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beneaththeskin (beneaththeskin) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2009-09-06 21:33:00

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danté donovan, katy wilson

Saturday: February 9, 2008
Who: Katy and Dante
When: mid-afternoon
Where: Dungeon
What: Visiting the prisoner

Katy chewed on her thumb nail anxiously.

She had been released from the medical pavilion not to long after being admitted. Being a werewolf did have it's perks, like healing much faster than a normal human could. She had ended up spending a few days in her home though, and hadn't left for many reasons. But now her place was starting to become oppressively big for just one person. She found herself locking the doors and making sure the windows were latched, but she kept telling herself it wasn't because of him. Besides, he was locked up behind bars.

She put hand on her neck where he had tried choking her. How dare that psychotic bastard touch her. Katy refused be afraid of him.
Which was what brought her to the dungeon now. She removed her jacket and took a breath so she could talk to the elven guards. She hoped they would allow her to go down and see him. She hadn't been aware that quite a few people had already gone down a visited him already. Apparently he had quite a few female visitors.

Katy's brow furrowed at the idea of so many women coming to visit him. How many people had he threatened and/or stalked. She headed down into the holding cells with the elven guards close at hand, as they wouldn't allow her down without an escort. She had to cover her nose as the smell of little dead things seemed to linger in the cell.

She eyed the figured beyond the bars and narrowed her eyes, waiting for her pupils to get used to the lower lighting in the room. "Well look at you Douglas, or Dante. Whoever you are." She crossed her arms and eyed the silver bars warily. "Mhm. I knew they would lock you up like a caged animal."

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darkdevotion
2009-09-10 12:49 am UTC (link)

For someone who had kept a fairly solitary existence, and had done his damnedest to hide his murders from the public eye Dante was actually enjoying his recent bout with fame. His name was all over Helicharis, and it struck fear into the hearts of the citizens. He didn't know for sure, but he had deluded himself to believe as much. He was reveling in his ill-reputed fame even though he was behind silver bars.

Dante had received visitor after visitor since his incarceration, and each one of them had been a beautiful, dark-haired woman that he found to be worthy of his attention. If he were free he'd be out there watching each of them with unwavering focus. Katy was no different, and he had the advantage of having watched her before he was jailed. When she appeared he smiled widely like there was nothing wrong in the world. He found amusement in her words, and it was enough to make him chuckle. His voice bounced off the walls, and he chided his visitor with a repetitive 'tsk' sound.

"Well, I am a werewolf," he said to her with a shrug. "It's only a matter of time before I'm set free." He was so confident in that fact that any amount of time he spent in the dungeon wouldn't be difficult at all. He had managed to survive outside Elysium's gates for months before he was found so being in a jail cell was nothing compared to that.

"You know, I thought we had something special, you and me," he said as he slight cock of his head. "We did share some fun times in the snow, and I do have some really lovely pictures of you." He paused, and looked at her from the top of his eyes. His mouth twitched into a devious smirk. "Your pictures made me cum a few times, just so you know. If you stick around I'll give you a demonstration."

There was nothing but evil reflected in his features, and it was obvious that he was saying his words just to fuck with Katy's head. He liked to do that with girl's that showed spirit, and if there was anything that Dante like to do it was break strong-spirited women. It was like some sort of sadistic hobby, one that he liked to play even from behind bars.

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beneaththeskin
2009-09-10 04:44 am UTC (link)

Katy narrowed her eyes as she watched the smug look of self satisfaction cross his face. It annoyed her to no end. She was certain that having so many female visitors hadn’t helped keep Dante’s ego in check.

She eyed the silver bars warily, and returned her focus back on the prisoner behind them. “I believe that is the one thing you didn’t lie about. Well, I’m a werewolf too and you don’t see me attacking innocent people on the street. It’s like you wanted to get caught.”

From the way he had introduced himself to her, Katy felt like he was probably really good at keeping his secret before this. She hadn’t been worried at all that day in the snow and she had taken pictures of him as well, albeit her camera was less instant than his Polaroid.

