Thursday February 21st 2008
Who: Dante and Erin What: Early Morning Invasion Where: Erin's Bed When: 4am Rating: PG 13 (plus cursing)
After not sleeping at Wesley's place, Dante had run home. Running cleared his mind, soothed his muscles, got the blood flowing and woke him up. The sun hadn't even come up yet when he was out on the street, sneakers pounding the pavement, mind comfortably numb. At Wesley's he'd been thinking about Wesley, and now that Wes was behind him his mind was back on everything else. Life, and the potential thereof. Death, and the same. Erin. Roger. Nox. Leaving, running, fighting, giving in.
He was at the gates to the school before he was ready to be. Stopping, panting, bent at the waist and hands on his knees, he contemplated where to go now. His room to sleep? No. Sleep gave Roger the chance to take over, and Dante needed his time. Cafeteria? No. Wasn't hungry. Erin's room? Dante furrowed his brow. Where the hell had that thought come from? Still...
Dante walked through the empty hallways, through the corridors, past familiar doors in the girls' dorms, stopping in front of Erin's. He pulled his Swiss army knife from his pocket, stuck the blade in the keyhole and focused vibrations through his arm, shaking the knob until the tumblers in the lock moved, letting the knife turn slowly. Aside from a little rattling, the operation was soundless. The half demon slipped into the room, shutting the door quietly. He'd broken into a thousand places a thousand times, moved silent as a ghost.
Erin was asleep, hair sprawled over the pillow, head turned to face the wall, blankets draped perfectly across her. Her slender frame was perfectly outlined beneath them, her pajamas adorable. Dante smiled a little, crawling into the bed beside her (shoes kicked off first, since they were damp and dirty). She felt suprisingly warm. Arm propping up his head, he watched her a minute, playing with the ends of her hair.