Blood, Power, And Rage Later

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Dante's travels in the future.

Submitted: December 02, 2009

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Up the hills above the city stood a mansion. The house was magnificent, absolutely amazing. All around the perimeter of the house was a garden, which held the most beautiful of flowers. Up the walls were vines twisting and turning, attempting to strangle one another. The house held sixty-three rooms, in total, inside of four stories.

Outside the grounds stood a very pale man. Standing in almost complete darkness where he was most comfortable. The man wore all black, a tight long sleeve shirt which accentuated his sleek body, cargo pants with many pockets and boots that went half way up his shin. The dark figure had long black hair reaching to his chest. The man’s name was Dante.

Dante walked up to the front gate and grabbed a couple bars in his hands. He felt the cool metal on his skin; it seemed all he could feel was cold. Blocked by the darkness he pulled the two bars away from each other with ease. After the gap he created was big enough he walked through in the direction of the house.

The light showing from the windows made the darkness thicker which was better. Dante cracked his knuckles as he walked, he didn’t know what to expect. The most light came from the front double doors which were huge; it could fit three of him across and two of him up.

Once at the door Dante took a deep breath which could not help his nerves, it was only habit. The man reached out his hand and knocked. After a few seconds he could hear foot steps descending what sounded like a big stair case. The door on the right opened to reveal a young woman about twenty-five years old with a slim figure also wearing all black. She wore a tank top which out lined her flat stomach and small breasts, tight stockings and a mini skirt which did not hide her long shinny legs. The girl’s hair was black with red roots and the length of her face.

“Who are you?” The girl asked raising an eyebrow.

“I’m Dante, a friend of your mother. Is she here?” Dante asked with a friendly smile.

“Yeah come in while I get her,” the girl said opening the door wider.

As Dante walked in to the gorgeous house the woman pointed to a comfy looking chair and began her march up the red carpeted stairs in front of the door. The walls of the mansion were covered in all kinds of paintings, everything from abstract to portraits. The walls had champagne colored wall paper.

Dante did not sit down, he stood and waited until he heard a pair of footsteps and a voice saying something like “who is Dante?” Once the girl and an older woman appeared at the head of the stairs he ran up with blinding speed. At the top of the stairs the women stood dumbstruck as Dante grabbed her and sunk his teeth into her neck and sucked on her veins.

The daughter tried to scream but she found she was too terrified, even to run. Once the mother was unconscious Dante lunged at the girl and did her the same as her mother. Dante dragged both of the women into the living room and set them on the couch.

Dante left the room to find the husband. So far everything was good, nothing unexpected. He turned the corner to a man slightly bigger then him swinging a baseball bat.  The man’s size didn’t matter to Dante. After Dante ducked the clumsily swung bat he punched the man in the stomach and then again in the face which knocked him out cold.

 

The three family members all woke up sitting on the couch with Dante staring at them. Dante leaned to the left and rested his head on his hand with his hair covering half of his face. The daughter started to silently weep and the mother put her arm around her.

“Don’t worry I’m not here for you.” Dante said, “I’m looking for the witch.”

“What witch?” The father asked. “I’ll have you know the cops are on their way.”

“So?”

The man said no more and listened to Dante.

“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I know that you know what witch I’m talking about.” Dante pointed at the daughter which made her cringe. “I will take her until you can get me the witch.”

Before the parents could say a word Dante and the girl were out of their seats and he was dragging her out of the room by her hair. The father got to his feet and started running at Dante. The man quickly froze mid step because Dante had picked the girl up and held a knife to her throat.

“If you don’t do what I say she will die and it will be no where near as pretty as my new play toy,” Dante licked the daughter’s cheek and walked out of the room.


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