“Special? How could we have something special? I don’t even know y...” Katy’s eyes widened in shock and disgust as he mentioned what he did with the photos he had taken of her that day in the snow. What was this man? How could he get off on pictures of her dressed from head to toe in winter clothing? Could he somehow have come back without her knowledge and taken more during more private moments? Thoughts spun wildly through her head as her mind kept trying to make sense of the situation.

“You...you sick son of a bitch.” She practically snarled at him and she moved closer to the bars, not close enough that she was in too much danger of touching them, and pointed her finger accusingly in between the bars at him. “I hope they throw away the fucking key to your cell. I hope you rot in here. You...”

She bit her lower lip and had to turn her eyes away from him. She knew he was trying to push her buttons, and he had done a very good job at it. She even snapped at him and said cruse words that had always felt wrong on her lips.

“So you kept those pictures, huh? How many do you have? How many other girls have you taken secret photos of?” Her voice was strained, but she tried to keep her tone under control.

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sorry for the wait

darkdevotion
2009-09-15 06:20 am UTC (link)

For a little while Dante tuned out Katy's voice completely. She was saying something about being a werewolf, but it wasn't important enough for Dante to pay attention to. He noticed her intense stare, and he returned it without a second thought. Most people couldn't take someone looking at them head on for very long, and Dante wondered how long it would take before Katy turned away.

Oh she was a fun visitor that was for sure, especially when he knew he hit a nerve with the lewd comment he made. His mouth twitched into something like a smile except it was devoid of any kindness, and he watched her squirm at the perverted thought he had shared with her. Dante said those words to get a reaction out of Katy, but that didn't mean they weren't true. He was a sexual deviant along with his long list of mental problems, and if he wasn't fucking some random girl he was probably jerking off to one of the many pictures on the wall of his bedroom.

Dante could see the strain on the girl's features, and it gave him some satisfaction to know that he was the cause of them. "Katy, Katy, Katy," he said with a shake of his head. "Jealousy is unbecoming a young woman like yourself. You shouldn't really worry about other girls or if I have pictures of them. Even if I did have others your pictures are the only one that I jack off to." It was a lie, but he said it for Katy's benefits just to see her reaction. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll be sure to give you lots of attention when I get out of here. I promise."

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It's ok ^_^

beneaththeskin
2009-09-15 09:20 am UTC (link)

She lowered her arms and her fists clenched at her sides. She looked at the elven guard who had followed her down to Dante's cell and absently wondered if he would hold him down so she could get one good punch in. Although it would probably have been in vain. She had put all of her force, which was more than expected seeing as she wasn't technically human anymore, behind the punch she had hit him with back in the market place, and that didn't seem to phase him at all.

"Jealous? Jealous of what? Your sick fantasy? I don't think so." She spoke through gritted teeth. She could feel the anger running through her veins mixed with something else. Was it fear? She wouldn't admit to that. Not to herself, and certainly not to him.

"Oh yeah? If I'm so special then what about Adrienne Conté? Why the hell did you attack her boyfriend and why would she try to sacrifice herself for him, huh?" She placed her hands on her hips, an action that was common for her and tilted her head as she watched him with narrowed eyes. Katy had met Adrienne a while back, and she liked the girl. She was friendly and the only other girl she had really met who she could possibly call a friend in this place so far.

She took a step backward when he mentioned seeing her after he was freed. "T-That will never happen." She mentally kicked herself for stuttering and not keeping her voice steady.

"There is no way you can escape from here. The bars are silver and even if you got past that, the guards would be on you in a minute." She really wished that sound less like she was trying to convince herself.

"I hope you enjoy Hell when you finally get there."

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darkdevotion
2009-09-18 01:09 am UTC (link)

Katy didn't have to admit anything that her pheromones didn't reveal. Dante could literally smell her fear; of course, the anger that was surging through her was a lot stronger. He wasn't intimidated by it though since she was just a female. It was Dante's way of looking at the world - women were naturally weak, and their place in life was to do the bidding of the men around them. He always exerted his dominance over them because he didn't believe they deserved more.

