"Where are you going so late at night?" Dante asked walking into Flame's room. He didn't knock, and caught her while she was putting on an almost see-through red corset. She turned around and glared at him. She had a long scarlet dress hanging at her waist, and trying to put the finishing hook in its place on her corset.
"Who the hell gave you permission to come in my room?" she said coldly. Dante just smirked slightly and walked over to her. He was now fully dressed.
"You're very pretty when you want to be." he said lifting the upper part of her dress and putting it on her. He gently let his leather clad hands touch her shoulders. He stopped when he felt a gun barrel against his groin. "I'll take that as a hint not to touch you." he lifted his hands off of her and took a step back. She gave a fake smile and turned back to her mirror. She frowned as she looked at herself.
"Get out..." she said to Dante clenching her fists. "I said get out!" she screamed picking up her hairbrush and throwing it at him. He caught it and quickly got out and closed the door.
"Hello sir. I see you have met her sad side." said Daniel, Flame's butler.
"That's her sad? Sad? That's more crazy! She looked at herself in the mirror then started screaming at me." Dante said shaking his head.
"I've made arrangements for you to stay here until you're able to return from where you came from." Daniel tried to get off the subject as quickly as possible.
"If I'm going to stay here, start spilling the beans on why she freaks out when someone touches her, and why she doesn't like mirrors."
Daniel sighed. "If you wish. Follow me." said Daniel leading Dante to a pair of double doors.
When Flame was younger, her mother beat her for most of her childhood. Then her mother and her lover murdered her father in front of her. I managed to get her out of the house in time and sent her to a foster family. I was mistaken in doing so. I picked her up from the hospital after she had been beaten with a wooden paddle until almost every bone in her body was broken. When she healed, she didn't look close to the same. Even thought she was still beautiful, she thought she was uglier than she use to be. Ever since she has hated when anyone touches her, and when she looks at herself in the mirror.
"So, that's why she's so uptight?" Dante asked shaking his head. He did feel bad for her. He had been through a lot, but nothing that could compare to her. "Where is she going tonight anyway?" Dante asked the butler.
"To a fundraiser party. Why?"
"Got a tuxedo on my size?" Dante said with a smirk.
"Ok I'm ready to go. I'll be back sometime tonight." Flame yelled to Daniel as she made her way down the stairs. She had a black shawl going across her shoulders, and wore a diamond necklace with matching earrings.
"Don't worry Jeeves. I'll have her back before midnight." Said Dante walking up behind her and taking her arm. He led her down the stairs and to the door. "Shall we be off?"
"What the hell are you talking about!?" she yelled jerking her arm away from him.
"I thought it would be best if you went with someone who wouldn't try to take advantage of you." said Daniel walking down the stairs after them and opening the door. "Have a good time Mistress Flame."
She growled and was about to protest, when Dante threw her over his shoulder and walked out with her kicking and screaming.
"Come on, we don't want to be late now do we?" he laughed, resisting the urge to smack her on the butt. He stuffed her in the backseat of the waiting limo, and closed the door. "I'd think it'd be best if you were in the back and I drive. You seem a little angry." he sat in the front seat and started the limo. He laughed more when he heard Flame cursing and screaming in the back. "Chill babe! We'll be there in a while." he took out a piece of paper with the direction to the party on it, and began to drive.
