dante kicked around the sand that lay at his feet, smiling at his most recent victory. then again, when did he
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"wow. it must be tough, you know, doing what you do all the time..." the sleazy woman had no idea what dante did. not that it mattered. he was drop-dead gorgeous. what more could she want? i mean really? he could make a lesbian go straight with his type of charm! (no offense)
"yeah. it's tough alright. but somebody has to do it." he smirked, sipping away at the quality of his drink. sure, it was in a cheap part of town, and it wasn't particularly popular, he could see that from the astounding absence of pretty girls, but the quality booze more then made up for that fact.
"you are so brave." she swooned once more. oh yeah, he still had it.
"no kidding." he sipped at the drink with fleeting interest, he didn't have to try very hard to get a woman to go home with him, but it wasn't always as heart racing as demon hunting went. in fact, some times, like right now, it was a bit of a bore.
"ha ha-- oh ew..." the woman immediately ceased laughing when she saw who had come in through the door. a red head woman, wearing sunglasses and some very dark (yet slightly alluring) clothing had just sat down on the opposite end of the bar, cracking her knuckles, the bar tender smiled. Did he know this little fire flower? he must have because the next thing he knew, they were laughing.
"hey... let's get out of here... what do you say?" she was getting a bit too pushy for his liking.
"slow down, we have the whole night, babe. you got a problem with her?" he sipped again at the bourbon. she pouted. the only reason he stayed was because of this newcomer, she was giving a high-five to one of the men who had decided to leave. the same man who lost in a drinking contest to her. least she was experienced, but she wasn't a match for a man of his calibur. no woman seemed to be.
"she's just a anti-social tomboy, and she doesn't even have that much going for her." this woman's eyesight was either distorted by envy or age. cause she was looking pretty good from where he was sitting...
"what makes her anti-social?" it was either she had a bigger chest, or better face, or some stupid reason that she was racking her brain for. dante kept his eyes locked on her.
"well, she never lets anyone leave with her, for one thing. she used to wear a ring, so she might have been dumped or something."
"she doesn't seem like that kind of type." this little hooker seemed to know a lot about her, he'd have to check into that later... "hey, you're right. let's get out of here." she smiled a big, greasy smile, got up and was half way to door when he added, a seductive "meet you out there." whispering in her ear, to which she erupted in a sort of sexy growl/giggle fit. her fuck-me pumps clacked against her heels rhythmically all the way to the door. dante swerved over to the seat next to the red-head.
he had it all planned out. talk, have a few drinks, charm her, a few more drinks, laughter, swooning, and finally, she would be too intoxicated to stand, he would escort her back to his place, and the rest was...well,you know.(insert snickers now)
"hey." he started simply, to get a niceconversationgoing.
"hey. where's the hooker?" she cut the chase, this girl.
"who cares? what i want to find out... is whoyouare." she slid a bit closer. she looked into his eyes, then to his ...'beard' then scoffed.
"it's not worth the effort." she certainly did have a beautiful smile. that was for sure. now if he could get her to stop smirking, he could get somewhere...
"what makes you say that?" he ordered another drink.
"because i think you just want me for a one-night stand."
dante sighed, this girl was killing him by inches....
"well, can you take off those glasses so i can see those pretty eyes?" she smirked, but slowly did so, looking down to make sure her red locks wouldn't snag. she looked back up at him, and red met blue, she had stunning crimson eyes.
it was an odd feature, but she didn't have any aura like a demon. if she did, she hid it well. it was probably just recessive genes or something. maybe an irish thing?
"yeah i know what you're thinking. but what's so great about blue eyes, huh?" she started to slip the shades back on, dante stopped her, smirking.
"because blue eyes get all the romance." and...swoon.
"ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! wow! that- th- that was the... thelamestthing i've heard yet! ha, ha, ha, ha!" or laugh... either one is good. i mean... yeah...not the reaction he was hoping for, but-
"thanks." she was wiping away the tears. bitch.
"so, did you steal those from a 'how to entrance women' books? or are you just a natural creep?" he laughed bitterly, she finished off her drink and gave him a pat on the shoulder before she trudged off. not a hint of misstep.
"don't take it personally, at least she let you sit next to her. she must be in a good mood." the bartender gave a sideways smirk, cleaning out her glass slowly.
"no kidding, that gir--" he stopped dead, there was a scream. he rushed a little to quickly out the door."well...shit." there lay his one night stand, skin grey and pincers protruding from her jaw. she was split open from neck to thigh. he groaned, natrually he was a little more then miffed.
"well, guess i'm spending the night alone...again." the woman started to twitch. he whipped out his gun and shot her several more times. she dissolved into a heap of yellow sand. that's when he noticed the 'A' symbol written in blood.
that woman. she was indead a tease...
what a bitch.
ok... that was the first chapter. i'll try and update regularly. review if you want, whatever. thanks.