Dante twitched very slightly when Katy mentioned Adrienne. His relationship with the other female werewolf wasn't any business of Katy's, and there was a slight hint of anger glinting in his eyes. "So you're jealous of Adrienne? You want to be the only one who's special, is that it?" Though he was angry he managed to let out a devilish chuckle. He was working very hard to not let his temper get the better of him during this meeting. "Let's not talk about Adrienne," he said. "Since this is a-about y-you." He was mocking her stutter to show that he had noticed. Dante knew he had gotten to her.

The bars were an issue; there was no doubt about that, but Dante was determined to find a way out of his silver cage. This was a momentary bump in the road. A minor hazard. It was nothing that would stop him in the end.

He smiled at Katy, a wicked curling of lips coupled with narrowed eyes. "Hell's on earth, darlin', and I like it just fine."

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beneaththeskin
2009-09-18 04:50 am UTC (link)

The hairs on the back of Katy's neck stood up in warning. She had ignored her instinct about him the first time they had met. It had seemed trivial at the time, but now she could feel exactly how dangerous he could be. The bars of silver that currently kept the other, more powerful werewolf at bay hardly seemed reassuring at the moment.

"Adrienne is a friend of mine. And who would even want your attention?" She hissed at him through her teeth. She might have to find something to hit before she went back home. She was so wound up that currently she would give anything to have a gun loaded with a silver bullet like in the movies.

Katy took a deep breath and shut her eyes to calm herself down. All this man was doing was trying to get to her and she was letting him. She opened her eyes again so that she wasn't being blinded by rage anymore. "If that's what it's about, then why me? What the hell did I ever do to gain your interest?"

"It's people like you who make it hellish here. I'll do everything I can to see that you stay put in here were you belong." She eyed him defiantly. There was no way she would ever walk away quietly into the night. She would fight tooth and nail.

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darkdevotion
2009-09-19 01:53 am UTC (link)

Dante learned early in his life to not ignore the innate instincts of a werewolf. They were there for a reason, and they were hardly ever wrong. But that was something that Katy would have to learn in her own time, and were she a little more compliant Dante would have gladly taught her, but only after she submitted to him. Surrender of body, mind and spirit was the only way Dante would accept a fighter like Katy.

"You want my attention. It's why you're here, isn't it? You can't stand the thought of not seeing me," he answered. He grinned toothily, his sharp canines a little more pronounced now than before. He did enjoy fucking with people, and Katy was giving him plenty of ammunition. "Why not you," he threw back at her in return. It was a nonchalant answer, and Dante had no intention of clarifying it further.

Her words meant little to him, and he sighed very loudly to feign sadness. "Sticks and stones, Katy. Sticks and stones." He looked over at her from the corner of his eyes, and stepped forward to the bars to wrap his fingers around them. "I won't be in here forever," he said as his fleshed burned. He pulled away before any real damage could be done, and smirked at her. "Just you wait and see."

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beneaththeskin
2009-09-19 05:29 am UTC (link)

Katy was still very much a human infected with the werewolf's virus. She rarely felt that she was two people now, herself and the werewolf and she had gotten into the habit of trying to keep the human part separate from the lycan. But neither her human form or the wolf quite understood Dante or his motives. Katy wasn't sure he actually had any at all. Though, surrender of any kind was the last thing on her mind.

She shook her head. "I'm here because I wanted answers. Why exactly would I want your attention? You beat on kids that are half your size. You tossed that boy around like he was a rag doll. And for what?"

"And as for wanting to see you, you certainly are sure of yourself. Aside from that time in the snow and until I found out what you really were, I never saw you. That seems like a pretty extensive amount of time for me to be pinning away about not seeing you."

She stepped back again as he moved toward her and wrapped his hands around the silver bars. She covered her nose at the smell of burning flesh. It was strong and hurt her heightened senses. She could feel her eyes start to water from it and she looked from his burning hands up at him.

Katy had been too afraid to touch sliver ever since she had been turned. There had been a few times shaking someone's hands while they were wearing rings, or hugging someone who wore a silver necklace where she had been burned by accident, but she had always pulled away quickly. It had been extremely painful. How could he just hold the bars like that?

