Therapy for blood

Danté came into the dungeon to see Skyler being disappointed that she got caught, personally he wanted to deal with her himself.

She sat up when he entered and the two first silently looked at each other.

"This wasn't my intention" he started.

"What?"

"To get you captured, I wanted to hunt you myself"

"I thought you were not allowed to?"

"I am now" he said lifting the cross out from under his shirt.

"Oh, I see... Is there a reason why you became a hunter?" She asked not stirring from her position.

"Yes, vampires killed my parents"

"Vampires, but not me right?"

"Fangs, lust for blood, speed, strength... Those red eyes, it doesn't matter the individual Skyler, to me you're all the same"

"So why did you come ask me for therapy then?"

"It was obviously to assess you and your surroundings, I was looking for ways to kill you"

She blinked and looked to her lap "Oh"

"But, I must admit, maybe I was in need of therapy, only that time I got distracted