What was with today? Dante rubbed the rest of the water from his hair before tossing the towel aside and slipping a simple black knit sweater on. He already had his khakis on, of course, before leaving his room. He still couldn't believe he cried. He didn't sob, didn't quiver, but the tears still ran.

He rubbed his tired eyes for a moment before heading downstairs. Some booze would do him good...

Rain tumbled free, wearing her hair in a long loose ponytail for once as she’d been reading all day and wanted to keep the longer strands out of her face. She’d been looking at some old magic texts she’d stolen from the warlock after killing him, no reason to leave them to waste after all, to predict the warlocks spells. She’d figured some of the guard spells he’d use but she needed a break, her throat was dry and painful.

Rain made her way toward the kitchen, pausing only as she saw Dante. She glanced at his hair, seeing the moisture. “Wash all my cooties off you yet.” She teased, though her voice held a certain apologetic note and her gaze was lowered to show she was still aware of where she kicked him. Heading towards the kitchen nearby for coffee she paused briefly, inwardly suppressing any guilt. She’d needed to know…otherwise they would have used a typical spell and Dante would be dead…

The warlock knew his time was running out. He needed to act face to make Rain his once more. No, this was just far too convenient.

Dante looked to Rain as she passed, though, suddenly moved. He shoved his left arm right into her chest and slammed here against the wall. Hell, this move was enough to knock the mind out of her, if not snap a few bones. With that, he quickly moved, both hands grasping Rain's hands tight in a vice grip against the wall as he shoved his pelvis against hers, his legs fitting sweetly between hers. "Mmhh... sadly. I'll need to collect more, now, won't I?" He grinned wickedly and moved close before she could respond, pressing his lips against hers in a rough kiss.

Rain had not quite expected such a sudden take over, thinking she’d see some warnings in his eyes. She would see nothing, however, and simply have a sudden collision with a wall. A soft whimper escaped her as she heard a small crack in her shoulder. It was likely just a fracture, but enough to stun her and keep her from reacting in time.

She let out a soft whimper of pain, about to yell something at him when he kissed her and she felt herself fall into a brief panic. No…her hands… Not him… How did she not notice in time? She felt adrenalin and fear quicken her heart beat and squirmed, pulling at her hands as she tried to pull free. “G…get away from me bastard...” She hissed, managing to wrench her lips free of his long enough but finding her kick could not reach where she wanted.

Emeriya

Emeriya woke up, smiling, remembering her night with Rain. Stretching her arms she slipped on a bra and black tight camisole, througihng on some underwear, black skinny jeans and her kneehigh boots. Feeling lighter then air she slide down the banister of the stairs and hopped off the end. Hearing voices from the kitchen she smiled and said as she turned the corner.
"Good Mor-!"
She froze, her eyes on Rain, and...Dante? KISSING?!?! Her eyes went black and she launched herself at Dante.
"BASTARD!"

"Like Hell." He breathed with a good minty freshness back at her. He grinned again and moved to her neck, kissing and licking at it lustfully. He wanted this; he wanted it more than anything else. He had the power to show just how how power he had over this woman. He couldn't do anything. She was submissive, and would always be that way.

Then something hit him. His eyes went wide in shock as, in the next moment, he collided with the floor. He refused to let Rain go, though, bringing her to the floor with him. He looked up at the woman that had talked him, releasing Rain and instead, shoving his hands into the vampire's face in attempt to shove her off of him. "Sh-Shit! I don't want to be bit again! Get control of-" There was a delay, but in the next moment, everything came to him. He'd blacked out, but the situation seemed obvious. He was holding Rain, his lips felt wet, and he was being attacked by yet ANOTHER vampire... Guilt rushed through him as he tried to squirm free of the obviously overpowering figure.

Emeriya

Emeriya's black void eyes were glaring down at him, her hand at his neck, pinning him to the ground.
"What the FUCK do you think you're DOING?!"
She was blind, with anger, hate, and...jealousy? She started to clutch his throat, she wanted to kill him. Once she felt this man was going to be the death of her, with the overpowering scent of his blood, but now, she wanted to be the death of him. She wanted to make him suffer, for as long as possible.
"dont you ever..."
She was leaning down towards his face, her eyes boring into his, anyone could feel the anger and fury rolling off her.
"..ever!...touch her again..."

