Monday came with no sight of Benson, Rebecca knew he wouldn't have the balls to show, it's never happened before, why should it now? Maybe it was the RV? Everyone probably thinks she's the poor girl due to it, but there are other reasons why they live in a house with wheels.
She entered the campus gates and saw Tiffany walk one side, quickly catching up to her she poked her side making her give a shriek, but the blue blush on her left cheek made Rebecca almost see that right hook hit her."That! Fucking bastard!""Please Rebecca, leave it!" "No! Look at your face!""You warned me Becky, I deserved this""That's bullshit! I'm sorting this fucker out right now!" She said placing her strides wider but Tiffany could still keep up walking normally, she knew she shouldn't have drank so much that night! She knew it! But no! Its always drown yourself Rebecca just fucking let it go! Now look what happened to Tiffany! Exactly what she predicted would happen!"Rebecca please, let it go!"She turned to her friend and saw her eyes, tears welled up and it made Rebecca melt, she embraced her instead."I'm sorry Becky, I should'a listened""Its okay, he'll get what's coming I promise"First half of the day, biology, Rebecca and Tiffany was in the same class, so was Daniel.Rebecca gave him a glare as they entered but he only gave her a dastardly smirk 'He's gonna pay!'Everyone got seated and the new lecturer stepped in, Danté felt his mind 'zing' from all the eyes on him, the pressure was almost suffocating, he turned to them and placed his bag down, swallowed, pushed his glasses up and cleared his throat."Morning, my name is Danté, I'll be your stand in lecturer for the week, miss Persival is on leave" he said, they where well behaved, it made him feel more confident and scanned the faces, there she was far back right, but she seemed furious, her eyes was not on him, it was on her brunette friend, from down there Danté could see the blue bruise.Rebecca subconsciously looked down in the direction of Daniel, Danté tried to follow it but she was too quick, someone down in the left front rows... Has struck that girl.He cleared his throat again and checked the table, he didn't know where to start, he didn't know what to say "Nice table heh?" He said and a few chuckles came from the students."Can anyone say what page where you last on?" He asked lifting the handbook."Page 308 sir!" One called from the back."308!? Why do they even make books that thick!?"The class laughed as he paged to it, and woe and behold they spoke of peristalsis."Fine then, let's begin" he wrote the name on the board "Remember people, I'm fresh out of university myself, if you know more, lemme know okay?" He said breaking the ice nicely, he could see the smiles, the attention on him, even the girl he had eyes on, was now focusing on him.The day went on like this, smoothly, his extra effort to put in some crunch time helped him understand what he needed to explain, and just as he found rhythm the bell rang for break."Enjoy people" he called as they stood up, Danté saw them leave the bags, which indicated they will probably return here again afterwards. Rebecca passed him and he halted her "Excuse me?""Uh, yes sir?""I saw your leers of fury up there, your friend has a badly blue cheek, mind telling me what happened?"She folded her arms in anger "A guy she hung out with Friday night struck her""Oh, how shameful, what's this man's name?""Daniel""He's in this class right? I saw you glance down here to the left?"Her anger faded slightly "You don't miss things do you?"He shrugged "It's to say, I don't mean to flirt but your captivating eyes had my attention during that time"She snorted and walked to the table where Daniel sat and patted it "Here"He nodded "Thank you, have a good break"She left wordless.First summary, the chances of her getting this Daniel in her claws now during this break is great, what would stop her? Maybe a friend, maybe the one with the blue cheek, will she exert herself and beat the bastard?Danté grabbed his bottle of cola, which he mixed of course and headed out after Rebecca, following at a distance he wanted to see if she was going to kick his ass, the strength in her would clearly show, half a day of class had Danté sum up the faces and bodies, Daniel was quarterback material, and Rebecca was rather built but still a young woman.Through the whole break the poor beaten girl begged Rebecca not to act, and Rebecca struggled to tame herself, when break bell rang Danté swiftly disappeared and headed back to class."Nothing" he said, first attempt to find the truth is a bust.Back in the lecture hall Danté patiently waited for the students to enter, whilst that happened he thought it be nice to look up some background on Daniel, sum him up, learn a little about him, perks of having ties with the Cross. When the class was seated he took his glasses off and closed his laptop."So!" He said loudly and got up, walked round the table then brought his gaze on Daniel "You're the quarterback aren't you?"He smiled and nodded."Win any games recently?""This past Friday""Ooh! Now it makes sense, now it all makes sense" he said looking at Rebecca's confused face, then took out his canister of rum and drank from it, the entire class was now confused."Get up Daniel, join me here quick" he said gesturing.The large player stepped out, still smiling."So quarterbacks are the heroes of a school, university, college, whatever you call it, you're the main mack hey?"Daniel shrugged proudly."So given our comparison