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Danté (darkdevotion) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2009-10-05 16:03:00

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danté donovan, dione castel

Tuesday: February 12, 2008
Who: Dante and Dione
When: Around 2 AM
Where: Dione's cottage
What: Dante comes around to take the rest of his possessions

For the first time since his arrival Dante felt as if everything was falling into place. He had Adrienne nestled away in a cave at the furthest reaches of Elysium, and as far as he could tell no one had yet been alerted to her disappearance. He half expected for there to be guards, and townspeople running about looking for the missing girl, but the town was quiet as he stalked back within its boundaries. The silence brought a smile to his face, and without hesitation he made his way toward the water bungalows.

Though Dante had already taken Adrienne there was one more thing he needed to take with him. Another person he had claimed as a possession. Dione’s water bungalow was dark, but he found his way inside through an unlocked window. Sneaking around was easy for the lycanthrope, and he felt most comfortable in its element. The shadows were his friend, and his silent footfalls did not betray his presence to anyone. Another lycanthrope would have been able to smell him, but Dione did not yet have those enhanced senses. It did not matter to Dante what she was or was not able to do. If his first bite did not work then he would bite her again and again until she became one.

Dante snuck into the girl’s bedroom, and stood silently beside her bed. He spent a few moments staring at her before calling out her name. “Dione,” he said into the darkness. “It’s time to go.”

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audiomorbid
2009-10-08 02:56 am UTC (link)

Dione had gone to bed hours earlier, curling up in a near fetal position in her bed, with her eyes looking toward the door of her bedroom. One thing people always seemed to find odd was that Dione could fall asleep with her eyes open. It was a strange behavior to say the least, but few people watched her sleep to notice. In fact, the only person who seemed to know was Dexter, but he stayed by her as she slept all the time.

In the moments of Dante creeping through the house, Dexter had been sitting in a chair next to Dione's bed. Though normally he would have felt fine to wander when she slept, seeing what he wanted to see of the Haven, he hadn't been able to make himself leave her side. She needed him, even if she wasn't talking to him or even acknowledging his presence for the most part. The Lycan's presence made Dexter come to his feet, hands clenched so hard that his entire frame trembled with the suppressed movement. He wanted to swing at him, scream at him to leave, do something that would change this.

Except that he could do nothing but witness.

The medium blinked, fingers curling and then uncurling from the sheet around her body. One would assume that when you start hearing the voice of a psychopath, someone who has been indefinitely locked away, the first thought would be of escape. Instead her first thought was expressed, sleepily,

"Where?" As she pulled up her head up from the pillow, her dark hair a disarray around and her eyes wide in her face.

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darkdevotion
2009-10-12 06:40 pm UTC (link)

Dante stared down at her in the darkness. He could see clearly despite the dim light, and though Dexter was invisible the lycanthrope could clearly feel some other presence in the room. He disregarded it with a roll of his neck, and turned his attention to Dione once more. She was the only thing that was of any import to him, and the only reason he dared to venture back into the town. If it weren't for her he would have left Elysium with Adrienne in tow. But Dione would complete their pack, and he would not leave without her.

"Away from here," he said in a low voice. He moved to sit on her bed next to her. He was careful to avoid sitting on her legs; his entire demeanor gentle compared to his otherwise violent behavior. "This isn't the place for us," he continued to say as his hand reached to push her hair away from her face. "They'll come after you, and me, and they'll never leave us alone."

Dante pulled his hand away from her face slowly, and moved toward her closet. He pulled out a few articles of clothing, and laid them on her bed. "Get dressed. We leave in 15 minutes."

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audiomorbid
2009-10-13 12:47 am UTC (link)

Dione would have been just as content to simply lie there in his presence and enjoy the fact that he was there. Completely in spite of the fact that he had been behind bars and should have stayed there according to what others had said about the situation. Just him touching her face and being close to her was enough for her to become comfortable with the situation. When she should have been running for the hells, terrified of the fact that he might very well kill her.

If Dexter hadn't seen the behavior in the Market Place, he might have believed that Dante was no danger. The man seemed so much less violent now. Tenderly touching his sister's face and all, but now he was talking about taking her away. No, he couldn't take her away.

"Ah huh," she agreed, moving to put her feet on the floor. Dione had gone to sleep in a nightgown that she had to stand up to slip over her head. Getting dressed was something that took a couple of minutes for her, pulling edges carefully to find which way was the right way to put things on. After all, it did no good to put on a shirt only to have it be backwards or something of that nature. "We'll be safe as long as we're together."

Silly romantic notion from a silly romantic woman.

