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Danté (darkdevotion) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2008-11-09 23:58:00

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danté donovan, hayate ishikawa

Saturday: October 27, 2007
Who: Dante and Hayate
When: Late night
Where: The Wine Bar
What: A not so usual encounter

The cold shadows of the night were the places that Dante normally roamed. They were his own haven, his home away from home, whenever he needed to stalk his prey. He could function in the daylight - he could seem perfectly normal in the light of day. But looks, as the saying went, could be deceiving, and deception was the name of Dante's game. He played the roles that other people wanted to see in order to ensure his survival. He was an expert at hiding in plain sight; after all, who suspected the man who acted like he had nothing to hide?

Dante found himself 'hiding' at the Wine Bar once more, sipping on ale and eying the women in the bar. Eliza was missing, and her absence reminded him of the times they spent together indulging in their carnal desires. Despite the fact that it was the day after the full moon, and Dante normally found himself calm after its wake, he was unusually jittery. The voice in his head hadn't stopped whispering to him, playing upon the urges that could no longer remain dormant. They needed to be released, and though he had done plenty of hunting the night before, his claws and fangs still thirsted for blood.

He dismissed the impulses for now, submitting to the ache in his bones and muscles that told him he still needed rest. Lycanthropic healing did little for the nights where he was especially rough. He had slept from the moment he returned to his cottage that morning, until the very late evening. It didn't do a damn thing for him. He still hurt, and he was still tired. So why was he even out at the Wine Bar when he should have been at home resting? It was the voice from the dark abyss of his soul that aggravated the itch to do more than just lie around.

The lycanthrope nursed his ale, and ordered a double shot of whiskey to wash it down. The woman sitting at the bar next to Dante kept glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes. Even if he was half-way to being drunk he could still tell when a woman was giving him a once-over. He smiled at her, "You keep staring at me, and you'll burn a hole in my head." The woman giggled, and turned in her seat to face him. Maybe the night wouldn't be a waste if he could go home with this girl and get lucky.

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splitimpulse
2008-11-10 02:20 am UTC (link)

Hayate was a prowler of the night as much as Danté. He normally did not visit a place twice and so close together, but the weather was losing its temperate breeze and The Tiki Hut no longer held as much customers as it had during the warmer months. The beautiful Eliza was indeed missing from the scenery, but Hayate could not say he cared much about the loss. The barmaid had not been anything special, just another decoration on the wall. However, once he spotted the other man in The Wine Bar, his attention drew solely toward the familiar face.

He saw the woman showing an interest in Danté, and a devious upward curl of his lips came to his face as the idea of disrupting the fine moment between Danté and the female came to mind. Abandoning his table and chair, Hayate used his glamour to soften his face and cause his skin to glimmer with the fainest sheen. His hair slowly seemed to grow out a little, becoming all the better to frame the delicate appearance of his face. Hayate walked right up to the other side of Danté, opposite of the woman, and sidled himself into the bar stool beside the man as his arm rested lightly around Danté's shoulders in a seductive manner.

Leaning his head over the bar, Hayate ran his tongue over the top row of his teeth and made a show of being very much interested in Danté — in that way. "Baby," he purred in a sensual tone, loud enough for the woman to hear, "I've been looking all over for you." It was directed at Danté, but the benefit was meant for the woman. She would leave as soon as she thought Danté was tied up with him. In fact, Hayate watched with personal glee as she drew her eyebrows together and made a face at the both of them. Picking up her drink, she took it and left the bar to leave the two of them alone with each other. Hayate leaned in close to Danté's ear. "Oh, now look at that," Hayate mused as he watched her walk away. "You've broken her little heart."

The vampire turned his bright blue eyes, sparkling with inward amusement, onto Danté as he smiled with all of the smugness that he felt in that moment. He leaned away from the other man, making a show of letting his hand linger on Danté's shoulder before pulling it completely away. "Hmmm," Hayate hummed in his throat, resting an elbow on the bar as his hand trifled aimlessly in the air. "How long has it been since we've had a proper chat, you and I?"

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darkdevotion
2008-11-10 11:12 am UTC (link)

His focus was skewed, and he hadn't even realized that Hayate was approaching him until the arm slipped around his shoulders. Dante looked at the visitor from the corner of his eyes, bristling at the words that the vampire spoke. The discomfort was apparent, a rare moment when Dante's composure had been broken. The woman who had shown interest in Dante left him immediately, and Hayate continued to rub salt into the wound with his words. The lycanthrope took a deep breath, regaining some semblance of calm when the vampire released himself from him to speak.

"Fancy seeing you here," he said before he threw back another shot. He slammed the glass back on the counter and leaned away from the vampire. "You're a bastard, you know that, right?" He shook his head, wanting nothing more than to take this guy someplace dark to teach him a lesson. But he kept that compulsion at bay, choosing instead to hope - if he had ever hoped for anything in his life - that the vampire would just go away. There was a look of cold steel within Dante's eyes, and he continued to glare at the vampire.

"How's that pretty little thing of yours doing, by the way?" He lifted the newly refilled glass into his hand, and swirled the liquid slowly. "Chris, wasn't it? I think I saw her the other day with that dog of hers. She looks good," he mused. "Really filling out. I should say hi to her the next time I see her. Take her out for ice cream, or something." He shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, and sipped his drink. He'd invite the vampire to join him for a drink, but he really wasn't in the mood at that moment.