in size, I'm slightly smaller than you, slightly weaker, I'm no quarterback I tell you, but hey, who cares, you certainly won't right?"Daniel shrugged again and Danté came closer, just so the room between them was enough to execute that right hook, then he tilted his left cheek forward and tapped it "Hit me"The class gasped."Sorry?" Daniel asked."Come on! Hit me! I'm giving you a free bee"Daniel was taken back, he held his hands up "Uh sir?""Hit me dammit!" Danté yelled, alcohol was his way to stay calm, he became friendly when he was drunk, but he hadn't had enough just yet, he felt he could boil over at any moment.Then again who cares, the Silver cross won't allow him to be replaced any time soon, a free 'Get to start some shit' card in his hand, and nothing pissed Danté off more, than a bastard that hits a woman for no fucking reason."Hit me... Like you hit her!" Danté said pointing with a thumb to the far back.Daniel leered up but Danté flicked his fingers "Don't, she didn't ask me, I made a quick assessment of the class and figured it out myself, so this is not on her, I'm the one giving you a lesson now, and the lesson starts with you hitting me!"Daniel was speechless."Come on! A real man can fight another man! But a real man will also not hit a woman! Is that why you can't hit me!? Because your not a real man!?"Daniel angered up and swung his fist, but Danté rode the blow and it passed his face."Hm, a little slow there quarterback" he said lifting his cheek "Try again"Daniel swung but this time Danté caught it and twisted, Daniel wailed going to one knee "Now you listen here punk! I can end your entire quarterback career right here, I'll break you so badly you won't even be able to attend class! You'll be forced to sip soup through a fucking straw!"Daniel tapped his twisted shoulder still wailing Rebecca sat blown over watching this, as did the whole class."Maybe I should end it! Fuckers like you never learn do you? It takes one guy to put you in your place then only do you get the fucking idea! So what will it be? End of football!? Or respect towards women!?""Respect! Respect!" He screamed when Danté twisted further and further."What!? Can't hear you over the noise of this gorilla I have in front of me!""Please I'll respect I promise!"Dante let him go and he folded his arm to his chest."Lesson over... Please be seated"Daniel slowly walked and sat down, still red of pain in his face, but Danté's sterling silver eyes was still on him, he slowly approached and leaned on his table."Daniel Simmons, grew up in Chicago, dad a police officer, mother a nurse, at the age of ten you fell into a coma from a brain tumor but managed to come out of it, age sixteen you started your football career, still young, but you were big enough to fit the bill, now you came here to do something other than football right? A sports therapist? For in case you break a leg or an arm and can't continue playing football..." Danté held a finger to his face "Listen to me... You don't know me, but its clear I know you, I know where you live, your mother and father, Jane and Beckart, I know where they work, your little sister... Megan..."Daniel swallowed hard."Touch! A fucking woman again, and I will come for you, you can't hide from me, I will make you regret that decision..."Daniel nodded making Danté smile broadly "Aren't you a behaved boy! Well done!" He said clapping his hands with a pitiful solo applause "Now, everyone, back to your books"Rebecca and Tiffany sat silently watching him, baffled, Danté first paged through the handbook giving Rebecca a chance to lean on Tiffany."Did you see how he just dominated him?" Rebecca whispered."It was impressive, how did he even know it was Daniel?" Tiffany whispered back."I told him"Tiffany wasn't happy with that."Relax, you heard what he said? Daniel got the fright of his life!""Yes, but that never really stops him right?" Tiffany said hanging her head."I, I know" Rebecca said thinking if that bastard tries something she'll beat the shit out of him, but the way Danté handled that, the brutal cussing, how he even threatened Daniel's sister... Rebecca bit her lip making Tiffany elbow her."Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" She asked, her smile finally back."What?" Rebecca asked."You, like the new lecturer! You always bite your underlip like that when you find a guy attractive!""N–
After buying himself a good amount of alcohol Danté first needed to wash the blood of Daniel in his mind away with a bar session.Close by his holdup he knew this was the one place snitchy info would flow around freely, he might catch something interesting, the trick was to be patient.Not your typical tavern bar setup as back in South Africa this establishment was rather posh, neatly kept and clean, he liked it "Rum and cola please" he said at the counter."Coming up"He took out his phone and checked messages 'I have your gear... Location?'Danté typed in the location of the bar, now he had an official reason to be here, how nice?The barman gave him his drink and he nodded taking a sip, then gave the bar a quick one over, but in through the doors came Rebecca and her friend, he turned his back and froze, using his ears to listen where they headed, to his left, so he turned right keeping his back on them.Danté didn't believe in fate, the thing of both h
