Okay, as promised, here is the next part of the series. I'm actually finding it easier to write this part of the series than the last one. And, whilst (always wanted to use that somewhere) lying in bed last night trying to fall asleep with a cold, I got a very good idea for this part of the fic. Maybe it was the medicine I took or something, but I have an idea on how to bring some characters into this story later on.
As per usual, nothing in this story is mine, et cetera et cetera.
Dante smiled as Janet rested her head against his bare chest. He bent an arm down and began stroking her soft, chestnut brown hair. She looked up at him with caring brown eyes, a small smile on her face. His own smile widened and he bent down, kissing her gently on the lips.
A frown formed on his face when the tangy copper taste of blood hit his tongue. He pulled away and gaped in horror as Janet stared at him, a massive hole in her throat. Blood covered his hands and chest. He shook his head and tried to back away, only to find himself held fast in place by a pair of strong arms. He looked up and saw Lilith laughing at him. She lifted a gun and aimed at Janet…
"No!" Dante yelled, bolting upright in his bed. Cold sweat clung to his skin as his chest heaved up and down. His shoulders slumped forward and his hands came up to cover his face. He sighed and got out of his bed. He slowly got up and made his way over towards the sink. He turned on the cold water and splashed his face.
Dante dried his face with a nearby towel and pulled on a shirt. He walked out of his room and his booted feet clanged on the metal bridge of the ship he had recovered in Antarctica. He went into the bridge and sank into the pilot's seat. He glared at the sun through the specially designed glass. The glass allowed the sun's light and heat in, but the harmful rays, to both humans and vampires, were blocked out. During his week stay on the ship he had discovered that the ship had been specifically made for vampires.
Dante's appearance had changed drastically in the week he had left. His hair was disheveled and the faint traces of a beard were beginning to form on his face. His once vibrant eyes, full of life, were now dull and uncaring. Down in the cargo hold of ship his weapons also suffered. His sword leaned up against several crates of ammunition. Various kinds of guns sat stacked in boxes nearby. Other bladed weapons had been shoved into a pile. All the weapons had been left to rust.
The vampire reached underneath his shirt and pulled out a pendant in the shape of a wolf. He opened the titanium locket and looked at the picture of Janet. He closed the locket and gave it a small kiss before tucking it back under his shirt.
He pressed several buttons on the console and the ship descended to the forested planet below. The ship landed in a remote area and he cloaked the vessel. He rose to his feet and walked out of the ship. Cold rain mixed with snow began to pelt him. He pulled on a plain leather jacket and began making his way towards the nearest village that the computer had shown him.
He stopped and looked in a small clearing. He could see a large stone ring in the center. Recognizing the Stargate, he ignored it, too far away for the people at the SGC to come to this planet. He resumed his trek and left the Gate alone.
Dante soon came upon the village and made his way into the tavern. He sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. Once the alcoholic beverage was placed in front of him, he began sipping it, ignoring everyone around him. People looked at him a little strangely, but could tell that the stranger wanted to be left alone. Even the most curious of the inhabitants complied with Dante's unspoken wishes, leaving him alone with his memories of Janet.
And there's the prologue! But worry not faithful viewers...er...readers! For the following chapters are longer. Until tomorrow, review! Up, up, and away:Begins running around with arms extended over head whilst (I used it again!) saying 'Whoosh!':