"You will be if I have anything to say about it."

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sorry again for the wait

darkdevotion
2009-09-25 02:31 am UTC (link)

Dante began his descent into lunacy when he was just a young boy. He was a monster long before he was infected with the lycanthropy virus; becoming a werewolf only made it easier to continue with his past time. Dante didn't need anyone to understand his motives just so long as he could justify it in his own mind. And he always did - it was the way a sociopathic mind worked.

"I know you wanted to see me," he said. Dante was very sure of himself, and it was for one reason alone. "If you didn't want to see me then why are you here?" He looked left, then right down the hallway. He was the only one in the dungeons as far as he knew. "There's no one else in here for you to visit, is there?" A low, rumbling chuckle came from his throat. He didn't think Katy could counter his statement, and if she did it wouldn't matter. He would think of something else to say to her.

Silver wasn't a big deal to Dante, not unless it got into his body. He could handle touching silver, and it didn't bother him if he became scarred. He had many many scars all over his body; some from silver some from other things. Pain wasn't an issue with the werewolf, and he could take quite a beating before he would ever give up.

He smirked at her. "If you keep saying that it might come true." There was sarcasm in his voice. Pure mockery of her confidence. "Whatever helps you sleep better at night, honey."

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No problem ^_^

beneaththeskin
2009-09-28 08:01 am UTC (link)

"You certainly are full of yourself. Someone should relieve you of the horrible burden of your ego." She crossed her arms steeling herself and approached the bars again. She sneered at him and his cocky attitude lit the fire under her. She was tired of allowing him to intimidate her.

"Alright. Maybe I did come here to see you, but not for the reasons you think. This isn't exactly a social call. Or maybe that's exactly what it is. How is it in your little silver box? Cozy?" Katy's hazel eyes were a very sharp green today. How had it come to be that he the prisoner was mocking her? He was the one who was stuck here, deprived of his freedom. He deserved it, and if what he was saying was true about the stalking and the pictures, then he deserved a hell of a lot more.

While she was impressed and shocked by his lack of concern around silver, she decided she needed to ignore it, or shake it off otherwise she might dwell too much on it. He could still be pierced by it anyways, just like herself. It wasn't like he was immune to it, but something in her made her wonder exactly how old of a werewolf was Dante anyways. He was able to transform even without the aid of the full moon, something that she hadn't even thought about accomplishing. It was worth a shot to ask. "How long have you been a lycanthrope?"

"I'm sure it will, knowing that you're in here." She wondered if she would ever really be able to sleep well again, now that she had met Dante. He even knew that she was alone in this place with few friends. She had told him as much the first time they had met. She shouldn't have been so open about her situation with a complete stranger.

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darkdevotion
2009-09-29 04:10 am UTC (link)

The girl kept talking. Talk talk talk. Blab blab blab. Her words started to blur together after the first second or so. Dante tuned her out the best he could, but some words still bled through. Horrible ego. I did come to see you. Cozy, silver box. It didn't make sense when it came in small spurts, but by then the image of seeing Katy bleed out had taken over his mind. He imagined the girl on her knees in front of him. Naked, and bound and gagged. Her eyes were seeping crimson life force in a steady stream like the other cuts on her body. It was a beautiful scene, and it existed in his mind until the moment she asked him how long he had been a werewolf.

He looked at her with dark eyes, and stepped closer to the bars. "Long enough to know that you haven't even hit the 10 year mark yet." Dante really had no clue, but he made his guess with confidence to throw off his visitor. "Why do you want to know? Oh - I get it." He began to pace back and force in front of the bars. "You want to know how long it'll take before you're as strong as I am, right?"

Dante chuckled. For all of Katy's protest that she hated him the lycan had the feeling that the girl was intrigued by him as well. Oh what a protégé she could have been if she weren't so hell bent on being good. She wasn't that malleable though, and she would fight against his influence tooth and nail.

