4Chapter Two
Damien
Blake opened the door to his apartment, not surprised that Raye wasn't there. "At least she didn't forget to keep every window shut and covered like the last time," he muttered, as he shivered. He had nearly killed her at the time. The girl had forgotten to make sure the curtains were in place and he ended up getting burned, badly. 'Dante would laugh at me with that smirk' he thought silently.
His hand ran through the sheets of the bed, clawing at them with his nails. He didn't care much for comforts but then again suspicion might arouse if they saw a coffin instead. Blake laughed at the thought of lying in a musty coffin, frightening some unwary peoples.
He sat for a time until a sound caught his attention, the soft padding of feet. They came closer and closer until the padding came to an abrupt stop, in front of the apartment. Unseen hands fiddled with the lock trying to find the right key. "Shit," a female voice cursed, when the door wouldn't unlock. "God damn it, Blake! If you're in there, you'd better open up!" She then tapped her fingers against the door in sheer paranoia, staring at the door in irritation.
Blake grinned mischievously as he waited for a few more minutes before deciding to let her in, hearing her curses and tapping. Only after seven minutes had passed did he get up to let her in, she didn't leave he knew. She had to come here, or she'd regret it.
Blake opened up the door grinning, "Hello, did I keep you waiting?" he said as he bent down brushing his lips against hers. "Aren't you happy now that I let you in?"
"Sure, why not." She responded while brushing her hair out of her face, keeping her thoughts shielded.
He grinned wolfishly as he lowered his hand around her waist, while caressing her cheek with his other hand. "I missed you love," his hand around her waist tightened.
"You did now, but don't worry I missed you too." She lied as she stared up into his startling blue eyes, enraptured by their beauty. She purposely nuzzled up closer to him, feeling his warmth as his chest went up and down. "Where'd you been?"
"Away," he sighed as he hugged her to him.
"You fought again didn't you?" She took a deep breath and looked up, pretending her hardest to look worried. "When will you two learn? You've always been equal and always will be."
Blake's body tightened. He then pushed her away, knocking her to the floor. He stared at her daring her to get up. "I just made a mistake, a mere miscalculation."
"You had miscalculations for the last few hundred years. Last time you didn't realize that she had gotten faster, what is your new excuse." Her palms ran across the floor. "Is it that you're weakening, love?" Her eyes hard and gazing straight into his eyes.
"Fuck you Raye. Be grateful that you're more important than others or you'll be dead already." Blake rose his hand a slapped her in the face, Raye didn't even flinch.
Raye laughed, "God did you expect me to whimper?" She rose her hand and brushed the hair in her face away.
Blake growled and kicked her but she didn't seem to notice. She had dodged him easily once and had paid the price with a severe whipping and beating.
He reached down and pulled her up by the shirt. He said harshly into her ear, "I'd be careful, love. Next time you might be dead."
Raye raised her eyes into his with disgust, "Fuck off."
Blake slapped her again, "You know what? I have a much more interesting way to punish you."
"Don't you dare," she whispered.
He laughed darkly as he threw her into his bed without a second thought. He glided over and bent over to lay next to her. He whispered in her ear, "Never cross me again, or you'll find my company more often." He laughed as he shredded her clothing.
Dante' walked calmly into the courtyard of the mansion. The flowers were in full bloom with sparkling bright, cheery colors. A cobblestone path led up to one of the many entrances hidden from prying eyes.
Fog clung to her feet as she passed through the lilies and daffodils. The mansion had an eerie feeling to it despite the plant life in full bloom; the home seemed haunted by vengeful spirits. Perhaps her parents and the many servants and villagers were out seeking revenge on the one who put them into their graves early, Blake and his cursed followers. "So they be wanton revenge too," she mused. "Can't say I blame them."
She walked slowly with caution, for the ancient traps could spring in an instant. They were invisible to the naked eye and fatal if you were entrapped. She remembered installing them long after the tragedy. Damien and Azesye watched, lending a hand when needed. They were all she had left. After she had finished, a vampire named Cyrus came.
"Hello Dante," a voice had said from the shadows.
"Who's there?" Her eyes looked around frantically, her body shivering in the cold.
A man had stepped from the shadows with a grin on his handsome face. He had long black hair tied in a tight braid running down his back. "Dante I'm here to offer you immortality and power beyond your wildest dreams. Give you a chance to reap your revenge on Blake."
She had dropped the bucket in her hands, the water splattering on the ground. "Really."
"Yes, though on one condition." He rose his hand out to her seductively.
"An-anything," by now Dante had fallen under his spell.
"I have you be my lover," his hand enclosed around hers. She agreed vigorously as he gathered her to him.
That night after her agreeing was a blank. It was as if he wiped her memory clean. The next day though, she saw the marks and somehow knew that this would be her last day as a mortal. When night came she was completely turned, and was surprised to learn that Damien was a vampire himself, a much older one.
As Dante neared the house she heard activity and knew Damien was waiting for her with updates from the Coven. It was probable news of the upcoming battle with Lykae. Lykae it made her shiver almost as much as Blake does.
"Dante there you are." A young man stated as he stepped out of the shadows.
Dante had just walked inside the mansion when he spoke to her. The room was dimly lighted and bare. "Ooh, hi Damien."
"Are you alright?" He asked concerned, "Your arm and side have a huge gash."
"I'm fine, don't worry. It'll heal by the 'morrow." She sighed, "Though don't get me wrong, these fight s have been getting bloody bad. Hell, I wonder how much longer I'll last."
His mouth said an Ooh before continuing on. "Zena has sent word on the upcoming battle."
"Ah I see." She replied.
The war with the Lykae has been going on for over a Millennia, since the beginning of Vampires and Lykae. The reason why the war began has long been forgotten, but the hatred never was.
"The Lykae have been spotted near Zesiu. Apparently planning to ambush Taesinuez and his cohort." Damien stared down athis hands and then back into Dante's eyes, "Zena has decided to send you into enemy territory to gather information on their movement. I'm sorry but you'll have to forget Blake for a while, along with your revenge."
"What," Dante said, "I'm not even qualified."
"Well, you now are."
Author's Note: So sorry it's short, but I only had a short break to think it up and type it. Hopefully I update it soon, but who knows how long it'll take. If you didn't know a Lykae is a Werewolf. Please REVIEW.
Zena- Zee'Na Damien- Day'Me'In
Litrouke: Thanks for you critique!
zombiedog001: That's pretty kool.