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darkdevotion
2009-10-18 05:31 am UTC (link)

Dante left Dione's side to make his way to the kitchen. He was a raving lunatic, a madman by every definition of the word, and yet he was gentle, and thoughtful of the young woman. It didn't necessarily mean that he loved her - if he could even use the word love - as much as he loved, coveted, Adrienne, but he thought of her, and he wanted her to be healthy. He grabbed some food from the cabinets, two bottles of water from the fridge, and threw them into a bag before he returned to Dione's bedroom.

"Ready," he asked as he flopped down onto her bed, and lied spread eagle upon the covers. "We've got a long way to go," he said. Why he was even telling her anything at all was even lost upon the werewolf. He was attached to her, but not to the extent as she was to him. To Dante Dione was a possession, something that he owned. Coming back for her was simply a matter of retrieving an item. "Take only what you need, and nothing else."

Dante removed himself from the bed, and moved to stand by her side. Once she was ready he scooped her into his arms, and sped from her bungalow. He only had one more place to stop before they left the wretched city behind them, and after that they would disappear into the night.

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audiomorbid
2009-10-20 02:35 am UTC (link)

Dione knelt down next to the bed and easily ran one hand under the edge. When it bumped up against the object she wanted, she pulled it out and picked it up. It was a violin case. Her only musical instrument in the house. One portable enough to survive, at least so she hoped. The woman needed music to remain right with the world. It was an obsession in the truest sense of the world.

"It's all I need." She drew the instrument to her chest and held it there like cradling a child. If she could have dragged the piano, then she would have happily done so, but pianos weren't portable. So she would settle for an instrument she didn't play quite as well.

When they left, she held tight and simply accepted they were going elsewhere. She didn't ask where. It didn't matter. Things would be fine.

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darkdevotion
2009-10-23 02:20 am UTC (link)

She was light in his arms; easy to carry through the near deserted town. He would have left the wretched place if he didn't have one more place to stop. There was something he had to leave for a very special girl that he so did enjoy tormenting. The last time he did it was she who initiated it; he was sure she was a sucker for self-inflicted torture.

"I have one place I need to stop," he said softly into Dione's ear. "It won't take long. I just have to drop something off before we go." Dante moved swiftly to a secluded cluster of trees. He had left something there for Katy, and he needed to drop it off before he disappeared completely. "Wait here," he said as he placed Dione on the ground. "I won't be gone for very long." He kissed the top of her forehead, and left her within the safety of the trees.

He raced toward Katy's house with his "gift" in tow, the smell of blood wafting through the air.

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audiomorbid
2009-10-24 04:56 pm UTC (link)

There was a momentary skip, a rise in the clip of her heartbeat when he said he would leave her there. It wouldn't be long, but he was going to leave her there in the dark. What if he didn't come back? An utterly irrational thought, but it was there. He'd come back for her, so he wouldn't leave her. Dione made herself breathe slowly to settle nerves set aflutter at her own disorganized thinking.

Alone in the dark, she clutched her violin to her chest, held it as if it would shield her from something coming, though she would be loathe to actually use the case as a weapon. The instrument inside meant far too much for her to use it as a bludgeoning object, no matter if her own life was indeed in danger.

Unconsciously, she counted the seconds, waiting for his return. It kept her from thinking about the sounds she heard and the little tiny, tiny voice in the back of her head saying how much of a disaster this was. How insane it was to follow someone out into the dark. But then didn't all people do somewhat mad things for those that they loved? The idea comforted her greatly and helped her wait quietly for his inevitable return.

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darkdevotion
2009-10-28 06:54 pm UTC (link)

Dante left Dione to make one last trip to Katy's house to drop off the dead wolf he had killed an hour earlier. It's neck was twisted around completely, tongue dangling from its mouth while a small portion of blood dripped from its canines. It had managed to bite Dante before the werewolf took its life with a single motion. He stole into the female lycanthrope's house quietly, and he almost laughed at how easy it was to slip inside. He figured she would have locked her cottage up tightly considering how scared she was in the dungeon the other day, but maybe he was wrong about the girl.

He was quiet on the stairs, and the landing above. He stalked down the hallway to the girl's bedroom, and left the wolf there on the floor. He slit its neck to free the blood from the body. It would seep into the floor, and the crimson puddle would be a reminder that Katy would never be rid of him, or his memory. He left a note - "I'm Watching" - pinned on the wolf's eyes. His only wish was to see Katy's reaction at seeing his gift.

Dante returned to Dione as he promised, and he gently cupped the girl's face when he was by her side. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting long," he said as he kissed her forehead. He lifted her into his arms again with hands dirtied with blood, and carried her off into the night toward the cave he had secured earlier. Then his pack would be complete, and he wouldn't need anything else as long as he had both of his possessions.

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