There was a moment of silence, Danté once saw her personally before, they made eye contact, but that was more than ten years ago, higher class hunters never bother with sweepers really so she just left at the time, but he, he'll never forget the face of Villa Du Bois Muriel, she was an inspiration to him, he'd dare say he might even have had a crush on her when he reached maturity.Then the fact that his target Rebecca was right there!? This was way too close for comfort."Mister Danté?" Rebecca asked.Seeing no real reaction accept a frown from Villa he put on his poker face again. "You...? Please excuse me I didn't really get any names yet?""Rebecca" she said and backed a step."Ah. Well, small world then? I chose this because I always dreamed of having a house on wheels, and now technically I'm living the dream" he said chuckling "Is this your mother?"Villa came round her, but her face still uncertain "Villa Du Bois" she said ex
Danté started getting used to the lectures, just followed the handbook and taught it to the class in a smooth and understandable way, no words too big, and if there where big words he'd explain them first before he continued.The second class at the end of the day packed their bags and started leaving, Danté sat patiently waiting for them to leave, his mind still dwindled on Villa, and his current situation with Rebecca, Tiffany never came to get his number, so that idea was also bust.He had three days left, somehow he needed to confirm this, the question was how? Its not like she'll shift where he could find her? He checked a moon schedule on his laptop, first moon only Sunday, it won't work, he needed results before that.Then there was one last option, blood, if he could somehow get her to see a fresh wound, that would spark something in her regardless of it being day or night, unless she had a tight lid seal over her restraint."Sir?" He heard her and shook."Reb
He checked his watch, saw the sun, there where three hours left before dark and Danté had ample time.After he zero'd his odometer he drew his car out and drove off, suddenly his organization had him thinking deeper, they didn't care, they saw nothing more than a monster, but Danté saw the daughter of a magnificent woman, an ex-partner so to speak, a legend.He understood his job well, and knew no emotions had to be brought along, so for the sake of his own mercy, he, will kill Rebecca... Knowing the Silver Cross might never show mercy to her, to them she's merely an abomination, a thing, a creature of darkness to be put to an end.Also knowing sometimes the Cross takes in subjects to test on, to see how they tic... Danté felt ashamed of his own words, therefore he will spare her the humiliation and offer her a quick an painless end.A bridge spanned open in front of him about five miles into his journey and he pulled over, the river was wide
Rebecca still sat with that vision in her head, the spray of blood, how it dazzled her like sparkles to a child. She held her mouth forcing herself to at least try and forget, she didn't want to resort to the blood bags in the fridge, she hated cold blood, she wanted it warm!Her mouth open she stroked her elongated fangs, they where at least short at the sight of the blood, but now, thanks to her entire day of prolonged grit and bare they were fully extended...Rebecca wanted blood, she needed blood! Deep in her she felt glad she got Benson's number and phoned him."Heya beautiful?""Are you up for a cup of coffee? Maybe I'll have something extra for you in my room?" She asked quickly."Uh, well..."She heard the voice of someone else, another girl "Who's that!? Gimme!"Rebecca twitched at the familiar voice coming into the speaker "This is Benson's new girlfriend! Who's this!?""Pff" she replies into the receiver and killed the line "F
Danté sat up in the sinking car, his seatbelt still held him in, looking at his watch he set a timer and let it run, five minutes, he could almost hold his breath that long.Werewolves won't follow him into a river right? His training told him Vampires definitely won't, but Villa is a scary case, she's not the best for nothing, hopefully she'd abandon this hunt like the good mother she is and get Rebecca to safety.If he could sigh he would, the car came to a rest on its nose, then collapsed onto its wheels, he unbuckled and climbed out clutching his heavy kit bag, throwing it over his shoulders he started to mush through the slimy tire spilled and rubbished river floor.The part of the Hudson river he chose wasn't too wide, he knew he'd make it, the only thing he had to take into account was, if Villa was persistent enough she'd wait to see of someone popped up...It made him wonder... Why can't vampires swim? Or was it really that supposed 'spell' that k
Slowly opening her eyes Danté couldn't help look at them both individually, having two eye colours really did distract one's own eyes from making proper contact with them.Her smile appeared as her arms came around his neck, Danté didn't move, he was fascinated, her hands felt soft, the skin on her arms as the slid over his shoulders felt soft, she felt, normal.Her head came up and from his vision he only saw her frisky short cut hair, her breath now in his neck, what was this!?Then that sharp pain in his neck made him fly up from the couch slapping at it.He breathed heavily, it was a dream! But two sided one a nightmare, why did she haunt him? Was it that vision of her face clear in his cross hairs? They say a sniper's job in reality is a lot more personal than one thinks, you get to see the face of the one you kill, get to know him for a few seconds, then squeeze the trigger.Rebecca was the first he never shot, is this why he had th