation they'd had over the past ten minutes had been absolutely profound. It would make Professors blush. It would have had squadmates snickering. It would fill all of two lines in a script. Damn werewolves; too busy gnawing to throw a man a bone. A slow sigh was forced out of him as she kept staring. She was wishing looks could kill. Maybe wondering why her eyes could set people on fire? Well, Dante would try to bring a little light back to her world--and he expected to fail at the rate the two of them were hitting it off--with a revelation, "I didn't kill her." Oh, but he had wanted to in a round about way. Dante monitored for any reaction from the Alpha at all. He didn't expect much, and it'd probably be luck he got even a faint acknowledgement of what he'd said. Which of them was the one threatening the other's survival again? Dante felt on fire even under the icy glare of the wolf. It wasn't hunger, but satisfaction. The coupling outside had been short, but oh so very fulfilling. After throwing the pretty thing against the wall and hiking a leg about his hips Dante nipped at the creature's neck. He could tell she was inexperienced, but curious. Who wasn't curious? Such a sinful creature. The moment they shared in the alley had been quite pleasurable, even if it lacked in penetration. No need to remove clothing when fangs could get the blood flowing by themselves. And it had been so hard to stop. It was always hard. Sometimes he couldn't bring himself to do it. Sad when he found himself holding a corpse afterward. Still, this time he'd drawn back, licking the female clean of blood, with the breathing mortal struggling to process what had just happened. Then here he was. Sharing a table with an Alpha Wolf of New York who was anxious to be anywhere but there. Wow, what a downer. "What do you do for fun?" Random question, perhaps, but really he wanted to know. Even CEOs had fun, right? Golfing or something? Golfing... yeah, maybe off the deck of an aircraft carrier that'd be awesome. Sombra had to have at least one hobby--aside from teasing young vampires and quietly fantasizing about how to murder them where they stood or sat. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Count: 465 Tag: Sombra Note: