Myth was downstairs, early that morning, making breakfast. Dante sat at the table, thinking to himself. Myth's hand slipped and the knife she was using sliced her finger.
"Ow…!" She muttered, walking off to bandage her cut.
The scent of the blood soon reached the young demon hunter, and he paused in his thinking, sniffing the air slightly. Mm…delicious. He forgot how good blood smelled to him, and he couldn't help but lick his lips, looking back at her. He shook his head, pushing away the impulses, and propping his feet up on the table.
"Dante, get your feet off the table." she scolded him, and, grumbling, he did so.
She walked over to him, and he snapped at her injured hand. She jerked it away. "There'll be no violence in this household unless I say." She smirked, chuckling slightly.
He shifted. Oh…so close! His mouth gaped open slightly, and long, deadly sharp fangs became visible. He growled hungrily, snapping at her hand again.
"Dante…" she stumbled back, looking around. "Look, you know I'm nothing but skin and bones, now-" she screamed, turning and running off, as he lunged from his chair and at her, snarling.
The noise of his body's impact against the wall reached Amanda down in her training room. She jumped, and paused
"Dante…"
She
dropped her weapons and ran to the door, unlocking it and stepping
out. Myth ran past, now being a wimp, giving Manda a glance. Manda
went to the kitchen, looking over at Dante.
"Oh! Sweetie…"
She went over to him, kneeling and gently taking his arm, in which
his wrist crackled sickeningly. She frowned, lifting his head so he'd
look at her "Dan-..!"
He growled, jerking out of her grip. His eyes were glowing a blood red, and he held his wrist close, taking the glove off and starting to lick his bloody wound quietly.
Manda frowned, and took his other arm, his reply a furious shriek, which she ignored, and took him to the training room. She closed & locked the door behind them
"Dante, what's wrong with you? Get a hold of yourself!"
He simply ignored her, going back to lapping the blood, a few splatters evading his mouth.
Amanda frowned, and went to the back, opening a cabinet and taking out a few packets of blood. She went back over, tearing open on and holding it out to him. "Look, so much better than your own.." She urged him to take it, but again, her attempts were ignored.
"Damn it, Dante!" She threw the packet down and struck him across the face. He yelped loudly and stumbled back, looking at her, shaken.
She frowned "Dante…please…"
Author's Note: Ok, this is so NOT the end. I still need to figure out what happens next.
And, some information on Myth and Amanda
Myth is a Miko, like, one of the first mages ever created. Myth is © IceMyth. (she's another author on here….i think. Unless she stopped like I did X3)
Amanda is a vampire, who has recently become Dante's girlfriend. Hehe, interesting eh? Amanda's also © IceMyth.
Why am I using Mythy's chars? Well, to tell you the truth, this story is heavily based on an AIM Role Play that happened to unfold. The only difference is that I might've swayed some things to my liking. :3
-- Lori / Brittany