"You keep saying that like I'm going to be in here forever." He shook his head, and let out a short laugh. "Better get an extra lock on your door, sweetheart or else the Boogie Man'll come for you." He laughed longer now, throwing his head back in amusement, and his voice echoed throughout the entire dungeon.

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beneaththeskin
2009-09-29 07:39 am UTC (link)

It was hopeless trying to talk to him. She could tell that he was tuning out most of what she said. She certainly wasn't as talented as Clarice Starling in "Silence of the Lambs". But then again he certainly wasn't Hannibal Lecter either. She hoped not anyway. He hadn't tried to eat the kid he had been tossing around that night.

"Well how could you possibly have guessed that? Oh wait, maybe it was because I fucking told you when we met that I have only been one for eight years." There she went again. She hated that word so much, but his annoying laughter sparked her anger again. She clearly remembered reassuring the person he pretended to be, Douglas, by trying to tell him about her experiences after eight years of being a werewolf.

She hated the way he spoke as if those experiences didn't matter at all. She spent years and put hard work into becoming what she was now. In fact she still focused on it and meditated on a daily basis to continue gaining control over the beast within her. It all seemed so endless. Could he really blame her if she was interested in the things he might be able to teach her despite how he otherwise repelled her?

"It's been a long time since I believed in the boogieman, but I guess if he ever decides to make an appearance in my home I'll have to do something about it. You know, like gouge his eyes out." She tilted her head and watched him laugh. He reminded her of a hyena.

"Well if all you're going to do is try to scare me more, I think I'll leave. You've been anything but helpful. Have a nice time with your little dead friends." She eyed the lifeless corpses of a few rats that were apparently missing their heads. She had thought that cruel, but apparently he probably couldn't care less. So what would be the point in bringing up?

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darkdevotion
2009-10-02 03:29 am UTC (link)

Maybe Katy had mentioned how long she had been a werewolf, maybe she hadn't. Dante didn't care. He shrugged at her words, and rolled his eyes. Her existence meant very little to him at the moment even though that wasn't the case when he was free. He had spent a fair amount of time watching her, and taking photos of her. He wanted to approach her again, and try to get closer to her, but his attention had been preoccupied with Dione, and Adrienne. But Katy's presence in the dungeon did please the demented werewolf since it was obvious he made an impact on her in one way or another.

"You think you're strong enough to gouge out anyone's eyes?" He laughed at her words, and her demeanor. She was trying to come across as strong, and unafraid, and Dante believed that she was neither. His inflated ego made him believe that he could take on anyone at anytime, and threats from little girls like Katy were only made for his entertainment. "Give yourself another 20 years, cupcake, and then you might be strong enough to do some damage." More laughter resonated in the dungeon as he returned to his seat.

"Scare you? I think I've done more than that," he said nonchalantly. "And by the way," he said with a hint of a smile. "Sweet dreams tonight." He winked at her, and slumped back into his chair. He began to hum a tune - the theme song for the Andy Griffith Show - and closed his eyes.

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Fin

beneaththeskin
2009-10-08 06:16 pm UTC (link)

She gritted her teeth. This man was beyond egotistical and mad. She wanted to scream out of frustration, but instead took a deep breath and centered herself as well as she could in the hostile environment. She shut her eyes to block out the image of the man who was causing such discord in her life and tried to dose the fire roaring within her.

He thought she was weak. Well maybe she was when compared to him. 20 years he said; that would put her well into her 40s. Exactly how old was he? He certainly didn't look like he could be in his late 40s or 50s. No. She shook her head. She wouldn't ask anymore questions of him, no matter how curious she was to know the answers. He wouldn't tell her anyways and she didn't know how much longer she could stand his presence.

"Oh, Don't worry. I'll have wonderful dreams knowing your here." She pulled up the tattered pieces of her courage and her pride and made an effort to look as if the things he had said and hinted at hadn't bothered her in the least bit as she walked out of the dungeon, chin up to the sound of his decidedly creepy humming. She wasn't sure if she would be able to think of the Andy Griffith Show without hearing him in the background.

"Bastard..." She muttered under her breath and wondered if she would be able to sleep at all tonight.

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