Rain could barely breath for the panic filling her. She could squirm, and fight but she couldn’t get free… Only her determination not to please him kept her from screaming at the top of her lungs or tears from forming in her eyes. As he licked and kissed at her neck she hissed in a breath of air, shivering slightly as that had always been one of the most sensitive parts of her body. If it had been anyone but the warlock it might have been pleasant, but knowing it was him made it only make her want curl up in a ball and cry. “Stop….” She whispered only to find herself saved by a particular person she was always happy to see but even more so now.

She pulled back, pushing with her arms and legs away from the two. She shivered, letting a single tear fall as she heard dante and knew he was in control….and the warlock restrained once more. As she looked up at the two she realized Emeriya’s pure fury. Slowly she went to his side, wrapping her arms around her lovers shoulders. “I…It’s not his fault, He didn’t do it Emeriya…. It isn’t him, It’s that ….that bastard hiding inside him. Don’t hurt Dante…. That bastard would simply get joy out of that…” She then kissed Emeriya's cheek to try and calm her, her hands still shaking from her earlier helplessness.

He couldn't breath! Fear jolted down Dante in every direction. His mind spun as pictures of his mother tortured him. 'Sto- Stop...' He could only mouth the words. He couldn't use his voice at all!

Everything grew dimmer. There was no one there. It was all hollow. His eyes rolled up to the ceiling, staying there as his lids fluttered. This was... pathetic. But, it would all be over soon. He could forget everything and move towards the comforting darkness.

Emeriya

Emeriya was still consumed by anger, and couldn't hear rain. The blood in her head was pounding too hard against her skull. Yet when she felt Rain's lips on her cheek her instict fell flat and she quickly turned to Rain, her eyes the perfect emerald green. Looking down at Dante she let go, what had come over her..?
"D..Dante?"
She knelt next to him...how badly was he hurt, she couldnt remember much...she put a hand on his forehead. She let her engery flow through him, just enough to bring him back to conciousness..she knew he hated healing...so she wouldn't do the whole job..
"Dante..."
She looked up at Rain with pleading eyes.
"..i...im..s-sorry...."
This wasnt the first time shes almost killed someone...would it be the last?...Maybe she should leave..Parting from Rain would kill her...but she'd rather that, then her accidently killing Rain...her love..

The force was released; finally! Dante gasped and held a hand over his throat. His head spun as the sudden intake of oxygen. His body was numb, his eyes were distant, and healing did shit to help him. After all, healing strengthened and fixed things. Dante was only lacking oxygen.

His eyes fluttered again, having become completely distant from the world. What had happened? He didn't care. He wanted to sleep, but at the same time he was full of energy. He pushed himself up, wobbling quite a bit before reaching up to nervously brush the hair from his face. It was then he'd finally noticed just how much his hands were shaking.

He stared at them, his eyes wide and paranoid. He was scared. He couldn't stand it- he didn't want anymore of this. Shivers ran through his body has his vision fogged up with images of that woman. That was all that was there anymore; his mother. He breathed staggeringly, lowering his head and gripping the back of it with his hands, trying to comfort himself, trying to ignore the visions and forget. He needed to forget to keep himself sane. But yet, what was the definition of 'sane?' 'Normalcy?' Such a thing didn't exist. Then... everyone was insane.

As Dante lost consciousness Rain raised a hand to protect him only to have Eme respond. She watched her begin to pump energy into her, moving over to raise a hand to touch Emeriya’s shoulder. “It…It’s okay. If you hadn’t….something bad might have happened…. He wasn’t in control….” Rain said in a tired way, reaching down to touch Dante’s hair in a gentle way. “….This isn’t your fault or his….. Its mine…I brought HIM here…”

Then Dante rose to sit up and Rain breathed a sigh of relief, looking over at him. Rain was doing her best to restrain her own shaking, simply looking towards him a moment. “Dante? Are you okay?” She asked quietly, pretty sure it was him now as he looked as scared as she’d felt. There had to be a way to get that warlock the hell out of him….before Dante lost his mind.

