Until December Comes…

Chapter 1

"Hate him or love him
For the same reason
Can't leave it
The games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in
So in God's Son we trust
'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want
They looking for . . . a hero
I guess that makes me . . . a hero" Nas feat Keri Hilson – Hero

"Yo Atasha! You heard that new Koda Kumi, and Fergie's That Ain't Cool?" Amanda in her plaid Bermuda shorts and gold sandals and green button up shirt, looking like she drank 3 cups of coffee as she sped through the pile of clothes to fold. "Yea I heard it, its on my IPod." She looked around looking at how busy the store was, all the racks were emptying out, "Boy today is busy." She sighed. "Tell me about it. So you have a love interest yet?" "No, I don't have time." "Whatever." Amanda rolled her eyes when she saw a silver hair dude, with a blonde beside him. "Ohh la la! That's one sexy model over there honey." Said a gay employee. "Girl Atasha! Look at that fine crème over there." Atasha turned around and almost had a heart attack, "Jesus! OMG, son I gotta hide." She said ducking under the desk. Soon after Amanda did so too. "You know him?" "Well kinda, look I'll tell you the story."

"Dante since you got that 600 mill, your gonna buy me a gift." The blonde said. She wore a blue baby doll dress with a bit of cleavage showing and red shoes. Boy she was pretty. "Fine, you greedy bitch hurry up." He said crossing his arms. He wore a red tee that had different 80's style glasses on the front, and grey straight jeans, and a pair of black red, and silver Nike Blazers. He leaned against the pole as he watched the babes try to flirt with him.

"Atasha! The boy is hot, shoot if you don't want him cause of the incident last night, then I'll have him, shit." As Amanda got up Atasha quickly pulled her back down causing her to knock her chin on the desk, "Ow!" People turned to see what happened and resumed back to shopping. Dante on the other hand walked slowly towards the desk. "No don't go with him." "Why?" "I think he's, I think he a killer by nature." While Atasha was talking Amanda slowly whistled pulling out her phone acting as if she was texting, then she stopped realizing what had happened as the shadow behind her got bigger. She pointed behind her, but she didn't even look back, all she could do was get up and try to speed walk out 

of the spot, when Dante grabbed her shoulder. "You mudda cunt! Amanda, could have just told me he was behind me!" As she cursed off her friend Dante just pulled her away. "Sorry Atasha, you need someone special once in a while. Bye." Amanda waved to her buddy. Dante then put his arm around her shoulder walking her out of the 2 story store. "Okay, first of all babe I'm part human, part demon. You look good though, anyways second of all I sense your not fully human yourself, so you can't judge babe." "Fine, look I'm sorry alright, but I seriously don't know what I am okay so just drop it." Her eyes got a bit watery as she held in the tears. "Look I have a business to run, so if your buying something you should just go buy something for your girlfriend."

"Wait a fuckin minute, what's that suppose to mean? That's Trish my partner in my business, partner in crime, and whatever, but definitely not my partner in bed." "Okay. Well sorry again…look Dante if you want later on you wanna meet me for lunch?" Dante gave a smirk. "Alright babe, at Gino's 12:05." "Um okay, deal." She held out her hand, and he grabbed her hand holding and feeling the warm touch of her hand. "Alright cutie." They walked back inside and at the counter there Trish was with a pile of clothes. "Hey Dante! Come pay now I'm done." The cashier had a pissed off face and he just snapped. "Honey what the fuck are you doing with all these clothes? I was supposed to be on lunch break long time ago okay! And I'm not because people wanna by thousands of dollars of clothes, bitch all that money could have been used to pay off bills, buy a car, but damn bitch, you spoiled more than my pookey."

'Well I don't give a damn! This is my appreciation gift, and ill maybe give you tip," she flung two dollars at him causing the cashier to hop over the desk getting ready to snatch her hair, and punch her, when Amanda grabbed Kenny back. "You lucky! I would have snatched that weave off of your head! Wooo saaa!! I'm gonna kill you if you ever throw money at me again, I aint no charity case!" "Calm down and take your but somewhere." Trish shot back. Kenny looked at Amanda then just walked away mumbling. "I got high blood pressure, and this trick gonna get on my nerves."

"You rude," Said Atasha. The blonde turned around. "And you are….. no one important I see." She just gave an evil smirk. Atasha just nodded and walked out. "Trish, I think that money has gotten to your head, seriously your acting like a knock off Barbie doll bitch, you need to now fuck up, and I'm so serious. Your not getting shit, and don't even try to say a word I swear." Dante's voice was deep, and scary. It was almost as if you could hear the demon unleashing in him. All she could do was speed walk out the door. As for all the people watching they were glad she was out, because she held up the line. Dante looked at Amanda with an apologizing look. "Don't worry about it just check if Atasha is alright," He nodded and walked out Trish was no where in sight, but Tasha was just walking slowly like if she was a ghost. Tasha was crying not because of what Trish said but what had happened to her, her father saying to her and her mother. Dante stopped her in her tracks as he held onto her arm. She froze from his touch, turning around she suddenly let it out. "Why is it that all people can say is that I'm not important!" She just cried. "First my dad! My step dad! Tony who fuckin rapped me, I couldn't even testify cause I was young and so scared and now her! I'm tired of it, why can't I be some what important to someone." She just backed away from him and began to cry once more. He slowly wrapped his arms around her holding her tightly. "Is it okay to say your now important to me?" Atasha giggled a bit then stopped. "Sure." "Well guess what?" "Chicken but," She giggled again, "Sorry. What?" She asked pulling away from him. "It's 12:05, our lunch date." "Oh yea, almost forgot. But what about Trish?" He pressed 

his forehead against hers. "She's probably gonna go home watch Gossip Girls or whatever, munch herself to obesity or something." "That's mean." She laughed.