Like Father Like.. Daughter?

One year later..

Jennifer saunters pass the small table that is directly in front of the couch in the living room. As she sweeps by it her foot snags the leg at the corner, sending her tumbling forward. "Ahh, Jesus!" she calls out as she catches herself quickly, hopping to a standing position.

"You okay, bull-in-the-coffee-shop?" asks Jason, coming around the corner of the stairs.

"Can it, were pup," sneers Jennifer.

Jason growls deep within his throat. "I'm not a pup."

Jennifer seems slightly amused while she rubs the top of her foot. "Dad always called you pup."

"But you're not Dante," retorts Jason, brushing pass Jennifer and entering the kitchen.

A frown slides over Jennifer's lips. She didn't want to be reminded of her father, she had hardly gotten over the grief as of yet. Maybe Jason hadn't either. Suddenly she felt sorry for saying anything about her father. Remorsefully she eyes the entrance to the kitchen were Jason had retreated. He'd have to deal with it sometime, Jennifer reminds herself.

A shard of light gleams into her eyes causing her thinking to be jarred. She squints toward the window's open blind. It was sunset; she could tell by peering through the one blind that was spoiled near the top. Colors-- red, navy, violet, yellow --all peeked inside that one jarred blind at her. "The vampires are out," she muses to herself. "Werewolves should be-- TOO," she emphasizes the last part to were Jason would be able to hear her.

His head soon appears from the door, eyes glowing softly. He growls gently. "If you don't shut up you'll be my first meal, girl."

"Girl?" says Jennifer mockingly. "Girl?! That's 'Miss' to you, pup!"

A smirk whisks across Jason's lips, his face taking on a humorous tone. "Oh really?" He side-steps out of the door walking toward Jennifer in a mock-menacing way, rounding his shoulders in a threatening way. "Miss, huh? Lets just see about--- that!" He leaps at her, growling playfully from within his throat. He pounces her over onto the couch.

"What are you--" Jennifer's eyes widen in realization. "Ack! Hey, no! Jason! God damnit, get off of me, you!" Jennifer squeals shrilly as she's pounced, raising her arms to half catch him, half hold him back. "Jason, no!" she giggles.

He wrestles with her off of the couch and onto the floor before pinning her. "What were you saying about miss, now? Hm.." He stretches his elongated tongue out at her, making her squeal and writhe, but he doesn't lick her. His tongue slides back into his mouth. He clicks his teeth. "And you're suppose to be the daughter of Dante. Doesn't that mean you're suppose to be able to kick my ass?"

"Get off you twit!" she scolds, squirming away from his reaching tongue again. "I swear, if you lick me I'll have to kick your ass!"

"Make me," he teases, still having her pinned by the wrists. He clicks his jaws at her nose playfully. "Kick my ass, miss," he mocks.

Jennifer growls. "Don't make me!"

"Oh yes, baby; harder. I like it rough," Jason moans mockingly.

"Jason, you pervert! Off now!" yells Jennifer, wiggling around violently. She raises her leg, giving Jason's 'nads a swift kick. There is no effect, only a small, deep growl of annoyance from Jason.

"No, no, no. Bad devil hunter," he says, shaking one finger quickly at her before resuming to pin her. "I'm not like the human men you can so easily tame."

Jennifer wraps her legs around his waist tightly, attempting to throw him over so she will be able to get the upper-hand.

"Mmm.. Jennifer, harder," teases Jason. "Hump me roughly. I like it rough."

"God, Jason! You--" She bucks her hips twice over, finally getting Jason on his back and straddling him. "There! Now who's got who?"

Jason reclines, hands behind his head. "Fuck away, miss," he says smugly.

"Asshole," Jennifer sneers, sliding off of Jason's lap. She walks away, swaying her hips seductively on purpose. "You wish you could get a piece of ass this good and talented," she teases over her shoulder as she sinks into the kitchen.

Jason sits up on his hands. "Oh, I already have!" he calls to her. "You just don't know it yet." He licks his lips, hopping up. "You just don't know.. I'm going out."

"Okay. Be a good boy and be back before ten," she ridicules from the kitchen.

"Yeah, yeah, mommy."

He disappears down the hallway.

Jennifer quickly flips the latches on the case, six in all, the lid lifting almost simultaneously by air compressions in the back. Two guns; one facing left and the other facing right just below it, adorned the red velvet case inside. She runs her hands over the smooth, polished surface of the guns.

"Ivory, Ebony," she says softly, "time to do your stuff."

Dante's guns.

Ivory and Ebony-- held with confidence and shot with grace. They were passed down to Jennifer in Dante's will, and, even if he didn't have a will, they would have went to her through heritage. She lifts the guns from the velvet, holding them with pride; aiming them then holstering them skillfully. One went in a holster under her arm, the other slide into the belt in front of her, below her stomach.

Jennifer turns, walking over to the wall right near the case where the guns were kept. She smirks up at the blade, Alastor, hanging by large gothic hooks on the wall. She slides it off and performs a few cutting actions with it, then holsters it on her back. She nods to herself. "Alastor," she says softly.

"Lookin' sexy, Jen," says Jason, leaning against the frame of the door.

"Thanks," she replies, turning. She smiles.

"I mean," he says, looking down in a half-embarrassed way, "with that leather on.. You know, that corset-tank-top-thing with the red trim and those tight, tight leather pants.. And those boots. Kick ass boots, man. And that skull belt buckle. I'm fearing you now."

"You better," she teases, walking pass him, into her own master bedroom. She slides on her fingerless gloves, smirking. "Time to kick some ass."

"Not yet," says Jason. "You're missing something."

Jennifer turns toward him curiously. "Missing what?"

"This." Jason raises his arm. In his hand dangles a black colored thong, and, tied to it, was a large, platinum cross.

Jennifer stares for a moment, then smiles. "Thanks," she says softly, walking over and turning around, back facing him.

Jason puts it over her head and slides it to her neck, tying it in the back. Jennifer turns around and they exchange smiles. Jason pulls her close and hugs her tightly. "You look just like your father, Jen. Good luck. Go kick some ass, okay?" He lets her go, winking.

Jennifer grins and nods. "You bet." She pats Ebony, who was stuck in her belt at her stomach, then heads out the double doors in the front of the manor.