Emeriya

Emeriya ignored the two, silently, going over her thoughts in her head. She stared at the ground Dante had been laying on, blankly, with no emotion.
Thats all i can do...I cant stay here anymore... she thought.
She glanced up at Rain, her throat slightly choking, she was about to cry...but she forced the tears back.
I have to leave her to keep her safe...but I need to wait..until that monster is out of Dante. I'll protect her from that...thing...Then...I'll keep my inner promise not to hurt her...by leaving..
Slowly rising from her knelt position she left the kitchen, so quiet and quick no one would notice her leave. However as she passed Rain she let her fingertips gently stroke the other's hair, unnoticably. Breathing in the scent she had grown to love so much. She whispered so low no one could her but herself.
"im sorry..."
Then she was out of the room, she ascended the spiral stairs, all the was up to the 4th floor. When there she climbed out one of the windows and climbed to the roof. As she sat she thought of how...how she could seperate herself from Rain...how she could bear to let her go...It was then..in the solitude of the roof...she allowed herself to finally cry.

Dante didn't recover. There was no one there. Old bruises and pains from his past burned with every memory as he closed his eyes. "S-Stop... Stop it..." His breathing grew erratic as his heart pounded in his chest. This was no longer his own psyche forcing him to feel like this. This was another force, throwing his rage out of his pathetic puppet.

Everything only continued to worsen; his heart pounded in his ears and he practically gasped for breath. There was the woman's cream, always so loud, always right at him. It wounded his ears as he moved his hands quickly to cup them, though that hardly stopped it from becoming louder and louder and higher pitched. "STOP!"

Rain felt she’d left only once she was out of the room, the comforting energy she’d grown to lean on gone with the one who held it… Emeriya. She looked to the stairs, biting her lip as she shakily stood. She wanted to run to her, do anything. Her train of thought, however, was stopped by a scream.

She looked to Dante, worried. She felt fear, but ultimately what always won out…won out. She cared for him so had to find what was wrong, simple as that. She went to him and gripped his wrists gently so she could see his face, her mismatched eyes wide. “Dante, Dante it’s okay, what is he doing to you?” She hadn’t meant to yell the last, yet she did. The wizard…what else could be hurting Dante like this? No…He was just panicking like she was….or she was praying fruitlessly.

The visions stopped for only a moment with oh, so perfect timing. Dante's eyes looked to Rain's immediately in horror as she reached for him. All the warning bells in his head went off as he suddenly swung his hands behind him and moved himself back away from her. He felt his back run right into something hard, forcing him to stop, but the pain hardly registered. "Get back!"

His voice was shaky and whimpery, but it attempted to be strong. He had to try and seem threatening in order to fend off the women, right? Strong... strength... he hardly knew such a thing. "Stay back, mom..." In Rain's place was that grinning, wicked blond woman. She didn't care for him, she used him only as a punching bag. To her, he was nothing more than an extra mouth. Like she'd ever cook properly for anyone but dad, anyways.

Rain shivered at the pain in her shoulder as her hands knocked into each other rather then resting on his wrist as planned. She bit her lip to turn her only sound to be a small whimper as she stepped forward slowly, her hands off to the side to show no negativity was intended. “Dante… It’s rain, your mother’s not here…. Please listen….” She whispered in a tragic tone, trying to reach him. She winced as she put her hands on either side of him so he would stay still, thinking absently she’d definitely hurt her shoulder more then she thought and would have to heal it later… after she got Dante to wake up.

Emeriya

Emeriya's eyes kept leaking, there was no stop. Breathing slowly she tried to calm herself down, she stood. Her vision was blurred, she looked up at the moon, a moon she'd looked at many times before, yet it always had no answers for her. Looking down she saw how high she was...how easily it could be to fall...She breath, actually contemplating it, it wouldnt kill her, after all, she was half vampire, immortality came with the gene discription. Unless beheaded, dismembered and burned she really couldnt die, just be wounded for a short about of time and thne heal. The pain would be welcoming though...showing her that there was a part of her that wasnt a monster...that wasnt a killer. It was not all she was..

[[toooo lazy to read what's going on xD]]

Arina woke in the cave, her last memories of being with Ti. She looked around a bit sleepily, still nude. She blushed a little grabbing the torn up nighty. It wasn't much but it'd be enough to get back to her room. She put it on and moved to the mouth of the cave, her wings were still out and she took to the skies flying rather quickly landing on her balcony and walking into the room. Immediately she went to her closet and changed into a warm dress. She then did her hair and made her way down the steps to the bar pouring herself a cup of tea.

He shoved his feet hard against the floor, shoving his back against the counter behind him. She was nearing him. She had something in hand. What was it? What was... a rolling pin? His eyes settled in the imaginary item, caught in shock. He felt like he was seven years old again. This was just... unfair.

He saw he hands come forward, though his brain registered something different than what had happened. The woman's hands swung up and came down at him. He tensed and went to reached up and stop it, but there was nothing to stop.

The item went straight through him, and a moment later he felt a warmth on his shoulders. It was the after effects. His arms were numb; no... they were covered in blood. That was it. He looked down at himself for only a moment before shock came over him again. It was all over him. Blood. Immediately his mother seemed distant as the Warlock rubbed this into his face. He could smell the overpowering stench of blood; a sea of it. It was everywhere. And, right before him; no, leaning on him was a corpse. He panicked and shoved it off of him before rolling to the side and backing away. No, it wasn't just that one, they were everywhere. He'd killed so many, he'd seen so many. Why was he trapped with them? Why couldn't he let get and forget. "G-Get off..." He whimpered as he rubbed at the blood on him, trying desperately to clean it, but it only spread further. It would never come out.

(They're in the kitchen. xD )

Gabriel

Gabriel's eyes shot open, hearing screaming downstairs, shoving on pants he ran, leaping down the stairs with a thud and running to the kitchen. Swiftly he went to Dante, kneeling next to him, looking down at him and to Rain.
"What happened?"
He glared down at Dante, what the fuck? He put a hand on Dante's shoulder, and tried to make Dante look at him.
"Dante...Dante! Look at me!"
He grabbed Dante's chin forcing the other to look into his eyes, his deep blue slightly worried eyes.

[[oookie]]

Arina heard the voice from the kitchen. And watched as an Unfamiliar male ran past her. She peeked in watching the scene not really knowing what to do. "Uh...." She let out setting her cup down on the counter next to her. "I uh, what is going on in here?" she asked doubting she'd really be able to help.

Rain bit her lip as she saw the torture on his face, wrapping her arms around Dante. She’d never thought she’d hug Dante, and she’d much rather hug Emeriya, but she had to snap him out of it. She pushed a little energy into him, hoping to strengthen him as this was all she could do without triggering any traps the warlock had laid for her……and she knew him well enough to know he had.

“Dante…….. Please….whatever your seeing isn’t real…..wake up!….” She stepped aside as the vampire arrived, placing a hand against her eyes. “… I think something might be attacking him mentally…” She sighed, suppressing the urge to scream in frustration.






Amoni had just entered as Arina entered the seen. She had always been drawn to the moon and had been turning her silver eyes to the sky. She had watched a woman enter and hoped that perhaps she knew something. Lovely as the couch was Amoni would rather like a room. She walked towards Arina, giving her a deep and formal bow. “Hello miss, Would you happen to know how I would go about getting a room.?” She then looked to the others, seeing them a moment. Mentally attacked? Now this was a strange place…

He was able to get a good look at the corpse. This corpse... his mom? With haunted eyed and a bullet through the side of her skull, the brain splatter and blood tracing her face and body haunted her. No matter how much of a bitch she was to him, the sight was disturbing. He was frozen; speechless. His eyes went dim as his mother's corpse wrapping around him and held him still.

There was another figure moving. Dante say the ripples in the ocean of blood before looking hopefully up at the figure. His expression fell at the site. Were, standing with a blasted open face for an exit gunshot wound, stood the blond messy topped father. His eyes went wide again. They didn't follow the figure as it moved next to him. Even as the figure forced him to look at it, his expression didn't budge.

His father; the one person that respected Dante the most and gave him the most; the one being that didn't abuse Dante but allowed him to be selfish himself. Why... why did it come back to haunt him.

((Ok so something totally fun is about to happen with Rin.))